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Author's Note: Here is a second chapiter, if you have any question don't hesitate to ask. I understand that I am not very clear at times. There is a moment where Harry retrace what he lived at Hogwarts, his battle with Voldemort. It's indicated so if you want to skip it feel free to do so. It is not a passage that doesn't have a real importance in the story but I wrote it still. Stubborn, aren't I?

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To learn, to wish, to yearn...

Since the two of May, days have passed, then weeks, until time had spelt to the end of the summer holidays. Students were already getting ready to go back to Hogwarts. The castle had been rebuilt quickly with the help of almost each student the school ever welcomed. The sun was shining bright, the streets of Diagon Alley was full of people. But the usually group of red-head were nowhere to be seen, even if they always had used the mast day of vacation to buy their school supplies. Even if it was decided that every seventh year had to return to Hogwarts to finish their schooling. Even if it was such a fine day, they were all at home.

At the burrow, not a soul was merry. Even if the war was won. Even if Fred was alive. Even if they were all together sharing one of the delicious meal of Molly Weasley. Because today was Harry's birthday and they still had no idea where he was. Remus

Lupin had postponed choosing a godfather for his son until Harry came back. Severus Snape had yet to take his so earned retreat until Harry came back. Fred and George had stooped to plan for the new shop's construction until Harry came back. Ginny had refused a summer camp of Quidditch with the Harpies until Harry came back. Neville had turned down an internship with Professor Sprout until Harry came back. Luna had closed the Quibbler until Harry came back. Molly and Arthur had given up on their planned second honey moon until Harry came back. Ron and Hermione had put their relationship to a break until Harry came back.

They were like pausing on their own life waiting for the Savior to return. Thought one stranger to the family sitting in a house he got used to by living there for three-month. Because he was the worst of all. He had lived in the burrow and to put up with Ron suspicion until Harry came back. Yet three-month had passed, they were all about to go back to Hogwarts and Harry was still not home with them. The life was going on by itself and they were all being brought on with the flow while Harry was gone. It was not like they did not want to have a proper seventh year. But more like they did not want to start it without Harry.

He could not remember when he started to care so much for the Golden Boy but Draco Malfoy was there. Eating with his former enemies, chatting with his new friends, but above all waiting. Wishing like all of them for the door bell to ring and for Harry to appear in the threshold of the Burrow. No matter what state, no matter how, no matter when they just wanted it to happen one day. Because they could be certain that Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World will come back.

"Do you want a slice of Treacle tart, Draco Dear?" asked Molly.

"Yes, thank you Mrs. Weasley."

"It's his favourite." muttered Ron in the absolute silence of the table.

"It is." confirmed Hermione like it have been necessary.

"He may come...back just for that...you knows" alternated the twins tried the twins.

"I wish he would..." admitted Ginny eyes staring at her plate not eating.

Draco could see how Harry's family members were torn from his disappearance. But he could not help worrying about himself. He could not understand why he was so fixated with him. He wanted to know where he was so he could find him. He wished he could see him, talk to him. He yearned for him, and he could not restrain himself from doing it. Neither would he confess any feelings for the Boy-Who-Vanished to others or to his own self.

"I could totally imagine him appearing from my kitchen right now like he was never gone." whine Molly in sadness for the almost-son she had lost and wouldn't be returned to her.

"He really could saying something like 'you started on the treacle tart without me?'." joked Ron making Hermione laugh lightly.

"That would be the first thing he would say for sure." she confirmed again laughing more freely now. The mood lightened up a little bringing smiles on faces that had been sad all day.

"We even bought presents he might actually show up." hoped Ginny out loud.

"What did you buy?" asked a suddenly worried Remus. "I hoped we didn't get the same things."

"I bought him a ..."

"Aaaah! Don't say it I want to find out my self!" complained a healthy looking Harry Potter just outside the door of the kitchen just as Molly had wished.

"Harry!" cried Hermione and Ron simultaneously while standing rapidly from their bench to hug him. But the moment their hands reach his back, he pushed them away gently.

"Ouch... My back is hurting him so if you could avoid suffocating me..." he said in a giggle that didn't make him girl at all. " And how come Malfoy is here?". He added as everyone was turning to Draco hoping he would explain what he refuse to do for months.

"Shouldn't you first tell us where YOU were?" covered Ron to make him avoid explanation now..

Harry just seemed surprise at the action and dropped the subject. He asked for treacle tart before he would begin anything making everyone broke into a fit.

As Harry finished his third slice of tart and Hermione told him about what happened in the Wizarding World while he was away. Hogwarts' reconstruction, the Eight-year Project, Kingsley becoming Minister of Magic, the Harpies's interest for Ginny, and Professor's Sprout for Neville, the plans for the new shop.

"So everyone is going back for another year. That's great!" said Harry really enjoying the idea.

"Yeah! Mom even thought to buy all your books." replied Ron proud of the decision.

"Really? You shouldn't have Mrs. Weasley! Thank you very much."

"Harry! After all this time, I wonder how you still dare to call me Mrs. Weasley! It's Molly to you, and it's me that should thank you Dear. One again, you saved one of my son's life!" claimed Molly decided this to get her given name from Harry's mouth.

"That was nothing Mrs. Weasley! There would have done the same for me." he answered still obstinate.

"We couldn't even if..." Ron began before being interrupted by his mother.

"Is said to call me Molly!" she scolded.

"...Molly. I swear any of you would have done anything possible to save me so I did, that's all." gave up the raven with true modesty in his words.

"Harry? Are you aware that you came along with the only person to have survived to the killing curse, and the most powerful wizard alive, the only person on earth that ever brought the dead back. Not only one Harry! You saved fifty-seven persons on that night." reminded Hermione to the oblivious wizard.

"Yeah, I know and I thought I would have to die to succeed but it doesn't seem that way."

"Will at last get to the bloody explanation to where you disappeared to!" growled out a very enraged Draco.

"Stop pressing, Malfoy! You still didn't gave any explanation either! Why are you here anyway!" snapped Emeralds fixed to Silver.

"I can eat dinned wherever I want Potter don't need your permission or anything. Mrs. Weasley is alright with it anyway."

"But that still doesn't tell me why you are here! It's not like you fucking living here or anything so why are you dinning with the Weasley!"

"Not. Your. Problem!" pointed out the blond as he rounded the table to get closer to the raven.

"It is! Since you are pestering me to know why I left!" shouted Harry suddenly upset. "And can you please stop asking so much question! I about to explain anyway! If you could just shut your big mouth a minute, please?" he asked with a polite tone so fake that it was just insulting and maybe that was the point, tought Draco.

"Harry let's sit in the living room. I am sure it's gonna be a long story." interrupted Remus before leading the way seeing that everyone had finished eating.

The whole group moved to the living and as some where sitting in chairs, other in sofas, a few still had to sit on the ground because of the number of people preparing to finally get answer to their question. Facing the fire-place, green eyes began to spill worry, but only Ron and Hermione caught a glimpse of that before it disappeared and he started talking.

"Are you all aware of the three Deathly Hallows?" he questioned with a pointed look to the blond git. When he made a face saying 'what are you getting at, Potter?', Harry resumed. "Well, the Deathly Hallows are the Elder Wand. Originally, it was Dumbledore but then Malfoy disarmed him on the Astronomy Tower which made him its owner."

"Wait! Potter! Did you just say that I am the owner of the most powerful wand ever made?" asked the blond Slytherin excited as hell and already planning what he could do with such a Wand.

"Was!" corrected Harry before continuing. " Since I disarmed you at Malfoy Manor, I am the owner of the Elder Wand."

"What! Harry! How could you just say that to us, you could be in danger in the word spread!" worried instantly Hermione already searching for the better way to deal with the problem.

"Mione, don't worry. Just let me get to my point." Hermione nodded."Then come the Resurrection Stone. Mione, Ron you remember the snitch Dumbledore passed to me?" Both nodded again, curious. "Well, a snitch opens itself when in contact with the person who catched it. And that one was the first I ever caught."

"But that's the one you almost swallowed, right?" protested Ginny.

"Yeah. So when I touched with my hands it did not open but when I brought it to my lips. An inscription appeared writing 'I open to the close'. And the night I went to meet Voldemort, I thought about the snitch and it opened, inside were the Resurrection Stone. That's why I didn't die even when the Killing Curse stroke me. I was given the choice to come back. Well I didn't keep the stone, I left it in the forest but I had to go back and get it and...Well. Lastly the Cloak of Invisibility, I got it for my first Christmas at Hogwarts. It was my dad's before and he left it for me to have."

"So you have the three Deathly Hallows. You actually have the three bloody Deathly Hallows!" insisted Draco apparently drowning in the amount of information.

"Yes, but I don't have them anymore!" Harry responded quickly before Hermione would began to worry for nothing.

"What!" shouted Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, Hermione, and Draco simultaneously.

"I returned them! That's why I disappeared suddenly after the duel. Death came to asked her artefacts back." explained the raven, struggling within himself, battling to know if any of them will actually believe him.

"So you are saying that you spend a three months vacation in Hell with Death as your best mate? Is that what you are trying to say, Potter?" inquired the git with as always the same snobbish attitude.

"No what kept me from coming back is something else..." he hesitated. Not sure if it was safe to reveal is secret to some many people. But they were is family argued Harry with himself. Draco is certainly not! Complained a voice in his head. Well, maybe he doesn't mean to hurt. What are imagining that he worried about you? Wake up Harry! But … "Draco could I talk to you alone?" the Golden Boy asked, hope in his emeralds like if the out-come of their discussion could be the best... ever or just dreadful.

The blond followed Harry, they sat at the kitchen's table and the Boy-Who-Just-Had-Reappeared put a few privacy charms before asking:

"Why are you here, Malfoy?" The tone of his voice was almost gentle, not a once of their past rivalry was there. Only an anxious, kind way to speak the name of a former enemy. And that was what he was doing here. He was turning the page on the mistakes he made. He was trying to make peace with the Weasley and it seemed to have worked. But he kept those reasons to himself and spoke a whole other one.

"Just to annoy you, you see? The face of the Savior of the Wizarding world as he discovered his past rival living with his family. That's was fabulous!" told him the smirking blond.

"No really. I mean, Malfoy, I am about to say something really important out there. And I could do without you if you are here just to be against me again."

"Against you, you mean annoy the crap out of you. Yeah, I like that...

"Fuck! Seriously, why are you doing here, Malfoy?"

The blond hesitated. Not knowing in anyone could really handle the truth, and more particularly himself. Could he just blurt it out? What would happen he would probably be hexed his head off. But what to do then. Lie? He could not lie. Not to those beautiful eyes that were watching him.

"Malfoy? Why?" he said interrupting the flow of thought of one really confused git.

"Honestly, Potter?" asked Draco with warning clear in his voice. But the Boy-Who-Live-To-Be-Oblivious just nodded. "I worried about you." admitted the Ice Prince with all the courage he could master he continued. "I own you a big one for my mother, and for the Room of Requirement. And maybe also just for that you killed that snaky freak. I don't know really myself. Just wanted to be able to help if you need any. Even to me it sounds foolish because I still can't stand you but I wanted for once to be on your side."

Silver orbs kept locked in Emeralds. Silence just emotions. There were something in what Draco had said that had made Harry hope for more. For much more. Something in his nervous state, that made Harry think that the Seer and be right. Something about his eyes, that begged him to trust the blond.

"Alright. Let's go back to the others." said the raven standing and taking of his spells.

Upon reentering the living, Harry was swept by a blurry bush of caramel colored hair. Loosing balance, if not for the support of his new ally, he would have been smashed to the ground.

"You didn't send him back. You accepted him! That's so great! He was so worried for you after all. He even stayed here ever since the battle, never gone home. His mother is coming to see him ever two da..."

"Granger! Will you just shut your mouth!" intervened the git. Well, former git? Taking her off Harry and placing a hand over her mouth for emphasis.

"So gone on, don't worry about what she said." told him the blond quite uneasy.

"Well... Hum. Yeah" muttered Harry trying to recover from the shock. Malfoy had slept at the Burrow for three months, waiting for him to come back. That was more that hope. That was more than oracle. That was confession in itself. And he felt a shiver through his body as he realised that.

"You're drooling Harry!"

"Not that hard his jaw is on the floor!"

"Stay on track, Harry!"

"We are curious as well for the next part!"joked the twins circling and hugging the boy again in the process.

"Yeah. Hum. Sorry! Alright, so I gave Death the hallows back. We parted way, and I noticed I was in the Forbidden forest.I got out of it quickly and ended to Hogsmeade on the pass to the Shrieking Shark. So I waited for the Knight Bus to come home but then some guys appeared from the forest and asked to have a talk. So I followed them in the Forbidden Forest."

"Wait! Let me finish. I am explaining everything to you so just stop asking. Please." with a nod from the always so clever witch and by Mrs. Weasley stated that he should be more precise, Harry started all over again.


"-./°Flashback°\.-"

He knew someone had taken him away from Hogwarts, from England, from his own realm. But he didn't knew were he was. It was just a white space of nothingness. Void until the person that had brought him walked in front of him and began to speak.

"You fought well, young Lord." said a gentle voice without gender.

"Thank you. But it seems it was not enough to save my comrades. Are you Death itself?" asked Harry genuinely.

"I am, Lord of bravery. And I should keep you to have come against my doing." shatised the cloaked figure almost invisible in all the whiteness of her clothes and where they were.

"You should? Does it mean you won't?" he questioned a sparkle in his beautiful green eyes.

"I shall let you go back to the living. Because it is not the first time I met you, dear Lord."

"I can guess on which occasion we might have met. But I keep wondering why you call me Lord. I am no Lord. I didn't even inherited the Potter family yet."

Harry was troubled, why was Death sticking to that title when he did not even had it. Was there something that Dumbledore had taken with him in his grave?

"May you have your inquire responded to." The cloak told him in a bow as the whiteness of the place was torn by the apparition of two people. The new-comers were talking between them as the room change into a comfortable salon with sofa, and a fire-place warming Harry.

"What is happening?"

"Did you do something to be punished for?"

"What could I do to be punished, we are already dead. Is there worst punishment?"

"I wouldn't put it past you, James."

That's when green eyes met green eyes. He didn't wait to be sure. He didn't want to make sure. He just run to them. And for the first time, he could hug his mother in his arms, like any son.

"Oh! God! Harry!? You are so grown up!" stuttered Lily as she pushed Harry away until she could have a good look at him. She looked so proud of her son until her husband spoke the words.

"Harry, son... You're not dead, are you?" asked James hesitantly. Not wanting his son to die so young. He could bear not being able to see him. They would have an eternity afterward to make for that. But not yet. Now looked too young.

Yet his son turned to a cloaked figure they saw only once. The day they lost their lives.

"It doesn't seem so. She likes me, I think." admitted his son facing his father with a bright smile. Not caring at all, he had just made a joke of Death in front of her.

"Harry, babe. Maybe you should not say something like that? You might make them angry at you." whispered Lily to his son, fearing what the young man was oblivious to.

"Mom, I swear. I should be dead already, yet she brought you here just to answer to why she keep calling me Lord. I won't die today, promise." conforted the young version of James Potter.

"Lord? You mean, you've got the inheritance?" asked father to his son.

"No. That's why I don't understand. I am not eighteen yet. I can't get the family ring or anything before that, right?"

"That's right, babe. But your father was talking about magical inheritance." Harry just frown his brow, stating silently that he had no idea what they were on about. "Let's go sit down, darlings. we're gonna teach you about it, like we should have been able to." she complained starting her way to a sofa.

They sat in front of a massive fire-place, it was so huge they could have entered in all together and be able to stand straight in it. But that it was so grand made it even more beautiful as the flames were as tall as Harry, it was a calming sight. The room was just as simple as the precedent, no painting, no carpets. Only the gray fire on a gray wall and a gray settee on a gray floor.

However, Harry sat between his parents, reading himself to learn one more truth about is life. But for once, he didn't think that he shouldn't be something that a stranger taught him. This time it was his mom that was going to do the explanation and he was so happy of that mere fact. That he was already smiling like a lunatic, quickly forgetting he was getting ready for a revelation.

"Babe, a magical inheritance is like a boost of magic on your seventeenth birthday. Every wizard as one but the inheritance may differ. If a spell was performed by the family, you could along with you original boost acquire others abilities from your ancestors. In other case, you could transform in a magical creature the night of your birthday if your family had a mixed blood with any creature. But Harry, th Potter family inheritance of their heirs is something else. You see it has to do with the Potter family descending for the Peverell." explained his mother with great clarity, much like Hermione would minus the 'I am reciting this from a book' tone in her voice. This brought a smile on his face and as James was also grinning at his son antics, Lily ignored the pair and studiously continued.

"The Peverell were the three brother wish received the Deathly Hallows. But it os said that they created it by their own powers which is false. Death really gave them the Hallows and that was only because they were special to her to begin with."

"Special? You mean like precious?" asked Harry turning to a chair where the cloaked entity was listening to the conversation. "Like you cared for them?"

"It may be like Death as you call me is without emotions. But young Lord, it is untrue. I do care for those of my original kind. I was once, I have not been Death since eternity. And you, unknowing Lord, you are from my kind. Hence, I like you, as you said." Death spoke with gentleness and sweetness in her voice that was so strange from a stranger. That Harry was instantly overwhelmed by companionship for such a lonely soul.

"Thanks. May I ask for your name?"

"I do not own one anymore. I shall not bear one for the task I was chosen for. So you shall resume using Death to refer to my person, dear Lord of mine. The name is endearing to me now."

"She's really in love with you! Nice played, son!" James declared waiting his palm in the air for his son to high-five. But he was froze into place by a glare, he knew all to well. The look that made green eyes turn to flames. Lily opened her mouth to reprimand her husband. When Harry sprung to his feet, bending slightly to tower his father, he pointed an accusatory finger his eyes the same as his mother. He took the reprimand over.

"How could you dare say something like that dad! She is all alone! Of course, she is gonna be friendly with someone she met already three times! And I am the only one! Even, I like her! When I heard you were bullying Snape with Snuffle and Moony. I didn't believe it but you really are an arrogant git. You remind me of Malfoy!" finished the furious teen before dropping back to his sit.

As he came down, he was met by a hit behind the hand. He turned to Lily not understanding why she had just hit him.

"You are not allowed to speak to your father like that young man! We may be dead but respect oblige. Even if I agree with what you said, expect for the Malfoy bit, it was not your place to say the words." chatised Lily in her mother role.

" I... I'm sorry, dad." said Harry softly, feeling for the first time like a little boy.

"Malfoy? Really?" repeated his father, shocked by the comparison.

"Well, he always walk around like he own the place and the people who are in it! Like he was some kind of prince or something!" he whined, but still catching his older copy give a weird glance to his mother.

"What is it? Does this talk have something to do with Malfoy?" asked their son suddenly really worried.

"Listen, Harry. You are the sole heir of the Potter family, hence the heir of the Peverell too. And in heir blood like our friend here said." James indicated to Death. "They weren't humans. They were what we would call Lycanthropes, son. But they have nothing to do with Werewolves. They are dark, Harry. Made by dark magic, and using it. But it was long before dark was known as bad. At that time, they say that only three noble and ancient families reigned on this magical realm. One of them was..."

"Wait a minute. You are saying that there are other realms? Like other dimension, you mean?" interrupted his pretty eyed son.

"That's what I am saying. History says that three of the four families were great allies but the last one was a traitor and tried to take the realm for themselves. The four original families are the beginning of Magic itself, they gave Magical cores to a handful of humans really dear to them and as time passed they've been forgotten. Harry, the Peverell family was one of the four, Malfoy another as it descends from the black with the son of Lucius Malfoy."

At that point, James stopped waiting for his son to take in what have just been said. He expected a shocked expression, that he wouldn't believe it. That his son would complain about being the heir of such a family. But nothing came, and as her husband was wondering why, Lily already knew her son well enough to predict his reaction.

"He waiting for what you have left to say. My babe is so naïve, still not getting what you are implying." cooed his mother stroking his cheek gently.

"Mom, I'm not an idiot. Did you really watch over me? You don't know what I had to go through since you were gone? If I wasn't at least smart enough to understand what that is saying, I would be dead a long time ago, don't you think." pointed her little boy, the expression hard from memories, his voice cold from experience. But the worst was to see the numbness in his eyes, in his green emeralds that she loved so much, because that meant he was used to do it. Used to shut of his feelings, sadness, anger, loneliness. And she hated it. She took her son in her arms to hold him tightly, she whispered her love to him again and again. Until tears dropped on her shoulders and the strong man came back to surface, pushing her away to wipe rapidly his moment of weakness away.

"I am sorry we couldn't take care of you, like we should have. I can't imagine what it was like for you to be all alone. You must have felt so lonely. Oh, my dear Harry." she added struggling to keep her voice steady as she was already crying.

"What?" questioned her son, confused. "But, in the Forbidden Forest you said you never left me." stated Harry, a tone of suspicion in his voice while he stood up to face the both of them. "Death do you have an explanation for this as it is your stone that allowed me to see them."

"Your parents were with you, but only a part of their magic was. The other part left the living world when they died." declared Death. "But Lord Harry, don't misunderstand me." She added when he turned to her and stared at her giving of to everyone the feeling of betray he had. "It was really your parents, it was just a part of their conscience trap in their magic, because they cared about you. So there is no deceiving done. Don't worry, young Lord."

"You better not be lying..." treatened Harry, glaring openly at Death without a once of fear in his attitude. Standing tall, the head held high, confident in his ability, James felt proud, immensely proud of his son. Reaching for the hand of his still crying wife, he wanted to know how his son could be this fearless.

"Harry? What happened to you?" he asked. Yet, he regretted those words the moment his dear and prideful son catched his eye. His regard was sad, full of grief and remorse.

"When you died. Dumbledore asked for the Dursley to take care of me. But they hated you, so they hated me. They used me like a house-elf, I even slept in a cupboard under the stairs. I never knew I was a wizard until my letter for Hogwarts. Uncle Vernon almost didn't let me go, but the house got flooded with letter and then Haggrid came to pick me up so they didn't get the choice."

"Oh! My baby! I..."

"Please just listen mom. It's just the beginning." he said his face grave like resigned. "I made friend with Ron Weasley, he's the son of Arthur and Molly Weasley if you know them. Well, then Draco Malfoy came to me just before the sorting saying how poor families were such a disgrace for pure-blood wizard. So I told him to piss off. Since he were enemies, like rivals, got into fight all the time. But well, thanks to him, I got in the Quidditch team in first year."

"In first year? Which position? More importantly, you were a Gryffindor, right?" asked his father excited.

"Yeah, Gryffindor's seeker. Never lost the position since..." bragged Harry as he resumed his story.

-/Harry making his own biography, just a reminder of what is in the books, you prefer to skip it... ^^ Doesn't change anything and you won't lose the trail of the talk./-

====[ Anyway, in first year, Voldemort possessed our Defence Against Dark Arts's teacher. He tried to steal the Philosopher's stone to resurrect but I stopped him with Ron and Hermione. Oh! Hermione is a Muggle-born, she hated us but then Ron and I saved her from a Troll so we're called the Golden Trio since. Hum...

Seconde year, Lucius gave Voldemort's diary to Ron's little sister and possessed her to open the chamber of secrets. I figured out I was a Parselmouth so I was able to go in the Chamber when Ginny disappeared. Hum, Ginny is Ron's sister. I had to kill a basillik to destroy Voldemort's diary.

Third year... I met Padfoot and Moony for the first time, Moony was DADA teacher and Sirius just escaped from Azkaban. Everyone thought he was the one who told Voldemort where you were hiding. But it was Wormtail who did. I got the Marauder's map from Ron's older brothers, Fred and Georges are twins and like the successor. Anyway, I found out the truth but Wormtail got away because Mooney transformed so caught by the dementors and was about to get the Kiss. So Hermione and me used her timer-turner to save him, and we succeed.

In fourth year, Hogwarts hosted the Three Wizard tournament, didn't have the age required but still got in against my will. One of Voldemort's took the place of Moody as the DADA teacher. I won the tournament along with Cedric Diggory, but we were trapped and the trophy was Portkey to Tom riddle cimeter. He used my blood to resurrect and I managed to escape.

In fifth year, no one believed me about Voldemort's return so I was made a liar by the Prophet and the ministry. So to keep things in control Fudge send Umbrage as a DADA teacher. She ended taking the place of Dumbledore to control the school, she almost prohibited the used of magic. She used Blood Quill in detention. And ended up beat up by the centaurs trapped by Hermione. I also became aware that year that I had a mental connection with Voldemort, so in the middle of the night, he showed me how he tortured people. Once he let me see the father of my best friend Ron. We were fortunate enough I could remember the place from my trial, oh yeah the trial I forgot. Well, we saved Ron's father. The trial was because I used the Patronus charm to chase two dementors that attacked Dudley and me near home. Didn't want to believe there were dementors so I got the whole wizardgamot at my hearing. Well, that was before the start of the year actually. Well, to come back to the vision, I got another one about the same place of Sirius. But I could not contact Dumbledore since he was in hiding because Fudge wanted to put him in Azkaban so my friends and I went to save him but it was a trap. And Sirius died that night when he came to my rescue.

Sixth year, I almost killed Draco Malfoy by using Sectumsempra without knowing what would do the spell.I got him from Snape's book of potion, the half-blood prince. Didn't understand it was him until he died actually. However I was suspicious of Malfoy because Ron, Hermione and me were sure he had taken the Dark Mark that summer. So I always followed him around, and I was right because he was actually fixing a way for Death Eaters to enter the school and Dumbledore died when he succeed, killed by Snape.

That's why in seventh year, my friends and me didn't return to Hogwarts. Dumbledore had told me that Voldmort had divided his soul in pieces to be immortal, you could the object they are put in Horcruxes. So instead of going to school, we searched for it and we had to broke in Grigotts to get one. And while we were struggling and fleeing, the Ministry fell apart and Hogwarts became ruled by Voldemort as Snape became Headmaster. Well, we got into Hogwarts to get one of the three last Horcruxes, there were seven at first. Then, the war began to buy us time to found the Horcruxes left. We destroyed the diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw, and we learnt that Nagini was left. So we tracked down Voldemort who killed Snape to become the true Master of the Elder Wand. Ah! Yeah! The deathly hallows are true and he stole the wand from Dumbledore grave. Well, Snape gave me a pensive memory before he died. And it said that I was the last Horcrux so I had to die. That's why when Voldemort proposed I give my life to save the others, I did. I died but I came back tp life thanks to Dumbledore wh gave me the Resurrection Stone in a snitch I had almost swallowed in my first Quidditch match. Anyway, that's not important. I woke up and Narcissa Malfoy was the one who checked if I was alive. She asked me if her son was okay instead of saying I wasn't dead. I acted dead until the last moment so I fought Voldemort and killed him when my friends got rid of Nagini. Nagini was Voldemort familiar, an enormous snake if you didn't know. And when all was over, I realized that a lot of people died. So I shared my magic with them to wake them up and it worked. And then I was brought here.]====

"That was how I lived. So now, I don't think that what you were 'implying' matters much, does it?"

Their son was an amazing young man.

"Harry... You speak Parseltongue?" began Lily.

"You were an Horcrux..." continue James

"You died already..."

"You killed a basilik..."

"You brought back from death your friends..."

"Sorry, son. But are you kidding us?" asked James in disbelief.

"James! How can you say something like that you can see in his eyes all the pain he had to go through!" growled Lily.

"But sweety, our son is awesome. Never met anyone who can brag about one of the things he did and yet, he did a lot bunch of them."

"You are an astonishing young man Harry. And I feel for you really, but I fear you adventure is not finished yet."

"Mom, I figured that much. So on my birthday, I'm going to have a creature inheritance, right? But which one, I never heard of any inheritance on the eighteen birthday. Usually, it takes place on the sixteenth or seventeenth. Or so Hermione said." added Harry with sheepish grin.

"Well, you see. You would be a natural Animagi, that fact doesn't change much from wizard. You will be able to read minds because it's a gift that's passed on in the Potter Family. You ..."

"Dad, I'm sorry to stop you but... Which creature?" insisted Harry now fearing what he was going to become.

"We called them Lears, they are like a mixed of all the magical creature actually known as they are their ancestors. You will have accentuated senses like lycanthrope, a life long mate like Veelas, you will be more powerful and heal faster like vampires, you don't need to eat or drink or anything to survive, only Life energy. There is a lot of privilege coming with that transformation, but you must understand that it also make you responsible of every being dead or not that respond to you. And that is why, Death who is not a Lear anymore called you Lord." explained his mom.

"Responsible? What do you mean? Like their parents?"wanted to know the raven.

"You will need people around you to take energy from them. Those people will become your Court, at that very moment you are their Lord. Shall they do wrong you will have to take action to punish them. Shall they do well, you will have to reward them. Shall one die, you will take vengeance if it is required. That was the Great Lady was meant by responsible." clarified Death with simplicity but all the heaviness needed for Harry to understand what importance he would gain with his inheritance.

"And none of the Magic Laws can go against my judgement when it comes to my Court, right?" guessed Harry.

"Yes, they can't. And you are not restricted by those rules either, that's why Lears are classified as a very dark race." confirmed his new friend.

"Thanks, Death. You know we should really found you a better name. I am sure i'm going to see you often anyway." decided Harry.

"Lear does have powers over the dead. You shall come whenever you want, dear Lord. How will you name me?"

"Izanami! She was a goddess in ancient Japan who died and became the ruler of the death. If you like it, of course." asked the green-eyed Lord.

"I do like it. It remind me of where I came from." Izanami said melancholy tainted her voice.

"You were Japanese?" Shocked, he had assumed she had been British. Well, there was only one Death, she could have been from any nationality, he tought.

"Oh, dear Lord! Lear are japanese of origin. They were born, lived and gone extinct in the ancient Japan. You shall gain memories of your blood culture with your inheritance." said Izanami.

"What extinct? So why am I inherited Lear blood? I don't understand. There is no other Lear alive?" questioned the young man suddenly worried.

"There is but there are one who already inherited, and one who will just at the start of next month. You are three heir for the three Great families of the Ancient times." Izanami stated numbly.

"Harry, the Peverell were said to be the origin of the Lears so they are like the Royals for their kind. The Kishin family pledge absolute servitude in respect to us. The other family never did it official but they are close friends, Harry. Even if their descendant happen to be your rival." argumented James to his son, hoping to suppress a fit of anger.

"Oh! So Malfoy is going to become a Lear too..." spoke his son suddenly lost in thoughts. If Draco Malfoy was getting the same inheritance, they could make amends. Stop unnecessary fights, and be friends at last. He owned his mom anyway, he could as well befriend her son to redeem their family name. If it still could be done. He doubted of the power of his fame, the Malfoy's will be suspected to have drug him or something like that. Crap! 'I've got to talk to Hermione!' thought Harry.

"Young Lord, it's time for you to return to the living." Izanami declared as she stood up.

Harry hugged his dad and mom, promised to go back as they disappeared again.

"Do I have a limited time to stay?" inquiered her Lord.

"You do not, the other two does."

"You really took a liking to me, right?" joked her dear green-eyed wizard.

"I have, but I am pressing you because the Kishin are already waiting in Hogsmeade for you return." she informed him. He looked surprised and asked.

"Friend or foe? It's not that I don't believe what Dad told me but just to be sure."

"Do you want me to go ahead and assure of their loyalty." proposed Izanami.

"You would do that for me. Yes, King of tenderness." she said revealing a grin as she vanished away.

She reappeared minutes later. She even bowed as she approached Harry.

"They are of no danger, kind Lord. Even though there are Lears, they have yet not meet the level of your power as a wizard. Have no fear." Harry nodded his understanding and stood up from the coach when she added. "May I require your help, Lord of bravery?"

"Of course, you helped me talk with my parents. Ask for anything!" smiled her Lord really happy to be able to be to thanks her for what she did.

"May I take back the Hallows known as the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone? I would not like to let them be used too often, it may be unpredictable sometimes." She asked in a humble bow like she was addressing a King.

"Of course, I just have to retrieve the Stone from the Forbidden Forest."

"My gratitude , Lord of fairness." She thanks him with a new bow.

"Stop bowing, will you. And just call me Harry, you don't need to address me as if I was your Lord." snapped the raven. Not angrily, but with enough irritation to make the cloaked figure bow again in apology."Izanami! We're friends for fuck sake!"

Harry regretted instantly his out-bust and was about to apologize when he met the beautiful smile of a graceful mouth. The rest of her face was still hidden but he could see her fine chin, her pink tainted cheeks and she looked cute. Not deadly at all, she seemed really gentle.

"My gratefulness, Lord Harry. I shall to grant you a present. In the mist of celebration for your day of birth, four men will visit you. Different from what you knew, they will be dear to you. Your eyes won't be able to recognize them, only your heart will." She finished as Harry appeared in Hogsmeade...

"-./°End flashback°\.-"