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*10 Years Later*

Harry was outside, finally breaking away from his and his sister's birthday party and that annoying and clingy Weasley girl. It wasn't like he actually wanted to even go to the party, all that everyone, besides his parents, sister, and his uncles, ever actually paid attention to was his sister.

And that terrible Weasley girl. Ginvera Weasly was going to be the death of him, always trying to find a way to get close to him. So the second he got the chance, he escaped.

Harry closed his eyes feeling the damp grass underneath him, untouched by the sunlight. The blades of grass slightly digging into his shirt. Harry had chosen to hide behind the rose bushes, for there was an opening that led to a rather large patch, and the smell of them soothed him. They had been planted in the memory of his grandmother, Adalia Amity Evans.

Harry layed there, the unfamiliar feel of ease in his body.

"Where's Harry?" A shrill girlish voice asked, and Harry stiffened, almost groaning at the sound of Ginerva's voice.

"I don't know," Calla said, in her light voice held a touch of annoyance. Harry could tell she was sick of Ginerva following him around, "try checking inside." She said, and Harry heard the sound of the veranda's door opening and the sound of shoes scraping against the ground.

Harry placed his hands on the stems of the delicate flowers, ignoring the thorns, and peeked through the little hole in the bush and saw his sister's red hair as she walked in after Weasley. Her long white dress fell elegantly past her knees, tied at the waist with a large green bow. Harry closed his eyes, feeling a brief moment of gratitude towards his sister.

Harry felt something on his hands, a warm liquid. He raised his hands to his face, palms facing outward. There was nothing on this side of his hands, they were a smooth pale white, his nails perfectly manicured. When he turned his palms towards him, he saw the blood.

The red blood fell in slow ringlets down his hands, several thorns had pierced the skin. Harry sighed, watching the blood flow for a few moments before wiping it off on his handkerchief he pulled out of his pocket.

Harry lay there, thinking of a book he had just read. It had a strange title, written in Italian, Teoria dell'Immortalità, which in English translates to History of Immortality.

The first paragraph had befuddled him, actually causing him to stop and think.

Immortality.

For many generations, both wizards and muggles have dreamed of immortality. To never fear death and to gain knowledge. Many have tried, and most of failed.

To gain immortality, you would have to first decide if you have truly given up on your life. Not your living breathing life, but the life you live, the friends who will grow old and leave.

Nicholas Flammel is the only, known, person to achieve immortality by using the Philosophers Stone. But it is not immortality, it is more of a potion that does not let you age, does not let you die.

Muggles had searched far and wide for a "Fountain of Youth", never knowing that it does not reveal itself to those who want it to use for greedy gains.

To chose immortality it states you must leave every aspect of your humanity behind, to slowly change into something that was once human into an empty shell of the person before.

Harry had read that part over and over, his head hurting after reading it for the twelveth time. Immortality.

Something in his body warmed at the thought, a small, hiss like voice whispered.

"Never dieing, never ageing, never fearing the threat of death upon you." Harry closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly.

Harry was broken from his thoughts by the sound of his mother's voice.

"Harry sweetheart, the party's over, the Weasley's have left." She said, an amused lilt in her voice. Harry stood, manuvering his way free from the roses without damaging them.

"I saved some cake for you." She said, opening the door for him. Harry glanced at his mother, her long red hair was pulled back, her yellow sundress shaped to her form elegantly, and her loving green eyes brushed over him like a blanket.

"Thank you mother." Harry said, feeling a warmth in himself as he saw his mother smile. His mother was the omly person, besides his father and sister, that he expressed feeling towards.

"If you want, I can heat up some tea, Remus brought over Camomlie, Honey, and Vanilla tea." Lily said, brushing blades of grass of his dinner jacket.

"That would be pleasant." Harrys said absentmindedly, noticing two letters on the table. He walked over to the table, missing his mother's amused smile.

Harry traced the thick paper with his fingertip, the green ink showing brightly in the light. HOGW was visible from beneath the other letter, and Harry's heart beat a little faster.

Harry pulled the letter from underneath his sisters, gazing at the address.

Mr. Harry Potter

Potter Manor

2nd largest bedroom

London, England

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment.

Term Begins September 1st, We await your owl no later than July 31st.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall

Harry stood with his fingers holding the parchment tightly, as if it would disappear if he let go.

"Harry sweety, I'm going to go find James and Calla. Your tea and cake are on the table." She said, kissing her son on his forehead as she passed, the smell of apples and cinnoman brushing his nose.

He sank down into one of the chairs, the plush cushions were comfortable, and he sat down before his desert. The cake was a delicious, the creamy white frosting was covering a smooth red velvet cake, he savored each piece, taking slow bites, before slowly drinking his tea.

Tomorrow was going to be a big day.


Sorry for the wait!

Thank you all for reading my story, I know it's only the second chapter and it might not be as good as the Prologue.

Also, please read my "Dementor's Unknowing Gift" as it was the first story I have ever written on Fanfiction.

Also, I am soon going to start a new story. It will be my first romantic fic.

Thank you again.

-Slytherin98