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At long last, his emerald eyes opened, the wizard seeing the world for the first time in countless millennia. The bright blue sky, the splendor and glory of the rising sun, and the countless plants that adorned the earth. He found a great deal of comfort in these things, very much so. It felt like an eternity ago that he had witnessed the beauty of nature.

Harry Potter. The wizard let out a non existent breath at recalling his name, along with a surge of memories that came with it. He was finally awake from that endless dream, free to live again after being trapped for so long.

But something was wrong. He felt out of place, like a stranger that had no right to be here. He could see fenced farmland and buildings in the distance, but did not recognize any of it. He tried to remember how he got into this situation, but his mind came up blank. Looking down at his body, he immediately recognized what was wrong.

Am I a dead? He mused to himself, staring through his transparent body in interest. It was like his body was not fully there, like he was nothing more then a faint whisper upon the wind. He might as well have been a shadow in the night, never to be seen or noticed by anyone else. Continuing to inspect his phantom-like form, he was quick to notice the mark branded on his right palm, to which he froze at the sight of.

Impossible. Was that old legend true after all? Harry numbly stared at the black mark upon his palm. The sign of the Deathly Hallows. A symbol of three very powerful magical artifacts, said to have been given to three wizard brothers by Death himself. It was said that those who united the three hallows would be given the title "Master of Death," which was generally assumed to be a form of immortality.

His memory was still blurred, but he could recall obtaining the three artifacts in his old life. Was that the cause of his strange new existence here? He was sure that he died at some point in his old life, so how had he gotten here? Had the Hallows prevented his soul from moving on to the next world, where his family and friends awaited for him? Was he doomed to remain a wandering spirit, never to experience release from the mortal world?

If I'm dead, does that mean my magic is gone? That terrifying thought came to mind. He couldn't imagine his existence without the magical abilities he had grown so used to in his old life. It would be like living with missing limbs, or trying to see with no eyes. Magic was a part of his very being, and without it he was worse then crippled.

Spotting an insignificant rock in the soil, the wizard immediately called upon his magic, desperately hoping that it was still with him. The rock floated briefly into the air at his command, falling back down once his magic left it. So he did still retain his powers, however lessened they might be. That was a welcome relief indeed.

There are houses in the area, so there must be people as well. He quietly reasoned to himself. Harry briefly entertained the idea of haunting people with his newfound form, before deciding against it. As amusing as scaring people might be, he had better things to do with his time. Namely, find out where the bloody hell he was.

But there must be a reason he's here, right? Harry just had to realize what it was, and all would make sense. The wizard couldn't explain it, but he felt something calling to him into the distance here. Like a faint echo of magic, pleading for his attention.

With nothing else in mind, Harry decided to start walking toward the nearby farm. If he really was a ghost, then he could easily listen in on other peoples conversations, to get an idea of what was happening here. It was possible that they spoke a different language here, but a simple translation spell would fix that issue.

Getting closer the the farm, Harry noticed that it was different from what he first thought. It was a very large farming estate, probably belonging to some wealthy family if he had to guess. There were many workers planting seeds in the prepared soil, probably hired workers for whoever owned this place. It certainly was a massive operation, if the countless surrounding crop fields were any indication.

But there was someone who grabbed his attention, one child so very out of place compared to everyone else. It was a young blond girl, working far away from the other farm laborers. A worn dress covered her body, dirty from working out in the fields, while wooden farming clogs protected her tiny feet. She looked absolutely miserable, if her hunched over body posture was any indication. He decided to walk closer to her, more out of concern then any other reason.

Now Harry wasn't the best at reading other people, but something was obviously very, very wrong with this girl's life. Looking at her face, he could easily see the loneliness that seemed etched into it. Her blue eyes were... hollow. They were eyes void of any happiness or comfort. She looked so utterly lost and confused, as if she didn't know the meaning to her own life.

Waving his hand in front of her face, she didn't even blink. So he was invisible to mortals after all. Harry then tried to say a few words to her, but she didn't seem to hear him either. He then tried to touch her, his cold hand passing through her body. That finally got a reaction over her, the girl jumping in sudden fright. She frantically looked around and right at the wizard, but her eyes could not see his ghostly form. Perhaps thinking that she imagined it, she returned to work without a second thought.

Harry just stood there and watched the blond girl work for a while, not knowing what else to do. He could only imagine what this girl's personal life was like, but it didn't look very promising at all. Her behavior was that of an neglected and socially awkward child, which raised all kinds of red flags in his head. He didn't want to assume the worse about her family life, but he could think of no other explanation for her appearance. He decided to keep an eye on her for a while, more out of pity then any other reason.

After some time, the girl finally left the field, her garden hoe slung over her shoulder. The wizard quietly followed her from behind, which was incredibly easy to do as an invisible being. The other workers seemed to ignore her, as if she wasn't worth paying any attention to. No one talked to her or took notice of her presence. She simply placed her tool in a shed and continued on her way, even taking steps to avoid the other workers.

The nameless girl soon arrived at a cowshed, to which her face brightened up slightly. Her steps seemed more lively as she walked into the building, where many cows were kept in stalls. The animals turned their heads toward her, seeming delighted by her presence.

"Hey, everyone," the girl greeted the animals with a slight smile. "It's time to eat!"

The wizard silently spectated as the girl began to tend to the animals. She brought a wheelbarrow full of hay and began to set it down for the cattle to eat, which they happily did. She repeated this process many times, until all of the animals were munching away on their meal. The farm girl then went up to a certain cow, which she began to pet with affection.

"Hey, Bella. How have you been girl?" The bovine of course said nothing, but enjoyed the tender touches it received as it ate.

"Grandma and Grandpa keep ignoring me," The girl sadly continued to the patient animal. "But that's why I have you guys, right? I'm never alone as long as I have you all."

Oh damn. Her words all but confirmed the suspicions Harry had about her home life. She was an unwanted child, born to a family that couldn't give the love and affection all children craved. Not only that, but she was speaking to the animals as if they were her only friends. Like she had never played with other children before.

"Bella... I have something to show you, if you promise not to tell," she excitedly whispered to the cow. The animal of course said nothing, but at least it wasn't ignoring her presence. The girl looked around with caution for a moment, again failing to see the phantom-like wizard. Confident that she was alone, she pulled something out of her dress and dangled it in front of the bovine, the light glistening off it in a golden splendor.

A necklace? The wizard's eyes were immediately drawn to the beautiful jewelry the girl held. It was shaped into a golden phoenix, a bird that symbolized death and rebirth. It clutched a ruby with it's talons, which was no less beautiful then it. There it was, he could feel the familiar magic coming from the gem. It was his own.

Wait... that necklace. Is my body in there? Harry thought. That might explain the strange calling he felt from it, and how incomplete he felt at the moment.

"I found this outside in the dirt today," the girl continued, looking over the necklace in delight. "It's just like in my storybooks, where people find buried treasure. Isn't that great?"

That red ruby in the necklace. That might explain the strange dreams of a red void he had. His body was in there, Harry was sure of it. While the girl had claimed ownership of the necklace, the wizard couldn't blame her for wanting to keep it. He would have done the same, had he been in her shoes.

In fact, her keeping the necklace made it easier for him, a plan forming in his mind. After witnessing her life so far and hearing her talk, his empathy for the blond child had quickly piled up. He felt bad for her situation, and quietly resolved to do something about it. While he couldn't force her family to give the love she craved, he wasn't above pulling a few tricks to help her out.

But first, The wizard had to recover his strength. After then, he would play the role of her guardian angel, if only to ease her suffering.

Touching the necklace the blond child held, the wizard was immediately drawn in, like he had passed through an invisible door. Opening his eyes again, he could see the endless red void around him, just like in his dreams.

Looking down at the hand branded with the symbol of Death, Harry flexed his fingers again. It felt so good to have his body back. But he felt so tired and weak at the moment. He didn't resist the urge to close his emerald eyes, feeling the darkness take him again.

In his last waking moments, the wizard quickly planed out his next actions. He would have to find out more about this strange land, and the people who lived here. He would also use his magic to help the blond girl who woke him up. After seeing her sadness and loneliness, he didn't have the heart to forsake her without doing something. He resolved to meet her soon. They might even become friends, who knows?

Just maybe, the wizard could even start a new life here. In a new land, far from the bittersweet memories of his past. It was defiantly something he would consider.

But in the necklace that a young blond girl held, the wizard was content to rest for now. While she was ignorant of his existence, the unwanted girl held the most powerful being in her world, within her tiny hands.

They'll meet next chapter, Author's honor! Also going to throw Frieda Reiss in later, because that poor woman deserves some love.