Fucking Numpties
After a few hours of irritating attempts to shift and failing, Harry finally managed to turn from Thestral to human. Throughout the whole process Death and Fate had collapsed into giggles and were no help.
After they all had collected themselves, they migrated downstairs and ate a filling dinner. Then Harry dragged both of his mothers upstairs, to the sitting room Walburga occupied, to talk about what would happen in the near future.
“I have two questions about going back in time. First is how. How am I going back? Second, when will I be going back?”
*When we go back in time, me and Death will accompany you. The time will be in Tom Riddle’s fourth year, as the farthest Time will allow us to reduce your age to is 14, although, when you were 14 you could have passed as 13. *
Harry gave an impressive glare, though Fate smiled at him like he was a cute kitten she couldn’t help but indulge.
“It’s not my fault that the Dursley’s didn’t feed me sometimes, and that malnutrition stunted my growth.” Fate and Death’s eyes darkened at the reminder that their son had been abused in his childhood and teenage years. Fate and Death wanted to orchestrate the violent and brutal deaths of the Dursley family, but ancient law forbade them from directly interfering with mortal affairs.
When Harry saw the dark look in his parent’s eyes, he quickly moved to change the subject. “So, you two will be coming back with me? I can see how that would explain my skin colour, and where I’ll be living.” Pulling herself from her darker thoughts, Death nodded her head.
|| Yes, the combination of my dark skin and Fate’s pale tones would explain your skin tone, though the genetics for that to actually happen are rare. Fate will pretend to be the estranged Arya Peverell-||
“The name suits her.”
|| Pardon? ||
“Well, in India the name means ‘Noble Goddess’, or, depending on the spelling, ‘Lioness’.” Harry blushed heavily. Fate drew herself together and hugged Harry to her while gesturing to Death to finish her explanations.
|| As I said, Fate will be the estranged Arya Peverell, and I will be her loving wife that she met in Africa, Kalisha. You are our birth son and was stolen from us at a young age. This would account for Fa – Arya’s clinginess, and the malnutrition and abuse you have suffered, as we cannot magic that away.
The scars you have will be consistent with the ones on your 17-year-old body, and most will be obtained within the years of your capture. Though others you would get from your adventures all over the globe with us.
It’s your decision which scars to not talk about Hadrian, as those ones will be gained from your years of captivity. ||
Another month later, and everything had been ironed out, and Harry had said his goodbyes. Tears had been shed, and he felt his heart ache at leaving his friends and family behind. But it was for the best.
Harry was leaving to (hopefully) change the future, and his friends would have a life that didn’t have war, loss, and utter hopelessness plaguing them.
Harry would have said it was for the greater good, but that was what Dumbledore said, and thinking about Dumbledore hurt. The man that was his pseudo Grandfather, and Harry loved him, and it hurt.
It hurt to think that while Harry loved Dumbledore, Dumbledore didn’t love Harry. Severus Snape had been right in one aspect, that he was raised like a pig for slaughter. Dumbledore knew he was a Horcrux.
Dumbledore knew Harry most likely needed to die to kill Voldemort. Though, Harry soon learned, that if Dumbledore looked hard enough, there was a way to remove the soul from the container.
Now, because Harry was a human horcrux, the ritual might have harmed him, but Harry was sure that with enough time, Dumbledore could have changed it, the man was a genius after all.
But now he had to let bygones be bygones. Harry loved Dumbledore, but he also hated him. The whole situation was rather oxymoronic enough for Harry to just push it to the side.
For now, he was grasping the arms of his mothers, who were newly christened Arya and Kailsha. They stood in the middle of a runic layout, which was softly glowing with a light that seemed to grow brighter.
Soon they were surrounded by a soft white light, and Arya, Kalisha, and Hadrian Peverell were taken to the past.