Mockingbird

Harry had stopped caring about certain things a long time ago. The Dursley’s caused him to stop caring about people’s approval, getting love, and human life in general. Of course, when he had entered the Wizarding World, and Harry had heard their expectations, he had changed himself to befit their hopes. While Harry didn’t truly care about what other people thought, it was easier for him to move through life when he pretended.

When Harry woke up surrounded by warmth and arms curled around him, he reacted violently. It was a foreign feeling, like he was in the arms of a parent that cared about him, so he reacted violently. Harry shoved himself away and toppled off the bed and onto the floor.

Hissing at the pain that erupted in his back, neck, and back of his head. Staring blearily up at the ceiling, he pulled himself up, much to the protest of his back, and looked over across the bed. What he saw was slightly amusing, Death was wrapped around Fate, its dark skin standing out against Fate’s pale dress. Fate had obviously been wrapped around him, and now she was grumbling in her sleep.

Looking at the two, he noticed that Death had a more feminine form, then he looked at Death’s face, and immediately concluded that she was female. Death was unfairly, otherworldly beautiful, her dark skin and dark hair contrasting her red lips. Harry wasn’t attracted to Death, but he couldn’t but help to notice her beauty.

Opening her eyes sleepily, Fate stared at Harry and Harry stared at her. Confusedly, Fate spoke in soft tones, as to not wake up Death.
*What are you doing down there? You were sleeping up here with us last I remember. * Smiling softly, Harry spoke in the same quiet tones that Fate was using.
“I woke up and wasn’t expecting to be hugged. It startled me and I accidentally pushed myself onto the floor.” As Fate snorted, Death spoke up with a grumble
|| Can you both be quiet, some of us are trying to take a break and sleep? || Fate turned in Death’s arms as Harry sat on the edge of the bed and poked her in the nose. Death crinkled her nose and sat up drowsily. Looking at Harry she spoke with a very serious tone of voice.
|| Do you possess the ability to make the required substance that is needed to live that is called food? Because I am so bloody hungry. || Chuckling Harry got up and led both Fate and Death downstairs for food.

As they sat down and began to eat, Harry spoke up a few questions that had been on his mind since he woke up.
“What are you guys doing here? What’s happening to me? And why in Merlin’s beard am I so comfortable with you two? I’m usually super adverse to being touching new people.” It was all messing with his head, it was so out of character for him. Harry didn’t know what was going on and was worried that something was going on with him. As if sensing his concerns, Death swallowed her mouthful of food and began to speak.
|| When you gathered my three Hallows about a year ago, you didn’t wish to become my ‘master’. You also showed that you accepted death with open arms and are not afraid of dying. This has elevated you to my favour, but you have always been cherished by Fate.
You were a prophecy child that beat all the odds placed against them from the start. While Fate does not create prophecies, her decisions influence their creation. Those runes on your arms are claiming marks, they mark you as both mine and Fate’s child in all but blood.
With this comes both powers and a bond. We are considered your parents by magic and as same-sex pregnancy is rare, it creates a bond as strong as the one would be if you had been born to both me and Fate. You feel an emotional and physical connection so very strongly because it hasn’t had a chance to develop like it would during a natural same-sex pregnancy/birth.
During a same-sex pregnancy/birth, the baby depends on both parent’s magic while in the womb, and physical contact upon birth. The baby is supported by both, and without it, the baby will die. || After Death’s short, but admittedly helpful explanation, Fate began to speak up from where she sat next to Harry.
*I have always wanted a child, but by laws of the olden gods, was not allowed to conceive as only male-female partners were allowed. And then you were born to the world, dark haired, dark-skinned, and screaming your displeasure to the world. I always keep an eye on people of prophecy, for I would never allow some who was so heinously affected by my actions to flounder. But you, I soon grew attached to you, even before you were the small boy from the cupboard.
I wanted to take you away so badly but was again thwarted by the olden laws. Though now that you have been marked, and given immortality, I can claim you for my own. If you’ll have me of course. *
By the end of Fate’s emotional speech, her voice wavered, and she was looking as Harry both helplessly, and nervously, and oh how Harry wanted it. Fate and Death were offering Harry something he had buried deep down inside of him when he was the small boy from the cupboard under the stairs, a family. Someone to love him unconditionally, and would always be there for him, even in the darkest of moments.
After a few moments of deliberation, Harry said yes, and was embraced in a hug that was so much better than Mrs. Weasley’s. After a few minutes of hugging, Death cleared her throat and said to Fate,
|| You have yet to tell him about the offer we are to give him. || And Fate’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. She pulled away and seemed to start vibrating with excited energy.
*Death is right, I forgot to tell you. So, as our son, and a new olden god, we can officially help you to travel in time. Of course there are regulations, and the High King said that if you except, you can only travel to Tom Riddle’s fourth year, and change whatever you want without consequence. Of course, we will be there every step of the way! There is no way I am leaving my new son just after I got him! Though it is for you to decide. I know you feel as if you’ve lost purpose as all you’ve ever done was fight dark lords, and in wars. This would give you a marvelous opportunity, to help take down another Dark Lord, and change your future for the better.
Though, when you are down, you will be allowed to stay and live out your life till you’re a doggery old man and die, then you’ll join us as a god, though you can take one person with you. Again, as I said, this is all up to you, my son. *
Harry looked from Fate to Death and back again. He couldn’t believe that so many good things had happened to him in such a short period of time. Harry had made up his mind in short succession.
“Fuck it,” said Harry brazenly. “Why not fuck everything up, could be fun.” Fate and Death grinned maniacally, and Harry joined in.