Chapter four:
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Titel: If I could turn back time, what would I do?
Author: Lunary
Pairing: TR/HP also possible LL/HP
Drama/Romance/Love/broken Harry/Sane Tom
Harry wasn't sure how he would accomplish everything he wanted because to make it short, life sucked a great deal for him at the moment, even if he didn't want to admit it in the first place.
He'd had a long talk with Andromeda and together they had talked things through even if he never mentioned his dreams, his dread about the future or his wish to undo so many things.
Teddy was sitting in his lap and he smiled a sad smile while he watched the young boy changing features to match his own looks.
It was at times like that, that you would detect a bitter smile adorning Andromeda's features about the young child's ability to shift shape at will.
She always had the fear, the young boy wouldn't be able to remember his own parents and would one day think that Harry was his father.
The elder woman missed her daughter and her son in law as much as she mourned the death of her own husband.
At times like this, Harry would feel guilty and wasn't sure if it would be okay to stay with Andromeda at all.
He had met with Hermione a couple of times over the last weeks and even talked a little about the things he met every time he was a sleep.
The conversations with Death weren't pleasant at all the times he had them and the dreams about a certain evil but nonetheless good looking Ex-Slytherin weren't helpful at all.
He had taken to converse with Death himself most of the nights when he visited all the places in his life which had brought him misfortune and filled him with guilt as well as dread.
Every Night he awoke with a start when he would dream of his parents murder, when he would see Sirius falling or when he had the feeling that Tom was beside him and he wouldn't feel bad about it.
It was one of those, nights he had spent alone with Death and one of those he found himself again sitting before an empty fireplace feeling as if he could freeze to death because of the coldness the room provided to its occupants.
Death would sit before him, sipping tea, offering him the same treats and sweets before he would start asking him questions.
Harry dreaded those times and Death would smile at him and the talking would resume.
Those nights even if they were the hardest were also times, in which he started to understand certain things.
He would see his life in a different light, would grasp consequences people he held dear had chosen to have a chance at happiness and it was, such a choice which presented it self to him, on a cold night.
Death was watching the young mortal before him and had too hid his smile, because since Harry had gained control over all three of his possessions the nights were a little, more lively than before.
He had animated discussions with Tom Riddle, even if he wasn't sure that the complains the three versions off the lad brought up, left him with migraine or something along the lines more often than not.
He would listen to complains off Voldemort that the boy had ruined his life or he would listen to the lonely child which felt abandoned in his early childhood by his parents.
In more than one way, both Tom and Harry were the same and even if one had strived to become immortal the other hadn't and it was the one who hadn't strived to become one that seemed bound to be one.
Fate was a cruel mistress, Death was sure about it and he was a hard master himself but despite both being what they were, he found Harry amusing and endearing all the same.
"What would you say, if you could turn back the time boy?" he asked the young man before him.
The green eyes snapped back to attention and were hard as they stared him down.
"I would say it is, not possible! Least off all horrible things happen to wizards who meddle with time." was Harry's answer to that, which had Death laughing so hard, he was on the ground in a matter of minutes and rolling on the floor with uncontrollable laughter.
It took him a while before he had calmed down enough to regard the lads answer with one of his own.
"You have a good head on your shoulders, but you're still young. What I offer is something that will rewrite everything but one thing." he started to explain.
Harry wasn't sure about that. Even if could be a good or a bad idea. Here he was in his dream with Death himself proposing a Second Chance, but it was too good to be true and he wasn't sure if there was a hidden agenda this being hold for his own merits, or not.
"Look Harry, what I'd like to offer is a chance to rewrite your history but also the history of a few other people alongside yours." he stopped to let it sink, before he continued: "But you sense deceit don't you?" was his next question for the young hero before him.
Said lad regarded him with wariness and an aura of power which sent goose bumps onto Death hidden skin. But this power was despite being a strong one also weak in its own.
Death waited only a moment before he brought the discussion or his proposal back on track.
"I've to admit even if there is no chance that I won't try to deceive you, I can at least warn you to be careful. Because the choices you are about to make will bring you grieve alongside happiness. But before you can reach that you will face despair and grieve more often. I'm not telling you what will happen because then everything would be futile and wouldn't have a meaning in the end and your trying would be all for nothing." Death told him in a grave voice, and he hoped Harry understood the graveness of the mission he wanted the boy to complete.
He was sure his sister Faith would have a fit about his plan, but he was sure he could prevent her from interacting too much.
"I'll leave you to think about it and I only wish for you to choose one other person which will accompany you in this quest." Deaths voice was hard and at the same time smooth.
Harry only inclined his head that he would think about it.
The next weeks were only a blur to him and sometimes he met his old friends, but over all his life wasn't improving much.
He was travelling through Diagon Alley and could feel the stares and whispers he received because today he had Teddy with him.
The young child which looked so much like him, and the stares from the other witches and even wizards, were crawling over his skin like ants would do, when you weren't paying attention at a picnic.
The situation inside the Ministry wasn't a good one. People had respect for him but behind his back they feared him and the power he hold.
He could tell that his friends tried to stand by his site but the fact that, he and Ginny had broken up was just the next thing, which started a new wave of women trying to gain his favour, trust and in the end to get in his pants.
He was tired of this masquerade. All he wanted was freedom and a normal life with the people he loved the most.
But that just seemed to be impossible for bloody Harry Potter he realised while walking down the alley.
Harry regained his senses when he crashed into someone and Teddy started crying, because the child had also lost his balance.
His first instinct was to curse, but as he was glancing down he found himself face to face with a blond witch he hadn't met in sometime.
Luna smiled a little, and looked at him a little expecting which brought some colour into Harry's cheeks.
But he quickly grabbed Teddy and looked him up and down, to search for any kind of wound which wasn't even there to begin with.
After he was sure, the child was okay and at his hip because he had picked him up Harry offered with burning cheeks Luna his hand to help her up.
In the moment she took hold of his hand, everything went black and he knew no more...while everything went black, the streets in Diagon Alley started crumbling and only two roses lay on the spot where moments, before three magic wielders had been...
Okay that's it for today.
Sorry for my late update.
I hope you continue reading and a big thank you at RebeliousOne and all the other's which have this Story on alert and follow it and write the reviews.
Regards,
Lunary
Edited on 2013-07-13
