In the aftermath of the killing curse hitting him Harry did not know what to expect when he opened his eyes. A vast expanse of white filled his vision and he quickly realised he was not wearing glasses or clothes, yet as soon as the thought came to mind he was quickly garbed in a simple white robe.
"Greetings Harry Potter." Came a melodic voice that came from behind him and seemed to echo all around. Harry quickly turned around to see who was speaking to him. He noticed three women who had a graceful and noble bearing standing behind him.
"Who are you?" Harry questions the women.
"We are of the Valar," says the one with flowers decorating her dark free flowing hair. " I am Yavanna young one. I am a protector and creator of life, mostly that of plant life."
"You may call me Vaire. I am the Valar of fate, my weaving depicts the future for all and you have far surpassed any and all trials put to you." Proclaims the lady on the right with hair pale as the moon.
"I am Nienna," spoke the one in the middle. She wore clothes of gray and black and had a somber expression upon her face. "I am the Valar of mercy and hope after grief. I have watched your trials and would wish upon you a brighter future."
"How would you be able to give me a better future. Please explain to me." Cries Harry.
It was Vaire who next spoke, "We have the ability to give you a choice. You can either go back to the living and continue to fight your foe, or if you decide to go on we will give you a new life on a different world and your foe shall continue to the halls of Mandos to be judged."
"If I don't go back Voldemort is as good as dead?" Harry questions.
"Yes, young Harry." Proclaims Yavanna. "And should you choose to go on you would not be reborn as a babe, but your new form will reflect your true age onto your new body. But you will be but a small child to whichever race we feel suits you better as most of the citizens of Arda age differently."
"As this will be a new world for you, we will give you the ability to speak the languages required of you. Such as a common tongue that is shared between most of the citizens of this world and a different language that would be used between the kin of your race." Claims Nienna
Harry stops to think for a minute about the options he has been given. "I will do it. I would like an option of a better life." he exclaims.
"Very well young one."says Nienna. "When you wake you shall be born anew." And the ladies of the Valar swirled their magic together and Harry's vision turned black and he felt a burning and dizzying sensation along his body and fell into unconsciousness.