Author's Note: I finally had an idea to write a story about Harry finding his Draco for the second time and put some details into it to prevent it from feeling like a recap and tried to show that she is different and yet partly the same as Draco and Damian. I hope you'll like it. I also put in a bit of his life with Daria and their children. I hope you like it. And Zaidee Lighthart I am considering to write a story where Harry tells the other Phoenixes what he found out about them being siblings and to at least help Godric get his lover back but I'm not sure how to write it yet but just like this one, it might eventually pop up here. With Gordic and Salazar was also a wish of Andreacuadra so you two might get that in one chapter. I think it would fit well together but I'm not really sure how I'll do that so I'm not really sure it will be that way instead of different chapters.
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Daria
Seven-year-old Daria wakes up screaming again. Her mother rushes in shushing "Daria darling, it's okay it's only a bad dream tell mommy about it my sweet."
"That boy again," Daria says with tears in her eyes. "I was a boy again and dragged another behind. Mommy he was locked up a lot by his Aunt and scared to have to go back if some Sev got mad because I dragged him off and I was mean and then we were at a strange old toy shop and he said Sev was gone. What if he's locked up again because of me?"
"Well my sweet, are you a boy?" her mother asks calmly petting her hair.
"No," Daria replies sniffling.
"Well then this clearly was nothing but a bad dream," her mother promises. "I don't know why you keep dreaming that but I promise you, everything is all right. There is no little boy in danger or locked up and even if that were the case, it would only be the fault of that mean Aunt."
She holds her daughter a little longer until she is asleep again.
The next day Daria sits on her swing in the garden and thinks about that dream. She longs to find that boy but she has never seen him or a place like the one she was in. And her mother had a point, she wasn't a boy. Sometimes her mother mocked that she acted like one but that wasn't that often. She does wonder though, was it a former life? Or just a strange dream with no meaning? It doesn't feel meaningless. On the contrary, it feels like nothing is more important than this little boy but what can she do for him? She's only seven years old and doesn't even know where he lives.
Thinking of that boy though makes her think of another, slightly similar boy two years younger than her. He moved in with his Aunt down the street from her when his parents had died and Margery was known to loathe children. No one from her class dared to get close to that house because she would find a reason to scream at them.
Daria knows she can't help her green-eyed boy, but maybe she can help this one. She isn't usually brave but somehow, she knows that her dream boy would want her to help him. And she is sure that he'd be brave if he'd know about that other boy.
She gets up from the swing and asks her mother if she can go to the playground by the small lake in the village.
After the usual warning to not go into or even near the water she goes towards the lake and walks right past the street that would lead her there and sneaks by the bushes of that mean Margery's house.
Taking out her mobile phone and opening the camera app to be ready she waits and watches.
It's nearly time to go home for dinner when she sees Margery act strange. Her nephew had been nowhere so far. Margery moves the couch she's been on and rolls up the small carpet that was beneath. Under it is a trap door. Margery opens it and pulls her nephew out. Daria nearly screams at the sight of him and is glad she started to record those strange actions. The poor boy has sullied himself, unable to go to the bathroom and now he gets slapped for some reason and send away.
Daria wants to go inside and rescue him but knows that she isn't strong enough. She carefully sneaks out of the bushes and runs home to her mother crying.
"Mommy, mommy, she's locking him up!" she cries seeing her mother set the dinner table. Her father is there too.
"Did you fall asleep darling?" her mother sighs.
"No not my dream. Margery. I saw it and I got a video look!" she plays the video for her parents and her father takes the phone from her saying, "I'll bring this to the police station."
"No," his wife says. "I'll call them that's faster than for you to drive up to the next village and them back here afterwards." She turns to Daria saying. "You've been very brave; I promise we will help him now so don't you worry, okay?"
A few months later:
Daria is very happy. It's her eighth birthday and she got the best present ever. A little brother.
The six-year-old Mark, who had moved in with that mean woman Margery down the street had moved in with them. It was a few months since Daria had spied on the mean hag.
Her brother and sister in law, the parents of that boy, had died in an accident. Margery had been worse than deplorable to her nephew and the Video Daria had made, for which she is convinced to have risked her life, proved to only be the tip of the iceberg.
After that video though, the police had gone there with a social worker and they took Mark into foster care that same day and Margery to prison soon after. Because Daria's dreams had continued and she kept getting worried about the boy in her dream, her parents had filed for adoption. It had taken a bit but on Daria's eighth birthday Mark is moving in with them and Daria is very happy about it. She is sure it won't stop her dreams because they aren't connected but at least she can help take care of Mark if she can't help her boy from the dreams. And she can try to help others in the future by becoming a social worker herself. She is convinced that the boy from her dreams will be very proud of her if she does and that makes her very happy.
A little over six years later:
Daria is getting her make-up ready to go to the cinema when Mark knocks asking, "Are you coming to my game tomorrow?"
"Of course, kiddo!" Daria cheers. She still loves her brother deeply and would do anything for him. "Want to play with me a bit to practice?"
"Aren't you going out?" Mark asks.
"Just movies with the girls. Johanna's mother is driving us to the cinema in the city. But I can skip out if you need the practice." Daria shrugs. The girls are some of her teammates on her own, girls soccer team and understand if she has to help another player practise.
"I'm good I think," Mark says. "I'm sure I won't embarrass you so have fun at the movies."
"Will do," Daria replies hugging the boy. She still has the nightmares her mother insists started because of Mark and when Daria mentioned it two years ago when Daria was twelve, her mother wanted her to see a psychiatrist specialised for children. By now Daria pretends not to have them and is glad she didn't scream when she woke up for years. Only one of her best friends knows the truth.
She takes out her favourite necklace. It's a plain silver chain with a handmade pendant. A green snake she crafted out of something similar to clay and coloured it later. She also has a small feather of a black bird pressed into it. Her mother never knew of the second dream she occasionally has since she last mentioned the first one. Daria had been about to tell her but changed her mind when her mother mentioned a psychiatrist.
Daria still doubts that it started because of Mark and ever since the second one started about two years ago, she is even more convinced. She still feels the unquenchable urge to find and protect that boy despite the fact that she knows that it's only a dream. She looks into the mirror wondering what her other friends would think if they knew about those dreams. The one that does always looks at Daria like she is crazy but never said it.
Daria sighs. She wishes there was a way to find that boy but other than looking through countless social media websites there is nothing she can do but wait and pray that he'll find her. She does do her level best to get noticed and even started a video blog about stile just to get noticed by him but so far, nothing. But maybe someday they'll find each other.
Another three years later:
Daria pouts. She is 17 and the only single in her clique. It isn't because she couldn't get a guy. It's more like the second she looks into their eyes she just can't be with them. The eyes of that sad boy seem to flash before her eyes and she shots the guys down finding some excuse why she can't go on a date until they take a hint and give it up.
She sighs on her way home and takes a shortcut through a remote street that her mother doesn't want her to use unless she is with some friends, because there are no houses and no one could hear her if anything happens. She does stop by an old tree stump and sits down to rest a bit, her feet hurt from walking in those high-heels.
She takes off her handmade necklace and looks at it. No one understands why she still always wears the old thing. Some even make fun of her a bit sometimes. Still, she has the feeling she has to wear it. Like she has to show that boy from her dream that she remembers him. "I wonder if I'll ever see him for real," Daria mumbles to herself sadly. She had left the party early when some guy had been particularly bad at taking a hint.
"What is a pretty thing like you doing alone in the dark." A slightly drunk male voice asks and she looks up to see two drunk guys. Both much older and must come from a different party than her friend's 18th birthday party.
Daria shivers and suddenly wishes she had not taken the short cut or at least not sat around here and rushed through. It's past eleven at night and dark around her with no one else around. "Maybe she wants to play." The second drunk slurs.
Daria shakes her head, "Leave me alone!" She tries to keep her voice steady and brave.
"Look at that, the little kitten is feisty." The first one chuckles.
A strange sound comes from the tree behind her and a black bird with blue markings flies out of the tree to hover before her. His talons look very sharp and he looks ready to attack the two drunks. Another screech from the bird and the drunk men run off clearly scared of the rather big bird. Daria knows she should be afraid too despite the fact that the bird probably saved her just now. It could turn around and attack her any second. For some reason though she feels perfectly safe.
The bird really does turn around and its green eyes that don't really match the feathers or markings make her gasp. It's the exact same green as the boy's eyes. She looks at the bird surprised while the bird flies back into the tree. Daria looks after it and sees that the bird's eyes are looking right at her. It is strange, she has never seen a bird like it and takes out her phone to take a picture of it and search online for it to find out what kind it is.
A little over a year later, her 19th birthday:
"Happy birthday." Mark cheers standing next to Daria's bed. "Rise and shine birthday girl."
Daria smiles "Will you ever stop waking me at" she looks at her watch, "Five? Seriously? You usually wake me around six in the morning on my birthday but this is getting ridiculous."
"But I want to be the first to congratulate you." Mark grins. "And who knows how much longer I can do this. You're 19 now and will be done with your training as a social worker eventually. And even you are bound to find a guy at some point."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Daria asks angered.
"That you are 19, still single while your two years younger brother has his second girlfriend." Mark grins "You're going to die as an old virgin if you keep it up! Some of my friends even think you're lesbian or something and just to chicken to admit it. I don't think that's the case though. You might be a chicken but you aren't that much of a chicken. Especially since one of your friends is a lesbian and open about it and no one gives a crap."
"Well, I'm not into girls or a chicken and not interested in dying just yet so who cares if I focus on my work first," Daria grumbles. She does want a boyfriend but still just can't make herself except anyone. She looks out of her window. It's still dark but she is still sure that this strange black bird is out there somewhere. Though when at home his eyes aren't usually on Daria and more with its back to her. But she had seen that bird often in the last year and a half. "Your friends just can't deal with an independent woman." She adds pompously. "And now go back to sleep, I've got work in a few hours and you should be fit for school."
"I am fit already." Mark grins. "And anyway, I've still got some homework to do."
Daria just shakes her head after her fleeing brother, he'll never change. After considering it for some time she decides to get out of bed, take the outfit she had picked out for today and get ready to shower.
An hour later she is in her room and trying different hairstyles, unsure which one to choose. She also takes some time picking out her lip gloss before she opens her window and looks out at the rising Sun. "Morning, strange bird." She said finding him in a tree not too far. "I still haven't figured out what kind you are but I promise I will."
Little does she know that the bird is just waiting for her to turn 20 because when changing to Harry he should look about 21 and doesn't want the age differences to be too noticeable. He also wants her to have a chance at a normal life first.
The bird is always close to her though. Always watching her to ensure she stays safe. And Daria doesn't seem to mind though she does notice it ever since he had to actively protect her.
"I wish you could talk." Daria mumbles "It's like you are keeping your race a secret and I hate secrets."
The bird turns its elegant neck to look at her and somehow, he looks amused. Like he wants to say "Of course you do." He does only look at her for a moment but Daria can't help but wonder if the bird understands her.
"You are the strangest bird ever, that much I know." She sighs "But I'm glad you're there. I do feel safer with you around."
After that, she gets her bag ready and leaves for work which takes about an hour by car, the joy of living in the middle of nowhere.
Many of her male co-workers look after her and Daria is glad to know that she could have a different lover for every day of the month if she was so inclined. She is pretty and stylish, more so than most. It's just that even if she thought a guy attractive, one look into his eyes and those green eyes of her dream boy flash before her and she feels like cheating on him. Which is really silly. She doesn't know his name and even if that dream was inspired by a boy she passed once, which if she did, she doesn't remember, he certainly won't think twice about dating others because they clearly don't know each other!
Exactly 355 days later:
Daria is very happy. This year Mark won't wake her up at five in the morning. She moved into her own apartment in a small city close to her work and is glad to have her own space and no one to pester her about coming home late, as her parents do, or about coming home alone, like her brother who is at girlfriend number three does. Though Mark seems to be more serious about his latest conquest than the first two. They are a very nice couple and Daria likes her too.
She slowly falls asleep and dreams about that boy as usual. She isn't surprised to dream about him or to wake up from the dream. Neither is she surprised to desperately wish to hold that boy and to protect him. He is, after all, the real reason she wanted to be a social worker as her best friend knows. But most think it's because of Mark and his past. Daria turns around in her bed. It's still dark. She looks around her by now familiar room and freezes.
She sits up and there on her mirror is the necklace. Not her own handmade one, but the real deal. And next to it in her own lipstick is written "Happy birthday, ps. I'll tell you all my secrets later today if you recognise me!"
She stands up and takes the necklace. Putting it over her head she looks at it. She thinks of the boy in her dreams and whispers, "Please find me." Hoping against all logic that he will hear her. She lies back down and for once doesn't dream of the necklace. Maybe because she finally has the real one.
About an hour later her phone rings and she picks it up sleepily asking "Who dares to call me this early?"
"Happy birthday Daria." Mark's cheerful voice says and she groans pitifully "What you didn't think you'd escaped me by moving out did you? I still want to be the first."
Daria grins and remembers the writing saying "Sorry, you are second. Someone already gave me a very nice note and a gift."
"What? How? Wait, does that mean, you finely got a boyfriend?" Mark asks shocked.
Daria grins happily that her kid brother took it that way. Maybe he'll back off with his attempts to hook her up with his friends. Like she'd need her kid brother's help to get a guy. She looks towards her mirror and nearly gasps. The original note is gone and instead there is "I've found you years ago. I just didn't think you were ready."
That's kind of creepy she thinks but still smiles. He is with her. Her green-eyed boy who is probably her age by now too. And she will see him today. "I even got a date." She says. And once more thinks about him wanting him to hear her as he must have done before to reply to her thought.
"You are kidding me. Who is he, what is he like, how old is he, tell me everything! I have to know if that guy is worthy to be with my big sister." Mark goes on.
"See ya, Mark." Daria mischievously replies and ends the call before she puts it into the silent mode to make sure he won't bother her. She once more touches her pendant saying "Meet me at the park close to my workplace after I'm off duty."
She grins one more time at the phone that already shows one missed call before looking back to the writing and gasps "With or without extra time to doll up? And I'll invite you to dinner, Mark is welcome to show up and question me but I rather not tell him all my secrets. You are the only one who may know."
Daria stares and feels her heartbeat quicken.
"Okay," she mumbles. "It's official, I'm crazy!"
She just goes back to bed and tries to not look at the mirror again.
The next morning the writing is gone and if she didn't have that necklace, she'd be sure that it was a dream.
Mark has sent her about a hundred messages but Daria just writes "I'll talk to you about him tomorrow, I've got work now."
She just can't wait and already changes the previously picked outfit for today to one that with a different hairstyle is fine for work and a not too fancy dinner with a guy afterwards.
After work, she walks slowly through the park and looks at every guy she sees until she sees a young man. His green eyes look right at her. He smiles but still seems nervous and insecure. She walks up to him and says, "How did you do that with those messages?"
The man just smiles mischievously "Magic."
"Now honestly?" She says.
"How about I'll tell you a magical story that I swear will explain everything." He offers. Daria looks around for her bird friend that makes her feel safe. "The shadow Phoenix is closer than you think."
"What's a shadow Phoenix?" Daria asks.
"A magical creature. It's a black bird with a long neck and blue flame like markings. They can flash with blue flames and such go from one place to another." The man explains "They are also somewhat immortal and are constantly reborn from the ashes after they burned when dying."
She looks at him surprised before she asks "Can they change into humans?"
The man smiles "That is a very well kept secret of the Phoenix race so most would say no, but in truth, they can change. But not into just any humans, they are always very powerful wizards or witches and always look the same as they did when they were born to human parents. They basically are magical animagus but no one of them have ever seen a Phoenix that wasn't able to change."
"What is the difference between a shadow Phoenix and others?" Daria asks certain now that this man was the bird. What he had described as flashing was too much like what he did in her first dream of him.
"They are essentially the same." The man says "But sometimes they get a bit depressed and that can change their colouring from red and gold to black and blue. It is than called shadow Phoenix by those that don't know that it can change back."
"Why are you depressed?" Daria asks.
"I'm round about 300 years old, give or take a few, I lost count somewhere along the way. In my first live my parents died when I was just a baby. A dark wizard attacked us because he wanted to kill me." The man replies and starts to tell his whole life story. He mostly skips over some parts like details of his magical school or what he did after his husband Draco had died. But he explained how he could feel a person's soul and recognise them when they are reborn. How he had found his previously magical husband again though he was a muggle in that life. How they lived together though Damion looked a lot different than Draco had. He had loved Damion all the same, differences included. He explains how he only cares about the soul of a person and not the exterior so to speak.
Daria just grins afterwards asking "So you might not stay gay?"
"Gender is part of your physical body." The man that according to his story is named Harry replies. "It's your soul that I'll always love. And even if you changed to the point of not loving me, I'll still watch over you and protect you."
"I've waited for you all my live so you better not even think about changing into a fried chicken and just stalk me again, got it?" Daria orders.
Harry just laughs. "You are feistier than you were as Damion, I missed that a bit."
Daria blushes and just because she doesn't know what else to say she raises saying "You promised me dinner so let's get too it before it gets too late."
On their way to the restaurant she asks. "Where do you live?"
"I fly around a lot but currently mostly in your garden I'd say." He grins.
"That's too creepy." She says "You can have my guest bedroom for now."
"Thanks," Harry replies.
"And I want your phone number." She orders.
Harry takes a small fried plastic device out that might have been a phone, about 100 years ago and clearly had been through a lot. "It used to survive flashing but I guess broke when I burned a few years after Damion died."
"You think?" Daria asks "Don't you have a proper phone?"
"What for? Who would I call anyway? My first husband died ages ago, my last lover is dead for about 100 years and the children I had with Draco are all long dead too. Hell, their children are dead and theirs mostly as well. The next generation might still be around and I check up on them by flashing there but never once talked to them. They don't know their ancestor is not only alive but currently young enough to be their kid." Harry defends himself.
"And what about the other Phoenixes? Don't you ever call them?" Daria asks.
Harry grins and tries not to laugh. "The first Phoenix is a cavewoman. I'm the youngest with my nearly 300 years and even I'm getting overwhelmed with the way your technology developed. And most magical people don't use technologies because magic can make it go haywire especially if there are too many of us around. On top, if that do we have a certain thrill while in our Phoenix form. It is silent to everyone else but we hear it loud and clear no matter where we are even if it's the other side of the world and we can flash to each other in like a second."
Daria looks thoughtful. "If flashing is that easy, could we go for an afternoon swim to let's say, Mallorca?"
"Damion preferred the great barrier reef but sure Mallorca is fine too." Harry shrugs. "We could go to a beach hut there for dinner, I think I still have some muggle currency somewhere, wait, does Mallorca have pounds? And while we are at it, could I pay with that here because if not I need to quickly go to Gringotts and get some of my gold exchanged."
"I'll pay today." Daria sighs.
"No way, it's your birthday." Harry says taking her hand while creating notice me not's around them and flash right into his vault where he grabs a hand full of gold coins flashes to the lobby saying "I need half of this in whatever muggles use in Germany and the other half," he looks at Daria "Mallorca was it, right?"
"Right." She mumbles a bit overwhelmed.
"Of course, mister Potter-Malfoy." The goblin replies. They are proud to be the only ones to know that the powerful wizard is not only still alive but occasionally living as a human.
"So," Harry asks "Mallorca or a restaurant at home? And will Mark be around to grill me for information or did you make him wait."
"I'll grill you first." Daria grins. "But at home, for now, we can go to Mallorca another time. Though the great barrier reef sounds great too."
Harry smiles and flashes them right outside her favourite restaurant. "You are kind of creepy mister stalker." She grins and enters.
"Daria." Mark's voice is heard, "Such a surprise to see you here!"
"Yeah right." Daria frowns "I should have gone to Mallorca."
"It's against law but I could make him forget he saw us and we still go there," Harry whispers into her ear.
"Nothing illegal mister super wizard," Daria mumbles with a blush. "Might as well get it over with."
They walk over to Mark and his girlfriend Christina. "Who is your friend Daria?" Mark asks.
"This is my boyfriend Harry, Harry I think you can guess who this annoying guy is." She just says.
"A pleasure to meet you, Mark." Harry says politely before turning to Mark's girlfriend "And you must be Christina, it's good to finally meet you. Daria has told me so much about you."
"Funny she never mentioned you," Mark replies.
"That is not entirely true." Harry grins triumphantly "I'm sure she mentioned that I've beaten you this morning. This year I was first and I didn't need to wake her up."
"That is a lovely necklace." Christina says to stop the guys from fighting "It looks a lot like your handmade one."
"Harry got it for me," Daria replies. "He has made it himself."
"Nothing special." Harry blushes "Just a simple cut Emerald with a black feather in it."
"Are you a jeweller," Christina asks.
"Not really." Harry says "I travelled a lot and dabbled in different things. I mostly work as a free-lance historian. Pretty boring really."
"How about you two join us, we haven't ordered yet." Mark offers.
Harry just looks questioningly at Daria who sighs "I won't get rid of my annoying little brother anyway will I?"
"I heard that siblings are supposed to be annoying but sadly I never had any." Harry pauses "Well I do now have friends that are like siblings I guess but they travel a lot too so we only see each other every couple of years." He holds out a chair for Daria and behaves like the perfect gentleman all evening. By the time they leave, he even asks her to escort her home.
And another time skip:
A few years passed since Harry came into her life and Daria couldn't be happier to have him. Their fourth child is in a playpen while her oldest three are in the garden. Harry is officially working in the local university as a history professor having easily done his degree. After the birth of their first child, it had been a bit complicated because he didn't have any papers but just claimed that he travelled a lot and lost his memory at some point when he was about 18. He had only travelled in Europe and mostly on foot or tramping so it never mattered. He also still knows all his school stuff and the name Harry but that's it. He had to do some tests that he easily did to not only get a new passport but also his school certificate and university papers after passing all the tests about history he needed for a degree in that subject. He saw most of the history over the last roundabout 300 years himself and heard a lot of the rest from his Phoenix friends in their lessons which made it seem like he experienced that too.
Daria smiles at the letter she finds in the post that morning. Addressed to her oldest daughter Lily. She calls her inside and lets her read it. "I thought Germany doesn't have a magic school. That's why you were thinking to send me to France or England or have dad teach me the magical stuff."
"Maybe it's new. Your father did mention that new ones occasionally start for a few years only to disappear again." Daria replies "But remember that dad is officially a muggle like me."
Harry is back an hour before the teachers that announced their arrival for that evening in that letter show up and Daria wordlessly hands him the letter saying "Germany has a magic school I guess."
After reading the letter, that avoids the word magic and instead claims to be for children that have shown a certain gift and that the teacher that will arrive later that day will explain more, Harry agrees that she seems to be right. It can't be much older than 25 years though considering that he hadn't seen or heard of it during his travels before he found Daria in the north of Germany.
The teacher that arrives isn't alone and Daria opens the door for them and leads them in. She just showed them into the living room and tells Harry the names they had given her at the door when she sees Harry's jaw drop. Their other three kids are having a sleepover at Daria's brother's place. Mark loves to have them over and play with them and his own two kids and Daria thought it best to have them out for a bit of peace for this discussion with the teachers.
"Everything okay?" Daria asks Harry seeing his surprised reaction.
"Fine," Harry mumbles sounding shocked. "Give me a moment." He stands and walks towards the kitchen. He is barely gone when the teacher who introduced himself as Professor Malfoy frowns after him clearly upset. Daria still wonders where she had heard that name before.
The woman, a Professor Schneider, just asks, "Is something the matter? We could come back another time?"
"Oh no, I'm sure he just needs a moment and will be back any second. Can I offer you a drink?" Daria asks.
"No thank you." The man drawls clearly upset and the female teacher seems surprised at his reaction as well.
A little later Harry just walks back in like nothing happened. The female teacher is about to explain why they are there when the male one glowers towards Harry "Why does no one know that you're a wizard?"
Harry chuckles saying "Because I'm not."
"Don't you dare play games with me I'm a descendant of the great Harry Potter. The boy who lived who is rumoured to have been more powerful than Merlin himself and I did inherit his power which means I can feel that you are not only a wizard you even have a similar power level than myself!" the other bellows.
"He's?" Daria says and looks surprised at Harry that apparently his descendant is in front of them and really is older than Harry, or rather looks older.
"Yes, he is." Harry says before changing into a Phoenix flying a circle around the room and changing back to sit next to his wife "I'm not a wizard I'm a Phoenix. Not many know that we can change back so please do keep this to yourself but I didn't lie!"
"A Phoenix?" the grumpy man frowns "Your name was?"
"Harry Meyer," Harry replies having taken Daria's name in lack of one due to the pretended amnesia.
"You know, my ancestor Harry Potter was in touch with some Phoenixes, you wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?" the man asks in a voice that warns Harry to better not lie.
Harry smiles with a slightly melancholy look in his eyes. "I was called Harry James Potter when I was born about 300 years ago. And now behave in front of your elders. I thought I taught my children better and assumed they would teach theirs similarly and so on."
The man looks surprised but then says "This is a trick?"
"It isn't, and just so you know, those rumours about my own power barely scratch the surface and you might be stronger than most, but nothing compared to me," Harry replies and lets his magic flow out a bit more. Just enough to make a point but not enough to become visible. The man gasps. "Now, I believe you two wanted to talk about a school for your great, great aunt or something." Harry looks at Daria "Or what would Lily be to my Great, great, great grandson?" he turns back to his descendent "Or did I get the number of great wrong, it's so easy to lose track when you get over the 200th in age already and I must be around 300 now."
Daria just slaps his shoulder. "Don't mess with your descendant's head mister super wizard. It isn't nice."
"But it's fun," Harry replies with a mischievous grin.
"Behave." Daria replies rolling her eyes before turning to Professor Schneider "You said something about a school you started with your husband?"
"Yes, we had planned it for years which is why he insisted on keeping our names to have different once for the students to use." She pouts a bit "And I believe you can guess that it is a magical school. We started ten years ago and so far, it is growing every year and we hoped you'd send your daughter there as well."
"She always wanted to go to a magical school so I see no reason not to." Daria replies "Apart from the fact that we'll miss her."
"I could flash there and watch her occasionally." Harry muses.
"No stalking mister super wizard, I told you it's creepy," Daria grumbles while Harry just smiles lovingly at her. Only after they are gone Harry mentioned to her that Professor Malfoy is not only his descendent but that he is also the reborn soul of Severus Snape and married to the reborn soul of that dark wizard that had killed Harry's parents.
Obviously a lot of years later:
Nearly 80 years past since Harry had found Daria again and she is in a hospital. He had saved her many times, curing her cancer with his magic ten years ago. Giving her body additional strength whenever her heart was about to give but last week Daria had asked him to stop. Lily was 75 years old already. All their children are old, the youngest is 64 years old and close to retirement, if he wishes to quit his position as headmaster of Phoenix academy the by now well known and popular school for witchcraft and wizardry in Germany. Daria, was tired of living and though she knew that it was hard for Harry to let her soul go again, she knew it would happen at some point and she rather dies before Harry dies and is reborn young and sexy with an old Hag as his wife.
"Bring me home." She orders weakly and with one silent flash they are in the small cottage Harry had built for her on the field at the side of her old village where she first saw him as a bird, protecting her from two drunks. "Thank you. I wonder what the nurse will make of my disappearance?"
"Don't care," Harry mumbles sadly.
"Now, now Harry." Daria smiles "Don't pout, my love. It doesn't suit you at all."
Harry forces himself to smile but Daria had noticed the blue flames that brought her here. More blue than red. He was changing again and she can probably not even begin to understand how hard this must be. Harry loved her so much. For the last 80 years, he had lived only for her. Sure, he had worked, occasionally spoiled their children and joked around with Mark who had been told about magic when he insisted to be told about Lily's new school. But still, the way Harry would look at her ever so often had made it clear that she was his life. Her soul was all that truly mattered to him. The children, Mark and all that, he just cared about it because of her. The work was to have a normal life for her. To ensure his money wouldn't run out at some point in his immortal life and he could support his beloved soul in future lives too. Everything was currently for her and would still be in her next life. He sometimes compared her to Draco or Damion. Her own previous lives but always favourably, always caring. And to lose her soul in his life now for the third time and knowing that it won't be the last time but not knowing when and where Harry will find his beloved soul again must hurt so very much. Still, she can't do anything to ease his pain. She can only end the wait for her death. For years Harry had gotten increasingly afraid of this day.
The door to the bedroom opens and Sirius, their youngest walks in. "The nurse called Lily. The others want to come too and won't be far behind.
It took less than ten minutes for all four of their children to surround Daria with Harry still holding her hand.
"Harry, let them see you sometimes," Daria says after talking only to the kids and slowly moving her thumb over Harry's hand that holds her. "Let them know you're okay. They all know your secret. Let them see that their dad got happy again."
"If you don't make me wait too long, I will," Harry replies with a forced smile and tears in his eyes.
"No matter what," Daria says and takes a heavy breath. "I'll always love you."
Her eyes drop close and after one more shuddering breath her heart stops. Harry nearly uses his magic to force it to beat again to force air into her lungs but stops himself. It was her wish and it was how she had wanted it. At home surrounded by her family. A tear runs down his face and he just lies down next to her holding her close while her soul slowly gets weaker. Dwindles to nothingness in a slow steady process that Harry knows will take a day or two until he can no longer feel it. Not until it's reborn somewhere. Tears continue to silently run down his face while Lily sits next to him and her three brothers leave to prepare the funeral. They take turns sitting with their father until one day before the funeral his body burns in a flash of blue flames and a Phoenix chick looks up. The chick stays with the body on the bed and flies above the coffin during the funeral. The by then mostly grown Phoenix thrills a sad song that has everyone in tears and flashes away to once again search for its beloved soul.
Twenty-five years pass from that day:
Occasionally the four children have seen a shadow Phoenix watch them like the creepy stalker their mother had accused him to be. They always would say "Don't worry, we are fine." And he was gone.
Today three of them see him for a little longer. Their father in the form of a shadow Phoenix flies over the coffin of Remus, the second oldest of their group of siblings and once again he thrills that sad song before he is gone again.
A lot of years later:
Two more times has Sirius heard that grave melody of his father. At the funeral of Lily and the one of Lucius. His father had been around every so often but had been gone for much longer now. It's been nearly three years since he last saw him though usually, he would stop by about once or twice a year, at least to one of them.
Sirius sighs. The last time there had been no blue on his father's Phoenix body. He worried about him. According to the stories it usually took about 40 to 50 years to find his soul again. But it's been over 100 years since his mother's death. His own children had died and the only reason Sirius was still alive was the fact he used his magic the way his father had prolonged his mother's life as much as she would allow, but he was running out. He needed to use his magic faster than it recovered. It takes longer to regenerate the older he gets. He just wants to see his father's golden Phoenix body one last time. Just to know he was happy again.
A knock on the front door interrupts his musing and he hears his grandson's steps to the door to open it.
"Hello." A stranger says. "I think your grandfather Sirius wishes to see my Phoenix friend here."
"Grandpa is old, he needs rest." His grandson Harry replies.
"Don't presume to know what I want," Sirius calls out. "If there is a Phoenix let them in?" he coughs. Shouting is getting too exhausting.
A bright light shows up and he feels the healing magic of his father flow through him. He looks at the beautiful Phoenix and smiles. His grandson rushes in asking. "Are you okay grandpa?"
"I am now." He sighs happily before he looks at the Phoenix asking "Will you sing at my funeral too?"
"I thought it was a shadow Phoenix that sang at great grandma's and your siblings' funerals." The grandson wonders. "And anyway, you are 170 and outlived your own children, you'll be dancing on my grave grandpa."
Sirius smiles but shakes his head saying, "No my child, this was the last time I was magically healed. My youngest grandson is retired. I think I've had enough."
The younger looks confused and even more so when his grandfather says to the Phoenix "Your great great grandson Professor Malfoy was once told of your secret, mind letting my grandson in on it so I can see my father one more time. As a human I mean?"
"Are you getting confused your father disappeared after your mother's death and must be dead too." The grandson says and then gasps when the Phoenix changes into the man he had seen on the only photo Sirius had been able to hide from his father. Every other had disappeared so no one would recognise him once those that saw him personally had died.
"I'm here my boy, though you do look old." The man grins mischievously.
The other that brought the Phoenix and is still hidden under the hood of a cloak slaps his shoulder saying, "Hey mister super wizard, you should set a better example and behave."
Sirius laughs out loudly before he asks. "Did you tell him that mother used to say that?"
"Nope. Didn't have too. I told you there are differences but they aren't that big." Harry happily replies.
"I don't think I've ever seen you this relaxed though." Sirius muses. "Even when mother was young, you looked terrified of the slightest signs of ageing or fatigue. Even in between those it sometimes seemed like you feared her death already."
"Dragon is a high elf." Harry happily says. "They are immortal. He doesn't age. Took me ages to find him though because they live in another dimension and he only travelled through this one to find me when he was over 80."
"Ah, that explains why you were all black when I last saw you." Sirius grins. "I'm happy for you. You won't have to lose your love again."
"I'll still lose you." He sighs sadly holding his hand.
"Don't worry father. I had a long and happy life. A really long and happy life. I'm looking forward to a good long rest." Sirius nods. After that, he looks at the high elf who removes the hood from his face. "Take good care of him, he tends to get depressed a lot."
"Don't patronise me, I'm your father not the other way around." Harry pouts.
"Don't pout Harry. It doesn't suit you." Dragon complains and Harry's lips twitch while Sirius laughs.
"I guess I really don't have to worry about you, though I guess you are gay again?" Sirius teases.
Harry shrugs. "I'm neither. I just love the soul no matter the package it comes in."
Author's Note: I hope you liked it so far and if you have anything else you'd like to have written about their future, feel free to leave me a review and mention it! I'm not making any promises but I might get inspired by it!