Memories 2
Time before Mother
He had been at Omega for a few months now and could honestly say that he loved the place. He had gone in legilimensy spree a moth back and could now talk, write and speak nearly every known language in the Galaxy. At least those that had somewhat similar vocal cords that he had. Or that did speak in the first place.
He had been very, very careful when using legilimens. Some of the races were very resistant to mind magics but with Elder wand that problem had been solved. He was also ecstatic that he didn't have to hide magic as he could pass it as being biotic. That had been really interesting thing to find and had prompted him to buy an omni-tool, a toll that you could use just about anything. From repairing something to manufacturing things to hacking and using it as melee weapon but you couldn't forget the biotic talents either. Over all, he loved it and had named his omni-tool as a Stalker.
He then had gone to Hermione level research spree and was proud to say, he now knew at least a little bit about every race he had found at Omega. But he had also found that Omega was a cesspool of thief's, assassins, murderers, rapist and other scum of the society. He didn't want to tangle himself being a Hero again, so he turned his gaze to the normal people at Omega and found a worthy coal. Help these people that had no way out off Omega or had no other place left than Omega and see if he could give them at least a little bit of hope. He knew his heart was too soft, but years and years of conditioning to be hero wasn't easy to ignore. And he really wanted to help.
It took time that the people started to trust him. He had been very clear to these people; he wouldn't do anything if it in way, shape or form needed fighting. He could find out information, hidey-holes, could deliver things around in Omega but would never, ever go fighting. He had had enough of it for a lifetime. People had looked at him with disgust, mistrust and called him a coward but when he has asked why they didn't fight themselves, all he had gotten was silence, turned away gazes and shameful expressions. He had just raised his eye brow then and asked if anyone needed some help.
It had started at small things. Helping at cleaning, repairing things and stuff like that. After a few months, people had started to see that he was true to his word and started to ask his to teach them to do things he did, or they came to him for information both to buy it and sell it to him. He had had his share of runs with the grime syndicates at Omega, but they left him alone as he always refused to fight no matter what unless he was attacked first. But he never killed. Being information broker was lucrative, but he never moved out from his little home at the slums. The walls at his home were now filled with pictures that children draw to him. This went on for many, many years. Until 1985 CE to be exact.
After Life, 1985
It was five years sense she had taken over and became Omega's new Leader. She was cruel and vicious but also very logical and curious person. She would help if it pleased her and could order someone to be killed just because she could. Over the past 85 years she had heard rumors about information broker and helper here on Omega. And she was curious to see that person for real.
The rumors were very interesting. A human male, dressing in a flowing dress with a long midnight black hair and greenest eyes that anyone had ever seen. She had of course seen males dressing as a female but never quite owning it in the same manner than this information broker did. The male never told anyone his name so, people had started to call him Helper. If you wanted help with cleaning or you were sick, go to Helper and he will help you. You needed information about soothing or someone, Helper will either sell the information to you or gives you a name that has the information if he doesn't have it.
She had used his information a few times in the past but with always middleman between them. But today she had finally reached out and asked if they could meet at face to face. Helper had promised to come at the After Life after some errant he had.
She felt the moment Helper walked in After Life. The smell of ozone and the quietness were more telling than not. He was dressed in white and light blue floor length silk and chiffon dress that seems to move at it own, independently. He looked so young and innocent. She felt... something. She frowned. She didn't understand the feeling. But in time she would.
Harry was sure that if he dropped a needle it would be heard. He walked gracefully up the stairs and patiently waited for Aria's bodyguards to finish their scans. He didn't carry any other tools or weapons than his omni-tool, but you could never be too careful.
All it took an innocent eye contact and he was pulled into her mind and her to his. Flashes of their life went on and on and he could feel how he started to forget things and tried to fight against it, but she was so much older and so much stronger than he was that it was no use. Before he passed out from the pain he felt strong arms around him and saw panicked eyes looking franticly at him. Then it all went black.