Hello peoples, Bolmeteus6 is back. This is a story about a Harry Potter who has lived several lifetimes and is very powerful. He has been reborn again in the classic HP universe, which, coincidently, belongs to someone other than me. Reading my previous fic might help you understand this better, as this is a continuation of that. However, this CAN be read as a standalone. If you like this, please review. BTW, Renatus is Latin. If you want to know what it means, Google Translate it.
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Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, depending on where you live, of course, a boy named Harry Potter was born to loving parents in a small hospital in the middle of a city called London. The hospital was called St. Mungo's, and most people in London didn't even know that it existed.
A smiling healer held up the baby boy and cradled it near the child's smiling parents.
"Would you like to cut the cord, Mr. Potter?" a nearby nurse asked.
Rather than say anything, the man simply pulled out a small, smooth stick and muttered a word that, upon close contemplation, sounded as if it might have Latin roots.
"Diffindo!" he murmured. With that, a small crescent of light flew through the air and cut the cord of the baby who, oddly enough, was smiling rather than crying.
"Is that normal, Healer?" the woman asked. "Shouldn't he be crying?"
"Nothing to worry about, Lily," the healer responded. "My monitoring spells suggest that all is right with young Harry. Actually, you should be able to take him home by tomorrow."
The new parents smiled at each other, happy in the knowledge that for now, at least, their son seemed to be safe and happy.
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Harry was happy to finally be born into a world with versions of his original parents. 'Hopefully,' he mused, 'all of that prophesy nonsense wouldn't apply to this world.' If it did, it had been so long since his first life that he would just have to wing it.
His thoughts were interrupted by Lily walking into his room waving around a plushy Snitch.
"Who wants his Snitch? Who wants it?" Lily cooed. She watched as his eyes tracked the Snitch with the concentration only her son could have. "You can have the Snitch, Harry, after you nurse!" she said, pulling down part of her dress and walking towards him.
'Curses!' Harry lamented. 'Boobs again.'
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Harry watched, extremely upset, as a snakelike man slowly strode into his bedroom.
"Please no, don't kill Harry, kill me instead!" sobbed Lily, desperately trying to shield Harry with her body.
Harry wished that his mom would move out of the way so he could set Voldemort on fire with his mind or something, but noooo, she just had to stand in his way.
With that thought in mind, Harry watched as Lily was hit in the chest by a beam of green light and Harry decided to look into necromancy to see if he could someday apologize to her for not communicating the possibility of this happening. 'Oh well,' he thought as a green light bounced off of his forehead, vanquishing the Voldemort and reducing him to a specter, 'at least I should have Mrs. Weasley around to mother when I get older, at some point anyhow.'
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Harry was upset to find himself plopped without warning onto the Dursleys' doorstep. Only the magic he quickly sent rushing to his head prevented it from bursting like an overripe melon.
"Hagrid!" an elderly woman hissed. "Be more careful! We can't exactly have the savior of the wizarding world brain-addled because you dropped him on his head!"
"Sorry, 'arry," the large man mumbled. And with that, the adults left Harry to be discovered several hours later when Petunia Dursley went to put out her milk bottles.
The resounding scream that she let out at seeing him deafened Harry for a week.
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At the age of four years old, Vernon Dursley told Harry that he was going to be cooking and cleaning from now on in order to "earn his keep." Staring at him like he was insane, Harry decided to take matters into his own hands and do something that he could distinctly recall wanting to do in a couple of his past lives.
The next day, one Albus Dumbledore retrieved Harry Potter from police custody after an unknown assailant had viciously killed Vernon Dursley and then scared Petunia Dursley enough that she still hadn't said a word but for a horrified, "Scarecrow.."
Harry, after all, wasn't about to kill his own blood, now was he? All he had to do was make sure she would be declared an unfit guardian, and the straw mask he had illusioned onto himself before killing Vernon had sufficiently scared her enough to accomplish that.
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So whadja think? Yes, the scarecrow thing was a reference, and free cyber chainsaws go to the first reviewer who can figure out what it was from. It shouldn't be hard. Again, if you're feeling kind of lost, this Harry Potter has lived over a dozen lives before this by way of reincarnation. Read my other story, The Traveler, if you want to read about those lives. This chapter was shorter than my other ones will likely be as it was just a way to introduce Harry and get him into Dumbledore's care.