Hey peeps!
*Dodges tomatoes thrown at her head*
Gah! I know! I know! I should update my other stories! And here I am, starting a new one. Gods I'm awful, aren't I?
For my other stories, well... I'm not quite sure when I'll update those since I have a new computer and all my story files were on my old one..
Anyways! I just decided to try out a new one while I sort out the others. So, for those readers, please be patient
btw I'm not really sure as to in what type the letters will come as, really I still don't fully understand my new pc...
Summary: Something went wrong with Harry's birth and now he'll have to deal with the consequences. After all, if you have a Dark Lord after your hide, an old fool trying to manipulate your life and two deities who have taken a liking to you, things are bound to happen. Raising the dead is only just the beginning. And let's not speak of his feelings for that certain Dark Lord.
Pairing: TMR/HP
Warnings: Slash! Abuse, violence, cussing, manipulativeness, character death, Character bashing (*cough*Dumbledore*cough*), Necromancer!Harry, grey(?)!Harry, OC's (Not much and not very centric) probably more warnings in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter I only own this story.
Beta: un-beta'ed
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Prologue
"Behind every beautiful thing, there is some kind of pain." ~ Bob Dylan
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Every day hundreds of thousands babies are brought into the world. Taking their first breath of air, letting it out in a wail as they cry 'I'm Alive!' for the entire world to hear. As they open their eyes to the bright colors of the world and leave the warm, protective womb in exchange for the cold, hard, outside world.
Being held by their mothers as they look upon their child for the first time.
But, for every life that is given, there are those that have been taken.
Every day thousands of people die. Taking their last breath of air, eyes glazing over as they stare out unseeingly at the world before them. Some dying of old age, having lived a fulfilled (or not so fulfilled) life. Others because their lives were taken, because of war, natural disasters, or even the occasional psycho.
For every little difference in these peoples deaths, they all had one thing in common; Fate has cut their strings as their souls were left in Deaths' cold grip.
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"Push, Lily! Push!"
The groaning of a woman could be heard amongst the different sounds and noises of St Mungo's Hospital, her pretty face contorted in exertion as she followed the Healers orders.
James Potter sat beside his wife, wincing in pain when Lily squeezed the hand she held until breaking point. "You're doing great, Lils. Harry's on his way now."
Squeezing the hand of her husband Lily held in her hand even harder, Lily was overwhelmed with the sudden urge to just punch James on the nose. "Great? Great?! I don't see you laying here trying to give birth to a child! This is your entire fault! I'll never let you touch me agai-AH!"
The medi-witch ignored the two soon to be parents and concentrated on her job. "Take a deep breath, Lily. Yes, that's it! Very good. You're almost there, I can see the head already!" As Cassandra could finally take a sturdy but gentle hold on the child's head, she ordered Lily to give one final push.
As the child, a boy by the looks of it, finally came out, an ominous feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, only growing as the ensuing silence continued on.
"H-how is he? How is my baby?" The tired voice of Lily Potter-Evans filled the tense silence. Cassandra rushed to grab her wand, casting a quick diagnostic-scan to see what was wrong with the child and find out why the child wasn't breathing.
"What's wrong? Where is H-Hary?" Lily looked at her husband beside her, green eyes wide and looking lost. She didn't get an answer.
James didn't look much better than his wife at the moment, ashen in the face and not seeming to hear Lily as he gazed at the still child in their Healers arms.
Cassandra was casting spell after spell, but nothing-seemed-to-work! She was getting desperate, sending small amounts of electricity in the small chest to, hopefully, restart his heart.
"James?!" The distressed call of Lily shocked James out of his stupor. "What's going on?" Looking at the wide, green eyes of his wife, James couldn't find the energy to say anything at the moment. So he slowly brought the red-head in his arms, rocking her softly and rubbing small circles on her back as broken sobs spilled passed the woman's lips. Burying his own face in Lily's mussed up hair, he let his own tears fall.
For the first time in his life James felt utter despair.
Cassandra, after a full minute of casting spell after spell on the unresponsive baby, has finally given up. Laying the child, Harry, she corrected herself mentally, in a small cot which was placed in the hospital room in advance, she cast a quick tempus and wrote the time down.
"I'm very sorry," Cassandra said the two grieving parents.
Not one occupant in the room saw the ominous figure towering over the child's form.
Not like they could even if they wanted to.
Clad in a dark cloak which looked more like liquid shadow, the hood of the being, because that's what it can only be described as, bend down slightly. Looking at the child laying there, it slowly raised its hand. Bony fingers traced a small, pale cheek down a delicate jaw and up again.
"Fate has great things in store for you, my child" The being traced its fingers up a small forehead and slowly carded them through the small tuft of black hair at the top of the child's head.
"Now," Long, cold, bony fingers settled on closed eyelids. "Wake up."
Bright, green eyes shot open, almost glowing as they looked up at the shadowy figure still standing over them. Cold fingers traced his cheek again as the Harry continued to stare up at the being, as if fascinated by it.
"I will see you soon, my child." The figure disappeared, not leaving any trace that it was ever there.
Small lips parted and cried.
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Harry James Potter is born on the 31st of July 1980 at 23:57 pm, and is declared dead one minute after.
Harry James Potter awoke on the 31st of July 1980 at 23:59 pm, and is declared alive.
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Nine-months-old Harry Potter sat surrounded by his toys in the living room. Almost bored. Any normal kid would be playing, crawling around the house and probably destroying a thing or two. But, Harry was by no means normal. He was a very quiet and silent child. Most often than not just staring at people, almost as if he observes them. Judges them.
Staring unblinkingly at the colorful blocks before him, Harry just sat there as if he was waiting for something to happen.
And it did.
Slowly, as if unsure, the blocks began to move. Gradually they began stacking onto each other, forming a giant cube in the end.
Harry finally blinked, turning towards the voice of his mother as she called him from the room next to the living room.
His father was at a meeting with the Order and his mother was at the moment busy in the kitchen, making dinner for her family.
It was a difficult time for the Potters. A war was going on in their world, and many lives were already lost on both sides.
Albus Dumbledore, the leader of the side the Potters were on, told them about a prophesy. One involving their son.
So the Potters went into hiding, just like the Longbottoms and their son Neville who also fit for the description in the prophesy.
It wasn't easy, of course it wasn't. They didn't expect hiding from an all-powerful Dark Lord would be. They moved from place to place, never staying in one location for too long. Never being able to settle down like a normal family.
Contact with the outside world was also very abysmal, only their closest friends knew where they stayed. Sirius Black, James' best and longest friend, visited them on a regular basis. Bringing news about the happenings in the wizarding world or just for a friendly visit.
But they'll just have to live with it, for now.
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Harry giggled as he stared at the small sparrow, who sang a small song for him. A perfectly normal sight, right? Well… It would've been if not for the small fact that the bird was dead. Probably been for a while now too, if the rotten smell and the maggots are anything to go by.
And that's the scene that Lily came by as she came to bring her son inside from the garden.
A shrill scream passed er lips as she stared wide-eyed at that..that..thing sitting before her son.
"Who?! What's wrong? Who do I have to- Oh merlin," James said, looking in horror at the small corpse of the bird that was trying to fly away from them, with only half a wing. "What is that?!"
Lily rushed towards Harry, picking him up and holding onto him. "I don't care what it is! Just- Get rid of it, please! Who knows what would've happened to Harry if I hadn't come out the moment I did… Dear Merlin." She stared, horrified at the prospect of losing her only child, her baby again.
"Okay, okay. Just bring Harry inside. I'll take care of this..thing." He grabbed his wand and pointed it towards the half-dead bird. "Incendio!" The sparrow went up in flames, leaving a burning and rotting smell in the air.
That was the first time Harry resurrected a dead animal.
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It's been a few months since the bird incident and James and Lily have mostly forgotten about it, thinking it was just a one-time occurrence.
Oh, how wrong they were.
Harry's first birthday was just a few days earlier. It was a quiet affair, the only guests who could come were Sirius, Remus, Peter and Dumbledore.
But it made no real difference to Harry.
It was 8 pm and his mother was just starting to put him to bed, when a grasshopper scurried from under the bed, hopping past Lily's feet. Jumping at the sudden movement at her feet, she did the first thing that came to mind. She put her foot down on the insect. Hard. A scrunching noise filled the air. "Oh this is so gross." lifting up her feet, she looked down at the flattened insect making a spot on her carpet, feeling a sudden sense of nausea coming up.
Harry watched as his mother wiped off her foot on a towel, muttering and shivering in disgust all the while. Green eyes sliding across the room, his gaze settled back on the flattened cockroach.
A second later the bugs antenna began to twitch, its legs moving from side to side, looking for a good grip on the ground. Just as Lily turned back around, the grasshopper jumped back up and began to scurry away.
"Dear Merlin," grabbing her wand, Lily began casting spell after spell in the hopes of finally killing the little bugger for good. But each and every time, the grasshopper jumped back up, seeming unfazed by the magic cast on it.
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"James!"
Said man looked up from his work desk where papers laid sprawled over its surface. Frowning, he looked up at the ceiling thinking he may finally be hearing things. After a couple of seconds have passed where it was silent went he back to his work, shrugging his shoulders.
"James!"
Now James was certain it wasn't his imagination playing a trick on him. climbing the stairs to where the sound of his wife yelling his name came from. Opening the door to Harry's bedroom, his mouth opened to ask what was wrong when he stopped dead in his tracks. Taking in the sight before him with his mouth hanging agape.
The room was almost entirely destroyed.
Scorch marks were everywhere, on the floor, walls and even one on the ceiling. Toys were destroyed, stuffed animals were beheaded, stuffing laying around them looking like some sort of gruesome murder scene.
His first thought to this was that Death Eaters had found their way inside, but when his eyes caught sight of Lily, looking for the world a mess, and Harry, who was giggling from his bed (which looked to be the only place undamaged) bright, green eyes fixed on something on the ground. Did James know that this wasn't the work of Death Eaters or any of You-Know-Who's followers.
This was the work of his lovely wife, Lily. Sweet, lovable Lily. Who now looked like she went through a hurricane. Her hair was mussed up, long plucks of hair falling in her eyes as she stood, panting, in the middle of the room. Her clothes were rumpled and had scorch marks on it. She was even missing a sock! Her wand was in her hand, aiming it on something in the corner of the room.
They locked eyes, Lily looked expectant, James just stared.
Green eyes rolled in exasperation at the dumbfounded look on her husbands face. "Well?"
James just gave her a confused look, raising one dark eyebrow. "Well, what?"
Lily huffed in exasperation, feeling her patience leave with every second James looked at her like that. "Well, are you going to do something about it?"
James, feeling the dangerous vibes coming off of his wife, cautiously, so as to not aggravate her further and make her spit her ire at him, began to speak. "About what, honey?" He didn't do anything wrong, right?
"That bloody grasshopper! That's what!"
It didn't work.
"I'm so-uhm.. What?" he probably didn't hear that right, right?
Lily waved her wand a little, which she had still pointed towards the corner. "That grasshopper, James!" and indeed, in that same corner sat an average sized grasshopper, in all its green, grasshoppery glory. "It just won't die, James!"
James turned his gaze back to Lily, his eyebrow disappearing somewhere in his hairline.
Lily frowned back at him, crossing her arms under her chest. "Don't look at me like that! I'm serious, James!" she huffed, feeling slightly offended. "I've tried everything! I squished it, incinerated it, hell! I've beheaded it about five times! Five, James!"
James swallowed audibly. When Lily starts cussing, then she's beyond reasonable. And no one will be safe.
"Uhhuh, immortal grasshopper, right." James scratched the back of his head looking at the offending insect which hadn't moved once from it's place in the corner of the room. "Are you sure you didn't just miss it?"
Lily's face became almost as red as her hair, James swore he saw a vein throbbing in her forehead.
Harry watched his parents with interest, looking at them with large, innocent eyes. "Momma?"
Lily's own green eyes snapped towards her son, though many say they have the same eyes, Harry's were actually of a more brighter green, almost otherworldly. Once she saw her son, looking at her with those big, green eyes did she finally start to calm down, her gaze softening and smiling softly at him.
"Come Harry," she grabbed her one year old son and walked towards the door. "Let's leave your father to it then. After all, he knows it better, right?" Lily slammed the door close, leaving James alone in the room together with the grasshopper.
James just stared at the door, blinking owlishly. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm sleeping on the couch tonight?" he turned his head towards the insect, looking at it as if it was about to start talking back to him. It only twitched its antenna.
James frowned, rubbing the bridge of his nose under his glasses, knocking them askew in the meantime. "Right, talking to an insect. I must be going bloody insane." He muttered, sighing loudly through his nose.
"Well then," he said loudly, grabbing his wand from his trousers pocket. "Let's get to it, shall we?"
Pointing his wand at the insect, James waited for it to do something.
The grasshopper rubbed its back paws together, looking for the world content to be just sitting there.
A bright, colorful light filled the room.
Lily and Harry in the meantime were in Lily's and James' bedroom, the redhead grabbing a small white-blue story book, the title reading; The Tales of Beedle the Bard. She opened her mouth as she was about to start reading, Harry looking at her with bright eyes.
"Lily!" James' voice interrupted her, sounding slightly distressed. Lily just waited, not planning to answer her husband.
"Lily!" This time it came louder than the one before, a panicked undertone in the call.
Harry looked at his mother with questioning eyes, Lily just smiled softly at him.
"Lily! The grasshopper won't bloody die! Oh Merlin! It jumped on me! Lily!"
Harry giggled and Lily just smiled, holding her son.
"The Wizard and the Hopping Pot…"
Harry slowly dozed off to the soft voice and warm embrace of his mother as the yells and racket his father was making filled the house until late in the evening.
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It's Saturday, the 31st of October and Harry is now fifteen months old. Of course many also know this day by different names; Samhain, All Saints Eve and All Hallows Eve or, better known as: Halloween.
Many people celebrate Halloween, some for the end of the harvesting season and others for the candy and parties. Some people believe that on Halloween the Spirit World and the world of the living are closer to each other than on any other day, so that, if you know how to, you can contact the dead.
The Potter family had finally settled down in a Muggle village, Godric's Hollow. They won't need to constantly switch from safe-house to safe-house, finally living like a normal family would.
After much speculating, and nagging at Dumbledore, did they finally come to the perfect solution.
The Fidelius Charm.
A very complex spell where a secret will be concealed in a humans soul.
At first they wanted Sirius to be the Secret Keeper, but Sirius convinced them that that would be too obvious. So, eventually they decided that Sirius would be a diversion, distracting the enemies attention from the real Secret Keeper towards himself. It was a good plan, if only they just didn't pick the wrong person.
But they did.
The real Secret Keeper, Peter Pettigrew, betrayed the Potters the moment the location was locked within him. Running towards his Master and spilling the news as he subserviently bows at feet.
Oh, they knew there was a spy amongst them, but they assumed, and accused wrong. Laying there trust on the incorrect person.
But it matters not, what's done was done and they can do very little to change it.
If only they were warned of the dangers ahead, would it've gone very differently.
"Lily! Take Harry and run!" James yelled from across the room, gripping his wand tightly as the front door was blown open.
Lily scrambled up the stairs towards Harry's room, ignoring the bright green light and the fact that her husband is gone.
Running in her child's room and locking the door behind her, she cursed the fact she forgot to take her wand with her.
Harry was awake, holding the railing as he stood in his bed. He kept quiet, as if he knew what was going on.
Lily picked up her son, setting him before her as she knelt on the ground, shielding him from the door. The could hear the steps creaking as the Dark Lord slowly came up the stairs, taking his time as if he knew that he'd won already. Which he pretty much had, they were unarmed, totally defenseless. The only thing Lily could still do was stand between the murderer of her husband and her son.
And that was what she is going to do.
"Harry," She whispered, green eyes glistening with unshed tears she refused to let fall. Not now, she couldn't break down now. "Harry, dear." Bright green eyes locked with green, his eyes which were so much more prettier than her own. She has always thought that. But, they sometimes frightened her. Like he could see through your very soul, judging how you've lived your life and eventually decide how you'll rest.
"Mommy loves you, alright? no matter what, I'll always be with you. Don't forget that, Harry. I-I love you, just as Daddy loved you-"
The door burst open, wood splinters flying everywhere.
Such otherworldly green…
"Stand aside, I only want your son." A whispery voice said, wand pointed at the redheads chest.
"No! not Harry! take me instead!" Lily begged, spreading her arms out so as to shield Harry even more from the madman before her.
"Stand aside, silly girl!" Voldemort growled, patience wearing thin.
"No, take me! Leave Harry alone!" Lily was steadfast as she looked into those cold, red eyes.
"This is your last chance to stand aside, girl."
"No!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Such beautiful eyes,
A lone tear streaked down her cheek as a bright green light filled her vision.
A green as no other…
She turned her head slightly, smiling softly at her son who was watching her quietly.
She slumped on the ground as the spell hit her, her eyes never once leaving Harry as she lay, unmoving.
Voldemort grinned manically as he pointed his wand at the child's head. Bright green eyes looked up from his still mother towards the Dark Wizard standing before him.
Voldemort wavered slightly, blinking as those eyes landed on him. He shook his head, sneering down at the child. "So, you are the one destined to kill me?" he mocked, Harry remained silent. "Say hello to your parents for me."
A blood-thirsty grin formed on pale lips.
"Avada Kedavra-!"
Green, the color of Death.
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