Prologue Of Dreams...
Ginny, Ginevra Weasley was not, as her mother would tell you, a very typical little girl. After all, magic was dwindling among pureblood family, and as she grew, her magic had shown itself to be wild and untamed. Making plants sprouts or die at her whims.
When she slept, never did she dream.
As she slumbered after a very violent illness, many believed she would die.
But this time, she dreamt.
She dreamt of a forest in Fall. There she sat, wearing clothes of fine silks and smiling while singing. The heavy footsteps of a man in armour alerted her, as was probably his intention, of the presence of someone else.
The man who showed himself was tall. His long raven hairs fell in a straight, yet awkward manner at his feet. His long fur trimmed black cloak enveloped him as if he was swallowed by ink. But his eyes. So green, so brilliant. They were more green than the greenest of precious stones. As if all shades and variants of the colour existed simultaneously within his expectant gaze.
“And who may you be to have come here?” he asked with a gentle voice.
Ginny smiled. His voice was nice, kind, yet filled with loneliness and melancholy.
“My name’s Ginny! Ginny Weasley!”
His eyes widened before crinkling in a half aborted smile full of pain.
“Well, dear Ginevra, I am curious as to how, while alive, you have reached the underworld?”
Ginny thought for a brief moment, that she hadn’t actually named herself Ginevra, but put it swiftly out of her sight and mind, at the news of where she was.
“The Underworld?” she asked curiously.
Looking upward, all she could see was the night sky. Yet, it was as luminous as a midsummer day. As she looked more closely, the night sky was, in truth, the immense vault of a cavern like roof, in which was encrusted, in the same patterns as the constellations of a dark night sky, great gemstones.
“Yes. This is the realm beyond purgatory. The realm of the dead. Normally, upon entering it, you would need to be dead and be unable to leave once again. But yet… Here you are, alive and breathing, where even as lord of this lands I do not have such luxury.”
Ginny gulped.
“Am I not dreaming?”
“If you were, Hypnos would have some serious things to answer to.”
“Hypnos?” she asked distracted.
The lord of the Underworld sat down in a cross-legged fashion, and then smiled again.
“The god of sleep and dreams. He is brother to Thanatos, the God of Death. Or, just Death I suppose for you wixens.”
Her head was reeling. Gods? Death?
“And who are you?” she finally asked.
He smiled more fully.
“I have had many names. My current one is Harry Potter. But in a previous life, I was named Hades.”
Ginny’s gaze flashed to him with renewed interest, wondering if he was related to the boy-who-lived.
“Yes. I am somewhat related to the Boy-who-lived. You could say, that I am the being he shall become again once he finds his powers back. For now, I am essentially a vestige of what he once was.”
Ginny seemed confused.
Older Harry, since he was basically an old model of her hero, smiled with amusement and fondness.
“See it this way, the world is in constant flux and influx. Gods and Goddesses, Daemons and Fae, all beings who live in your world… They all are destined to die and be reborn after each end of the Universe. I, Am the god charged with making certain this process happens. So I die and am Reborn during the middle of the life of each universe.”
Ginny understood mostly nothing, the words struck her as odd, but she did manage to comprehend one thing.
“You’re dying?” she asked startled.
He chuckled.
“I am already dead. I told you didn’t I? My current Name is Harry Potter. But what you see in front of you is not the current Harry potter. Just his leftover powers.”
Ginny was shocked.
Harry Laughed.
“It is time for you to wake up. But for your fortitude, I will grant you one wish.”
Ginny didn’t have to answer.
“Give Harry Potter a true friend and family.”
Hades or Older Harry arched a brow.
“Very well.”
Ginny felt herself wake up with a startled cough, getting rid of quite a bit of mucus.
What a weird dream this was.