Title: Luck
Pairing: Tom Riddle/Voldemort x Harry Potter (SLASH)
Summary: Harry has lived a long and fulfilling life as a wizard, and he is ready to pass on when his time comes. Children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, Harry was happy with the way things turned...
That is, until, he finds out the truth and gains his strange...inheritance. With a little help from Death, Fate, Time, Life, and even Lady Hecate herself, he's able to fix the wrong doings of his past. Maybe even find new friends and family. Who knows?
For Harry, luck is all he needs.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING HARRY POTTER RELATED, NOR AM I CLAIMING TO! THIS IS JUST A FANFICTION!
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The soft sound of weeping was all that was heard as the sun set over #12 Grimmauld Place.
Harry Potter was alone in his, less than clean, house. His kids were all gone, and even his grandchildren were not around anymore. All that was left of the Potter-Weasley line was his great-grandchildren, who he didn't get to know, and himself.
You might ask yourself why Harry was sitting on the floor in his bedroom with tears running down his face. The answer is quite simple really.
Death.
Death had taken his entire family one by one. First his beloved wife, Ginny, who had an unfortunate accident during a quidditch match when she was filling in for a friend. Then his eldest son, James, and his wife who had both passed on by Dragon Pox. Even though there was a cure, it seemed to not work for them. After that was Albus and his husband, Scopius Malfoy. They had died because of the Ministry claiming that they were Dark Lords in the making. Harry tried everything in his power to stop it but to no avail. The Dementors were happy to finally have souls to feed on once again. Finally came his sweet little girl. Lily had been the victim of a muggle hater, Voldemort sympathizer. Her body was found within the week of claiming her missing with cuts and boils all over her body. Residue from dark curses were found as well. She was never married, never had a chance to find love or live a meaningful life. This continued on and on until only he and the two great-grandchildren he never even met were left.
It was too painful for him to look at his descendants without knowing that one day, they would be claimed by death as well, so he stopped contact all together to avoid even more heartbreak. Harry did observe them for a short time though. They were both girls, one with auburn hair and the other with strawberry blond. He saw that the auburn haired witch had Ron's eyes while the other one had grayish-blue that reminded him of Draco and Scorpius Malfoy.
Shaking those thoughts away, Harry continued to cry while he thought the same thing over and over again: Death.
He was already almost 200, and he had outlived all his family members by a long shot. Harry just wanted to be taken away from his own personal hell, to see his family again no matter how he did so. Death would be the easiest option.
So that's what Harry chose.
He thought about all the years that he and his family would've lived happily together, but it wasn't to be. Sadly, Fate wasn't on his side this time. She seemed to like messing up his life just for the hell of it.
Harry grabbed his holly wand and turned it over in his hands. Just two simple words and it would all be over. The light would be the color of his eyes, his mother's eyes. At least this way it would be quick, painless, and familiar, seeing as it happened to him twice already.
He contemplated over this for what seemed like hours, but was really only minutes.
On the upside, he would be able to see his family, to live - well die - with them.
On the downside, he was walking into the unknown. Everybody was scared of something they didn't know anything about. It was natural not wanting to die.
But he couldn't bring himself to care about what the unknown would be. Harry just wanted it to be over.
As he was thinking that, he raised his wand- though he didn't need it anymore seeing as he had mastered wandless and wordless magic earlier in his life- and pointed it to his temple. Harry braced himself for what was to come next. The only thing he would regret not doing, was saving Tom. Everybody deserved to be happy, and the Dark Lord was no exception. Maybe he would be able to apologize to Tom in the afterlife. Yeah, that would be nice.
And finally, with much effort than what was really needed, he whispered the final words that ended and started it all.
"Avada Kedavra"
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That's the prologue done. Yes I know it's short, but it is only the beginning. Please comment what you thought, and correct me if anything is wrong!
P.S. I am currently working on this as we speak!