Summary- Harry after the final battle ends up unwillingly taking the title of the master of death. Though he finds it plays no big part in his life. At least not until he dies and finds himself reborn into a whole nother world. With all his memories and magic in tack. However, it seems this world or should it be said the life Harry know has might turn out to be just as unfortunate as his first life; especially considering the family he finds himself being reborn into. Teen wolf/ Harry Potter crossover.
A.N-This will most likely be a slash story or have some type of slash in it so letting that be known right here and now. Though please let me know if you have a preferred pairing that you would like to see with Harry or with someone else.
Disclaimer- I do not own or make any money off of either Harry Potter or Teen wolf.
Chapter two
It has been several long torturous years since the wicked bitch he was still forced to, at least verbally, call his mother had first snapped that twice cursed damn collar around his neck in the first place. And honestly Harry could think of an object he hated more than he did that collar. Hell, he couldn't think of a person he hated more then he did his mother in this currently life, well besides his grandfather in this life as well.
Even Voldemort didn't earn the amount of loathing that his so-called family in this life did. At least for not as long as his family had considering the fact Harry really only knew Voldemort for a few years opposed to the torturous eighteen years he knew those two. And despite how he tried to feel otherwise, Harry couldn't help but hate those two with a burning intensity in his chest that he couldn't ever recall feeling before.
A feeling that really started to show when the collar that had made his hell to begin with had first been put on him. Something that had happened when Harry had just turned eleven. Worst yet, at least in Harry's mind he had been, was the fact that before anything had even actually happened, he had been wondering if something similar to what had happened in his past life would happen again.
Now years later Harry was eighteen and cursing the fact he had dared Jinx himself like he had back then; really considering his luck Harry felt that he should have known better then to even dare wonder something like that. Hadn't previous experiences taught him anything at all?!
Because yes, in the end something had happened that would flip his life around like Hogwarts had in his first life. Despite how much he hated it, and wished otherwise, the collar in question had certainly been something that had changed his life. Almost eerily similar to what had happened the first time he had turned eleven; at least in a twisted way it was.
Only this time it wasn't nearly as positive, or lifesaving, like going to Hogwarts had originally been. At lease before the war and everything that came after it that is. Especially when you consider it had been turning eleven and going to Hogwarts in the first place that got him away from the abusive people, he had been forced to call family in his life as Harry Potter.
That despite everything that had happened there that Hogwarts, had most likely saved his life as Harry had no doubt that if in his past life if he had been forced to stay at the Dursley's for any longer then the summers he had been forced to during his Hogwarts years, he most likely would have died in there tender love and care. But it hadn't happened and for a short period of time Hogwarts had been what had saved him from that.
However, this time such a beneficial change didn't happen once he had turned eleven. This time Harry had truly jinxed himself. Seeing as No, this time turning eleven didn't give him anything that he could consider good.
Not in the least bit, as Harry, opposed to be saved, found himself being made into a slave to his sadistic 'mother's' whims; along with the whims of his mother's father and his oh so kind grandfather's whenever he was around. Something that Harry had quickly found out was something he wouldn't wish on even his worst enemies; not even the so-called dark lord he had defeated in his first life. Especially not the training he was forced to do; even with the results it did get. No especially not because of the results it got.
And yet despite this and knowing most would consider death a mercy compared to what he was currently going through, Harry couldn't stop fighting. He wouldn't, no matter how bad it seemed to him, let them be the reason he killed himself. No matter what happened he couldn't stop living and doing his best to work around all the limitations he had.
Yes, he knew deep in his heart, where his magical core resting as constricted from him as it may currently be, Harry knew that despite all of this Harry couldn't bring himself to give up like his so-called masters seemed to want him to no. Even if it was mainly to spite them Harry keep on fighting on.
Just as he promised himself when the first time he found out about the collar, as well as several others very unpleasant piece of information that came with it, via Kate, the person Harry in his mind duped the wicked Bitch. A promise that he wouldn't let this break him; he would never give his so-called mother the honor of doing so. He'd do his best to never let anyone ever have that kind of satisfaction.
Currently at the moment Harry was, while curse the fact he had the collar on him in the first place that is, once again following yet another order he had been given by Kate. This time he wasn't actually fighting said order or using any loop holes he could find in said order to go against it. Both because it was an order, he didn't mind following, and because by simply following the order without fighting it he could conserve his energy for when he got an order he really didn't want to follow.
Seeing as over the years out a quite a few things about the collar that enslaved him. Most of them painful and related to the punishment fraction of said collar, but a few bits of information was rather helpful in knowing when it came to get around the collar in question.
One of them being the fact that when he was under the full control of the collar, and unable to fight it any more his eyes seemed to turn an almost lifeless grey color while at the same time the white of his eyes darkened. He found the more green he had in his eyes the more he could fight said orders, so because of this Harry usually went out of his way to hide his eyes both so no one would notice they were grey one day and green the next, and so his so-called mother wouldn't notice how hard he was fighting against the collar. Not that it seemed she honestly cared enough to watch him seeing as she was positive the collar would let her control him and remodel him into what she wanted him to be.
Another thing that he noticed about the collar was one he found out mainly due to the fact he noticed the eye color changes to begin with and this was ways to go against some of the orders he was given. Seeing as Harry had found by doing so was one of the best ways to work around the cursed object stuck around his neck. Not to mention one of the ways he could show his so-called mother that despite everything she had done to him, and forced him to do to himself, she still hadn't been able to break him; not completely anyway.
Still, it saved Harry a lot of pain, and made it so he could save the energy he needed for the more violent orders his mother often gave him, when he followed some of the more basic orders he was given.
Orders that were very similar to the ones he had in his past life, and often repeated in this life. Most of which were ones he didn't mind following, like cleaning, cooking, training, or other orders similar to those, they were actually quite a bit relaxing to do.
And best yet because he didn't fight against these orders, not only was he not punished by both the collar and his mother for not following the order he was given, but it also made it so he could use the energy he saved to fight the orders he loathed to follow. Like killing an unarmed were child, hunting down a pack of harmless creatures, or several other equally sickening orders his 'mother' gave him.
Sadly, much to the wicked bitch's joy, Harry wasn't always successful in finding the necessary loop holes, or strong enough, to completely disobey the orders he was given. Mainly because Harry needed his magic to help fight the collar and its orders, but because his magic was blocked so deeply by said collar, not to mention his magic still instinctively healed him when he became to injured from the punishment his mother constantly gave him, he didn't always have the necessary strength need to fight off the collar. Something that was made worse by the fact that over the years Kate had gotten better at wording her orders, so Harry couldn't find loop holes in them; at least most of the time.
Though Harry did admit that lately, since he had turned seventeen years old really, he had been steadily getting better at going against the orders he was given. Even if he was sure to be a lot more carful about showing this as he didn't want his mother, or worse hid grandfather, ever finding out that he was slowly finding ways around the very thing they were using to control him.
Though because of the multiple punishment sections the collar had Harry had to be careful of exactly how he did it, and who he did so in front of. Not only for fear of his mother find her collar was no longer as utterly effective as it once had been, but because there needed to be just a word from his mother to activate the worst punishment the collar could unleash on him.
And in honesty Harry had nearly died the last several times she activated it on him. Living only because his magic had saved him but because of this left Harry feeling to drained to fight the collar in the least bit. Leaving Harry behaving more like a robot more following orders then the human he actual was.
The orders he was currently willing to follow, were ones to pack up all the weapons they had out in the small apartment; an apartment they really hadn't even really moved into yet despite being therefore a good three months. Not that Harry cared much, because hey less work for him in the long run after all.
He was also to make sure to get all the supplies that were needed, as well as everything else he felt necessary, for Kates hunt for when they moved back to Beacon Hills. The place that started the hell that became Harry's life. Where Harry nightmares really began to take life, as his life had been turned around for the worst.
Yes, much to Harry's discomfort, after years of doing his best to avoid even mentioning Beacon Hills, they were now all going back to th place he had first gotten the collar put around his neck to begin with.
Not to mention the place where Kate had had her most successful hunt to date at, and nearly broke Harry with all the information he had gained back on that dreaded day. But despite everything, and all hidden attempts otherwise, Harry was following all the orders he was given to get ready to live in Beacon hill. All because Kate had heard that there were now werewolves there; Hale werewolves at that.
Meaning that his so-called mother felt it was finally time to finish the hunt she had all those years ago. While Harry, on the other hand, was strongly getting the feeling that by going back to Beacon Hills that his life would once more be changed all together, and considering just how horrible it currently was, he felt that at the moment he was seriously willing to risk anything to have it change.
Because it wasn't like it could get that much for him, and no Harry was Jinxing himself when he said that as he knew it to be pretty much true; seeing as House elves at the Malfoy family has been treating like kings compared to how things currently were for him. Not to mention if this failed then he wouldn't have a chance of life at all because his so-called mother's punishment would surely end his life once she found out.
Another reason Harry was willing to follow the order to pack everything up and get everything ready to deal with for their newest move was because of how the order Kate had given him was worded. Not necessary a loop hole he could use to disobey the order, so it would drain him as much, but still enough that he could certainly work with said orders; the way he wanted to work with them that in.
Seeing as in her near maniacal excitement, Kate hadn't been as careful as she usually was when it came to giving Harry his orders; having learned to do so from previous experiences. This time however Kate had told Harry to pack up all their supplies, to get everything they needed to move ready, and have everything he felt was needed to hunt ready to go.
Perhaps it was test she was giving Harry, or perhaps she just hadn't thought about what she had said. Either way Harry was so going to run with the orders he had been given. Because in all honest it was this last bit of the order he was given by his so-called mother that Harry was the most delighted about. Considering said order allowed quite a bit of movement for Harry if he actual thought about it; after all what he considered needed for a good hunt was much different the what his so-called mother felt was necessary.
Knowing this Harry couldn't help but be all too happy to follow the order he was given, even if he knew he would be harshly punished for what he was going to do, on top of the punishment he was going to earn for everything his mother felt he did wrong with following said order; at a later date that is. But again, seeing a chance to screw of Kate, ranked higher on his list then being afraid of being punished. Mainly because no matter what he did he'd still be punished for some preserved wrong by his mother.
Not only that but Harry, even if he did fear the punishment he was going to earn, would still be doing what he planned Because after all he did have to follow that oath he made when he first began his 'hunter' training and messing up the supplies his mother had for her hunts was a sure-fire way to do so. Even if it was smaller things so she wouldn't notice it all right way. Because if she did notice right away, she'd simply goo get her own supplies done the way she wanted, making the effort Harry had done to stop her, useless; and end him an even worse punishment along with it.
That being said Harry was quick to get everything set up the best he could to screw with his mother's hunt. Something he had managed to successfully do before, so he knew the best ways to get it done without actually be caught doing so.
Which meant Harry was doing things like placing weapons that didn't have wolfsbane in place the wolfsbane weapons were supposed to go, giving her a lot less wolfbane then she would need; most of which was a lot less potent then she would want as well. He also began packing only a limited amount of mountain ash and replacing several other plants with things that looked and smelled similar to those she wanted but at the same time were harmless to werewolves. All and all, not as much as he would like to have done but still more then he would have been able to do otherwise.
Harry after finishing this up, and after finishing up all the rest of the packing that he had been ordered to do, was about to follow the rest of the orders that he had been left by Kate before she herself had left.
Which was the usually Training until he dropped, clean up the area they were currently living in, have a full course meal ready for Kate for dinner before she got back, and to clean himself up so Kate didn't have to smell him. The most basics of her orders that he was given every day, on top of whatever other orders that Kate wanted done. Orders so regular and common that Harry had long since made a routine of them, and never really bothered fighting against them because it wasn't worth the effort to do so.
It was as he was going to do all of this that Harry walked passed the nearby mirror, part of the house he didn't have to pack up as it was literally attached to the wall, and because he was so far ahead in his schedule allowed himself to check himself over in said reflection. Taking in what he knew was himself and subconsciously marking the differences between Harrison Gerard Argent and what he had been like as Harry James Potter.
One of the first things that stood out to Harry was actually how achingly familiar he looked in both lives opposed to how different they were; even if there were several major differences. Like in his life as Harry Potter, Harry had pitch black hair, bright emerald green eyes and almost moonlight pale skin. The defining characteristics, beside the lightning bolt scar he had in his last life, that made up Harry Potter. Along with a lean body that was built for speed rather than brute strength.
Harry still had all of that, but there were differences as well. Like instead of having short wild pitch-black hair that never really seemed to grow in length, like he had when he had been Harry Potter, Harry now had long wavy black hair that fell down to his hips in a thick braid. That when it did become unbound, however rare that occurrence was, was almost wild in a wavy sort of fashion. Almost similar to a lion's mane if he let it.
More often than not though it was in a tight braid, that Harry honestly wasn't sure if he hated or not, along with the sheer length of said braid. As he had been ordered by Kate to have the braid in question, along with the length, because and Harry could literally quote her, as she wanted a good leash, she could wrap her hands around for the collar Harry had; with the braid in question being the leash she wanted.
Then as far has his eyes went, yes he still had the same stunning emerald green eyes that he had as Harry Potter, though this time it seemed to come from his unknown father instead of his mother; like it had been in his past life. However, unlike back in his previous life Harry never needed glass and if anything, perhaps due to all the training he had been put through, his eyes where even sharper than they had ever been before; never missing anything. Hell, when he was alone Harry could swear his eyes seemed to glow in the dark. Especially if he really needed to see something in said darkness or was feeling particularly emotional about something.
As for his body, well while he had been rather fit later in life as Harry Potter the malnourishment the had suffered through his entire life seemed to always effect his body in some way or another. Which was another thing he had always cursed the Dursley's for, that and the fact he had developed a need to desperately please others; something Harry had worked long and hard ant getting rid of.
But when it came to his life as Harry Potter, while he had been healthy and fit it was always it an almost too skinny sort of way, that had difficulty actually building muscle mass of any sort.
Not to mention despite everything he tried, and even with the potions he used, Harry never did grow taller than five-foot two at max in is past life. Something he had been highly embarrassed about. More noticeably as most of the people he had been around had been on the tall side of things; including his supposed wife whom had been a good couple of inches taller then him.
This time though it seemed his body was to be different from the body he had as Harry Potter. Maybe because despite everything that happened to him his mother wouldn't let him get malnourished enough to affect him, or to seriously effect his body to be more specific. If only because it would weaken him, and his mother wouldn't have any type of weakness in a weapon of hers; not if she could stop it in any way.
So, because of this Harry found himself currently having a slim muscular build that looked similar to one you would see on an Olympic swimmer or runner, one built primarily for speed but at the same time could pack one hell of a punch if the satiation called for it; which most of the time it did.
Not to mention considering the fact he regularly used parkour and gymnastics in his fighting style, seeing as it was the closest Harry could get to flying, the body was also highly flexible, and had some of the best reflexes Harry had ever seen when it came to reacting to attacks. Something Harry knew was mostly because of the sheer amount of times he had been attack by both his so-called mother and grandfather; both who could go to hell for all he cared
Best yet, at least in Harry's mind who had loathed his height in his past life seeing as everyone seemed to tower over him in some way or another, Harry found himself growing to almost six feet height in this life. And while he knew he wouldn't likely reach the whole six-foot range he still felt good about the height he did reach because being an inch or so from six-foot-tall was a lot better then being only an inch or so above five foot tall.
Though there was one physical change that he got from his life as Harry Potter and this life that did bother him, even if it was a rather minor change all things consider. And that was the fact in this life Harry seemed to never be able to actual tan.
Sure, he had pale skin as Harry Potter, but at least in the summer his skin had been able to get some sun and tanned into a rather lovely shade of golden brown. However, in this life Harry's skin seemed determined to stay the same procaine pale color it always was and if it ever did any color from the sun it was only a massive sun burn that went away in about day before going straight back to the pale skin he always had. Something that bothered Harry quite a bit and seemed to amuse Kate for some odd reason Harry really couldn't figure out.
Harry, as he was inwardly grumbling about the fact the only color, he got on his skin was when it burnt, let his eyes fall on the reflection of the thing, he loathed the most about the appearance he had now, and that was the collar that rested on his neck.
It was one of the reason Harry usually went out of his way to avoid looking at his reflection because of what it reminded him of. But at the moment Harry couldn't help but find himself staring at the very thing that kept him enslaved in the Kate, and her oh so loving father's, hold. The collar in question, despite what it did to him, wasn't some large highly decorated elaborate collar, like one may think of when they think of a magical collar.
Instead it looked like a rather simple black metal band that went around Harry's throat in a seemingly seamless fashion; small enough that it could very easy be covered by a high collar shirt or thin scarves. But beyond that it appeared to be almost like a rebellious fashion choice of a black choker of all things.
Or at least that is what it looked like at first, Harry after years of studying the collar in question, trying his best to find someway to remove the damn thing, once and for all. Found out that when it was active, or being used in anyway, there were extremely small designs in silver that looked like they danced around the black metal of the band that made up Harry's much hated collar.
It was something Harry noticed that no one else seemed to notice but him, as they all seemed to just simple see the black metal and nothing else. Making Harry wonder if it was because of the magic he had or perhaps whatever his father had been that let Harry see the silver designs. Designs that Harry still hadn't been able to fully make out or make head or tales of what they could mean.
So, it seemed to be rather useless to be able to even see the designs that where on the collar. Even though Harry got to feeling that seeing said designs would be key into finding out a way to destroy the collar in question.
That once he understood just what the designs meant that he would finally be free of both the collar in question and better yet his mother. Now though all he could do was try to find out what the designs may be because so far Harry had no idea.
Sighing and knowing that the thoughts that were currently bouncing around his head would lead nowhere good. Hell, they were already going down the bad route of wondering if he had gain something mythical from his father.
A father Harry already knew was dead and had been pretty much raped and killed shortly after by the woman he was forced to call a mother. So yeah, no it'd be best to keep away from those thoughts, and any remotely close to them; especially as Harry knew said so called mother would be back soon.
Knowing this, Harry looked away from his reflection and ran his hand through the loser parts of his hair, he needed to get his training done, and the cleanup himself before Kate got home. Not to mention he needed to add the last of the touches to the Dinner he had been making as well; because heaven forbid it wasn't all ready, done with and sitting on the table when Kate came in.
Besides it wasn't like staring at himself in the mirror and thinking on times passed would help him in anyway. If anything, it'd only depress himself even further then he already was. Not to mention taking a longer shower then he normal would be allowed really did sound wonderful right about now.
Knowing this Harry began to finish the last set of orders Kate had left him, and as he did this, as he dragged his aching and utterly exhausted body to the shower to clean it up for the night. Harry found himself unable to wonder just what was going to be waiting for him when he finally ended back up in Beacon Hills.
What was going to happen in the next week once he got to the place he had originally been collar, and why did he feel like he that his life was once more going to be flipped on end once he ended back in that town. He guessed only time would really tell.