Epilogue
Harry got settled in another timeline all over again, Azrael had thought it funny to turn him into a baby and Harry was sure it would be but not right now it wasn't because right now his parent's were saying goodbye to him on a train platform. It was a world that didn't have magic, though Azrael wouldn't leave Harry without it so in this world Harry was a special case and if he ended up having children he could very well be the beginning of magic in this world.
But he was pulled with the crowd onto the train bound for a boarding school for children with special skills, be that they are a genius, ballerina or mathematician, scientist or artist. In Harry's case he was a 'genius' just in general with knowledge no adult could hope to touch, that may be because of the hundreds maybe thousands of lives he lived and very extensive mind space but to this world he was simply genius. And despite being a little angry at Azrael Harry knew this world was different he didn't know how yet, but he knew he would. Harry just wasn't aware of how soon.
Because he was aware once he set foot inside a compartment that only had one other, and once he met eyes with the little girl with amber coloured hair and crystalline eyes he knew that he had finally found the moon again. She may not have been his moon and he knew she would not stay with him for centuries but he had the moon back for a little while so he didn't mind.
Neither did the girl it seemed as she gave him a happy smile and patted the bench beside her.
"Merry met Hyperion."
"Merry met My Moon."
And for that train ride to a school Helia held his hand tight and he rested his head on her shoulder, and for the years until she left he held on tighter still. And finally when he got back to Death he thanked him for a few short years with her back.