HI THERE! I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I AM DOING… just letting you know… I let my mind wander while writing a report and it became an outline for, like, the first three chapters of this fic and a prologue (this is the prologue)… Well basically… I don't know… Oh! SLASH DON'T LIKE DON'T HATE! CUTE!CHILD!TOM RIDDLE ALERT. I don't know why I just like making him sweet. As for the title… It might change… Mostly because I'm not sure about the translation… I took Latin not French (kind of considered a filler course at my high school but a language was required) so I got this off of google translate (I know that it can sometimes be a bit off) but it is supposed to mean 'To The Unknown, We Travel' If it's wrong please let me know…
Main Pairing- HPSS
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Pour L'inconnu, Nous Voyage
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It was a strange place, where he was. It reminded him of the place that had seemed like Kings Cross but wasn't, the place that he had last seen his mentor, "Hello Harry" Harry jumped and looked around him. The more he looked the more he was reminded of the clean, white, station that had served as the crossroads for him before; only where it was white it was black. The only difference was that there wasn't any sad little abandoned creature under any benches.
"Who's there?" He heard a giggle behind him and turned around to see a small strange looking child wearing a tattered cloak that was eight sizes too large and his hair almost to the ground. The little boy was smiling faintly at him and waved. "Who are you?" Harry asked wondering where his wand holster was.
The boy giggled again, "I am Death" the boy pointed at Harry with an abnormally bony hand at Harry, "And you are my Master"
Harry shook his head easily excepting the strange child as Death, "I'm not your Master. I threw away the wand and the stone."
Death giggled again before closing the gap between them and hugged Harry, Death's small stature making him only reach Harry's waist, "You're like Ignotus, you don't want to be my Master but you have to be," He looked up at Harry with large onyx eyes, "You can't get rid of them, even if you break the Wand it'll still be whole if you call it." Death detached himself from the wizard's waist and scrunched up his nose, "And that damn Stone, it is whole again too. You just have to call it."
"I don't want to be your Master." Harry said kneeling down fixing Death's cloak.
The boy nodded, "That is the key. That is why you are my Master." Death blushed slightly (as odd as it seems), "You could be my friend as well."
Harry smiled slightly, Death, while ancient, seemed just like a child in his actions which definitely was bringing out his paternal instincts, "I'd rather be your friend, but I still won't be your Master."
Death pouted a glimmer of a smile in his years, "You're just like Iggy."
Harry laughed and Death stuck his tongue out making the nineteen year old laugh harder and only after a few moments he calmed down, "So where are we."
"A different Crossroad than the one you were at before," Death sat down across from where the wizard was, "The one that you met the Bumble Bee was the one between my sister, Life's, domain and my own. But this is a different one; this is one of opportunity and chances. This is the entrance to Lady Luck's domain." Death smiled and waved his arm making the air shimmer and two sleeping forms appear causing Harry to yelp. Death giggled again, "My mother, Magic, loves these two so much as she loves you so much so that she had decided to forgive their mistakes, but they need a guiding hand." Death cocked his head and Harry examined the two figures that had appeared. They both looked pretty familiar, with their black hair, pale skin, and frowns; one was about seventeen and the other was perhaps four or five but they were both covered in an equal amount of scars. Harry jumped when he realized just who they were, but instead of fleeing he gathered the five year old in his arms and wished up two cloaks for him and the seventeen year old potions master.
"Why me?"
Death smiled shyly, "You're the only human that we all agreed on."
"Lady Luck, Mother, Sister, me…" he looked at Harry sheepishly, "I'm the only boy. But I visit Iggy often so it isn't that bad."
Harry chuckled and rocked the little boy in his arms, "Why are they the ages they are?"
Death looked sad, "They are the age that innocence was lost."
Harry felt sick realizing what he meant and pulled the little boy, Tom Riddle, closer before moving as close as he could to the sleeping teen, "Does that mean what I think that means?"
Death blinked and nodded, "Yes."
Harry ground his teeth looking at the sleeping innocent in his arms, "He's just a baby."
"Do you think that mattered to them?" Death wrapped his arms around his knees, "I've taken his memories but… Severus… the memories will always haunt him, he'll remember everything." Death curled even more into himself, "If you accept being their guide that is."
Harry sighed looking at the tiny boy in his arms, "On one condition." Death pouted but nodded. "I get to see you sometimes." Death's eyes widened as if he hadn't been expecting him to say that, "What? You're Death, but still, you need more than my ancestor as a friend alright?"
Death smiled and laughed fully making the room shake with the strangely joyful sound, "You had me worried for a second." He nodded and began brushing Severus' hair, "I expect you to visit me, but let me come to you since I don't want you to die yet."
Harry smiled, "Where should we go?"
Death stood up, his form shimmered and he changed into a young man, still with the oversized ratty cloak and long hair. He picked up Severus and smiled at a shocked Harry, "Go where those who seek to harm you will not think to look." He nodded his head to a corridor that had formed in front of them and set off walking, "Lady Luck might favor you, but that doesn't mean she is always on your side remember that. Now it is time to go, this is one of my paths it'll lead to the Manor you've been staying at."
Harry shook his head and ran to catch up with Death without jostling his little bundle, "You can get into my manor?"
"Anywhere were someone has entered my domain I can visit. Black Manor has seen much of me over the centuries." As Death and Harry walked the dark corridor it changed until it was the familiar hall of portraits in the Manor that the teen had been calling home since he had sat in on his NEWTS. Death gently set Severus down on the floor and stood up shimmering back into his child form, "Good luck and my friend take care of them."
Harry smiled, "I will I promise."