Dos
Tyler saw them first, Tyler, the little orphan that Tink found hiding in the back alleys of New York. When Tom spotted him, Tyler was petting a cat, whispering to it to hold on. Just hold on. From behind the dumpster on 9th street, to the luscious, green forests of Neverland. Tyler refused to come to Neverland without the scrawny cat. It was an ugly, hideous, thing. It was an understandably big jump, but Tom did not see the reason he needed that atrocious thing.
“Guys! They're home! Peter and Tink are home!” Tyler yelled at the top of his lungs. (Now, Tom didn't like being a small little girl fairy, so he refused to be called Tink, but everyone, especially the kids, teased him with it.)
"PETER! TINK!” All of seven boys came running from various spots on the beach. Tyler, like always was sitting under a tree, petting his cat (that horrid, dastardly thing should not be called a cat. Shut Up tom.)
Running from the Jetti, were Jared and Chris. Both boys were a part of the terrorist bombing 9/11. Jared and Chris were twins, and their father, Jim couldn't call a babysitter on the fateful day, and decided to bring them to work.
Now, Jim worked on the 17th floor of the right tower, so the boys had little time to get out. Harry was walking by, trying to get to as many civilians as he could, when he saw them.
Both boys were covered in Ash from head to toe. Their usually light brown hair was drenched gray, and their usually happy smiles were gone. Now though, both boys had ear splitting grins on their faces, and brown eyes alright with mischief as they raced towards their caretakers.
Michael, Noah, David, and Isaiah were a rare case of quadruplets. They all were from a very Christian family, and each read the Bible daily.
The four led very happy lives, up until their parents' discovery of their secret. Michael started in the 3rd grade, soon Noah joined, and then followed David and Isaiah.
They were practicing magic. Even though they didn't know it at the time, this would be life changing. The four were preparing a special show for Mommy and Daddy, ‘cause that's what little kids did. However when Mom saw the flame that came out of Michael's hand she screamed. She screamed like it was the end of the fucking world, and Michael panicked.
The fire spewed out of his hand and spread all throughout the house. The four barely made it out alive. The police wouldn't believe their story, no matter how many times they insisted it was an accident. He put the four 3rd graders in an orphanage, and told them he would be back for their court date. Months past. It never came. So they ran away, only to run smack dab right into Harry.
They were here now, it was okay now. Except for the occasional nightmare, they were fine. (No one is fine, We're all broken. Can someone fix us-)
All seven of the kids were now in a circle waiting for Harry and Tom, and as Harry landed, now without wings, he got tackled.
“Tink. Help. Me. Please.” Tom gave no indication that she heard him. They just hovered, pretending to look at her nails. Harry knew that he wasn't going to get anywhere calling Tom that name, he still likes to try though.
After a few more seconds of squishyness, Harry caved, “Christ, you weigh a lot. Tom? Love? Help? Please?”
Tom slowly looked up at him, smirked, and shook his head slowly. Harry knew this was coming, he just didn't want to do it. It took so much energy out of him. Tom gave no indication of moving, and Harry sighed, snapped his fingers, and there was light.
Light was everywhere and everything. It covered the surface of every tree, and every rock. Every mushroom, every River, every living organism. Every person, every house. There was light. The ocean sparkled, and the stars seemed to shine a bit brighter, and the moon itself glowed, just a bit.
The next day scientists would be baffled and confused about this new phenomenon. Was it the end of the world. No. It was just Harry.
Tom was standing in the place Tinkerbell had been, and he had that stupid smug smirk on his face. Tom had chosen his eighteen year old form, as his revert back-to-body.
Everytime they wanted to go back to their original forms, Harry had to enact it. His chiseled face and high cheekbones only made the smirk more annoying to Harry. It was the smirk. The one where he gets whatever he wants. Not today. Cause Harry was not going to give him the fucking pleasure of being the only one in their original body.
The boys were suddenly pushed off not by Peter, by but a much taller man. In place of Peter, was Harry Potter, in his 22 year old form.
His gangly body was nowhere to be seen. In his first life, after he had killed Voldemort, he discovered an inheritance. An ancient vampire blood inheritance, that was gained from his Dad. The Potters are not only descended from the Peverells, but also the Valveryians.
The Valveryians are an ancient Vampire family that, when transferring to adulthood, fixed all your physical problems. Basically. On one condition. You had to be pure of heart, body, and mind.
Now Harry was nowhere near pure, he spent his ‘eighth year’ shagging half the male population. Ginny had found a friend in Pansy Parkinson. Only after Harry was done scaring the bejesus out of her though.
However, Luna being the awesome person she is, provided a cleansing ritual. He completed the ritual, which called for some odd shit, like goat's blood. And avocados. Weird cleansing ritual. It worked though.
When Harry got his Inheritance, he was elated. People wouldn't be able to recognize him! It was great. He had broader shoulders, actual muscles, abs (pretty sure those are muscles), a square jawline, chiseled face, and bright green eyes. The one thing all of his friends commented on, was that they glowed.
From then on, only Luna, Neville, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and surprisingly Draco were the only ones who knew of his changed appearance.
He slowly disappeared from the wizarding world. He attended a college across the pond, and graduated with a degree in Human Physiology. He lived to the ripe old age of 276, and then died in his sleep. Nothing fancy. No dragon. No giant troll.
Just a peaceful end. Until he woke up again.
Then he met the former Death, his name apparently used to be Todd. Todd had only been Death for a few Centuries, so he shrugged and said, “I dunno mate. I guess you just kill people or whatever? Here's the scythe.” And Todd was gone.
So Harry traveled the world, learned languages, got more degrees. (No he didn't. Who would go back to school willingly?!) He just traveled the world and slept on beaches, burning through the money he made in his first life. Which amounted to about 7 billion dollars. He did that for a couple hundred years. Then got bored. So he went to school. (He went back willingly! ⚆ _ ⚆) He got as many degrees as he could.
He floated around Uranus for sometime. Hehe. Uranus.
He experimented with certain powers. He made a universe. He made one universe where the population was all plastic utensils, and the houses were made of paper plates.
Then he found Tom.
Tom was in limbo.
Then Harry made Tom do the Limbo to get out of Limbo.
Then he took Tom and reincarnated them.
Together.
Over.
And over.
And it was hilarious.
And they were Sage and Roden. Jasper and Alice. Grindelwald and mysterious lover named Tom. Romeo and Juliet. (guess who was Juleit). Hades and Persephone. Thanatos and random mortal. Apollo and Hyacinth. And now they were Peter Pan and Tinkerbell.
And boy, did they love to fuck with people. (Their minds, that is.)