"The Wand of Elder, The Stone of Resurrection and The Cloak of Invisibility, when combined, choose The Master of Death" Death explained, walking towards Harry in the Limbo between Life and Death, "They have chosen you, Harry Potter, for you have done the impossible."
Harry asked, "So what happens now?"
Death looked at him for a long time before telling, "The Master of Death never dies, but Life never lives forever. Everything comes to an end, may it be Life or Death. Those who live die. Those who died are reborn.
"As my Master, you have conquered Life and Death, unwillingly and unknowingly, Harry Potter. You will live forever but you have to die as well. Therefore, you are given a choice.
"You may live on as you have, back to your normal life, as the Hero of the Magical World, being the next Merlin. After you die, you will live like Harry Potter forever. Living the same life again and again."
Harry gulped and asked nervously, "What about the second choice?"
Death smiled and said, "You live as a different person every lifetime. A fork in the universe is created that differs the reality between your path and the path already carved. You will live as different people in different lifetimes but you will die every time."
Harry answered, "The answer is obvious, I choose to . . ."
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31 July 1959
Harry opened his emerald eyes (does resurrection change the eye colour? Harry wondered) and saw blurred shapes in front of him. He tried to look around and made out white surroundings.
Apparently knowing hospitals is a speciality when you are Harry bloody Potter.
Harry felt warm in the hands of his new mother. At least he will remember her, if not Lily Potter. 'A mother's love' Harry thought dryly.
Harry made out sounds, "Ah! Not crying, is he?"
Harry realised that maybe he should have cried to blend in but threw that thought out of the window, he is never normal and now is more abnormal than ever.
A soft and tired voice asked, "He is healthy though, is he not?"
The healer was alarmed as she took Harry in her arms and checked him, she replied to his mother, "No, he is fine, Madam, should I?"
Of course, she is trying to make him cry.
Harry had thought to become a doctor when he was younger, after the abuse he did not want, he had tried to make sure not all kids have the same problem as him, so he studied medicine a lot. He knew because of that that when babies are delivered, they are exposed to cold air and a new environment so that usually makes them cry right away. This cry expands the baby's lungs and removes amniotic fluid and mucus. If that does not happen, then the baby has breathing problems.
Should he cry?
Nope, he is NOT a baby!
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He opened his eyes fully and blinked again.
"He is so cute!" It was a male voice.
The healer was not able to make him cry, Harry had been shamelessly smug about that incident, and had given up, she had sighed and cast a basic diagnostic charm that Madam Pomphrey used, and had, to her own surprise, said that he is healthy.
Harry was very smug.
His mother, who looked to be in her late forties, was very pretty. She had an aristocratic shape to her face though it was hardened through experience. She had titian hair and hazel eyes, her skin was smooth as it touched him. She looked very regal but had an air of kindness and hope surrounding her.
She smiled tenderly at him. Harry felt really nice as he saw the raw love in her eyes and began tearing up. He had a mother!
"My dear, can I hold him as well?" The rough male voice asked.
He had a father too now!
Harry was very good at hiding emotions though, and in a second, tears had dried up from his eyes. He wanted to see his father too.
His father was about a decade older than his mother. He had greying black hair that was short, touching his ear. They were messy as well. He had warm black eyes, just like Hagrid and his face was of a weathered warrior.
He was not Alastor Moody's brother, was he?
The man grinned, which reminded Harry of James Potter a bit, and he took in Harry as if he was a miracle, his eyes squinting behind his elliptical glasses which had a narrow golden frame. His face was rough, manly, opposite of his mother almost, it would have been if not for the warrior look on them.
His mother smiled at his father as he stared at him, and asked him back. When his father asked, she smirked and said, "Skin to skin contact."
His father pouted and whined, "But Euphemia!", though he handed Harry back.
His mother cooed at him as he snorted in amusement at his parents, and said to his father, eyes still on him, "Fleamont, what are we going to name him?"
Fleamont, his father, smiled proudly and said, "I had planned a bunch of names for him, James Charlus was the second choice by far but then I thought to name him after family, see. I am naming him Hardwin Olek Potter. Hardwin after my ancestor and Olek meaning 'Defender of Men'."
Euphemia Potter, his mother, smiled at him as he looked at her widened eyes. He did not even know any other Potters except his parents. Hell, he does not even know his grandparents' names!
His mother said softly, "Hardwin Olek Potter, Heir Apparent of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and Minor House of Fleamont. Born on 31st of July, 1959."
Holy cow, he is his father's older brother.
Harry cried.
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1 April 1960
Uncle Charlus looked up as his parents entered. Fleamont and Euphemia Potter were arriving with baby James Charlus from the St. Mungo's Hospital. They had left Harry with Charlus and Dorea Potter, his uncle and aunt, on the morning of 27th March.
Uncle Charlus took him with himself to his elder brother, Fleamont, Aunt Dorea walking behind softly.
Harry first saw the tufts of darkest brown hair ever poking out from his mother's arms. Next, he saw an impossibly small baby poking his face out, hazel eyes wide with curiosity and mischief.
Merlin, James Potter was already a prankster.
Fleamont told his brother and sister-in-law proudly, "Meet James Charlus Potter, Secondary Heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter and Minor House of Fleamont."
Uncle Charlus gasped and said softly, still holding Harry, "You named him after me?" Aunt Dorea put a happy hand on her taller husband's shoulder. She was always proud of her husband like that because he grew up in his older brother's shadow.
Being a Secondary Heir is just a legal name to being ignored against your older sibling until he dies.
Potters were still a part of the Sacred Twenty Eight when Fleamont and Charlus Potter were born. Fleamont was the elder one while Charlus was the shadow.
Charlus looked to be a politician with his wavy shoulder-length black hair, fair skin and his light blue eyes, while Fleamont looked to be a warrior, as the Potters usually were, with his short black hair, sunkissed skin and narrow black eyes, with a scar running through his left eye.
Henry Potter, being a Pureblood in the early 1900s favoured his first child more and his wife dying did not help either. While Fleamont was spoiled a bit and trained hard, Charlus was left to his books, being a lot more like his mother.
Also, Fleamont fighting with Euphemia during the War against Grindelwald, in which Henry die, boosted the elder brother's popularity with Charlus only trying to rein in the political madhouse.
In 1949, after 'The Cleanup' with Minister Leonard Spencer-Moon (Euphemia's uncle), as it had been jokingly called by Euphemia, Charlus was pushed to the side as Fleamont entered the political arena, with the younger brother immediately leaving his job in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
In 1950, Minister Wilhelmina Tuft had even gotten Fleamont and Euphemia an 'Order of Merlin: Second Class' with Dumbledore entering the political arena to get his own shiny trophy.
After things had settled down some years after in 1952, Charlus had entered the politics again as Fleamont's proxy, and as a move for unification, married Dorea Black, sister of the Arcturus Black, Daredevil of the Arena.
It had almost destroyed the Black Politics until Arcturus gained his own wife, Melania Macmillan, proposing that this is to end pointless feuds.
That had been the first of Charlus' popularity.
Muggleborns were then more accepted in the Wizarding World.
And so it happened, Charlus and Arcturus pushed for neutrality against all, though the latter was wary, and gained some press coverage.
Dorea and Euphemia, being third cousins, kept all the financial statements since their husbands were . . . . inadequate in such manners.
Fleamont was researching Potions after developing a slightly weaker immune system due to a wayward curse that forced him to retire from Hogwarts as the Defense Professor in 1953, giving Professor Augustus Fawley the job.
Fleamont has just started earning his first money after seven years through Sleekeazy's Hair Potion, and it was a great boon.
Harry was fascinated to just learn all this by the mutterings of his family, and nobody had ever mentioned it to him in the '90s!
So, Charlus enjoyed being appreciated for his accomplishments when his own father hadn't, and his brother had not known how to.
Fleamont proudly claimed, "Hardwin would have been James if not for the fact that Euphemia liked that name better."
Shut up, father.
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1 November 1960
It was his first Halloween after turning one.
He was fifteen months again.
And he had gained the bloody scar again.
Mother had screamed in fright as she saw Father dropping Harry by mistake on the ground when the whole family was roaming the garden behind the Potter Manor near Cambridge.
Harry was dropped on his head as a child.
He got the bloody scar.
With the actual bloody part.
Harry had gotten a dream that night from Death. Death had smugly Harry that he was Marked so he will have this forever, in all his resurrections.
Harry had been utterly frustrated.
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30 August 1963
Meeting a Muggleborn Minister was a very weird experience. Norbert 'Nobby' Leach was the Head of the Department of International Sports and Games. He was the Captain of the English Quidditch Team. He was that crazy drunk grandfather that you never have.
Nobby was Fleamont's friend from Hogwarts.
His father had been elated when his old friend, Nobby, came with Hagrid in tow. Apparently, Hagrid, in his early thirties for the time, was the person that suggested Nobby run for the Minister position.
Nobby asked in his deep voice to Harry, the four-year-old, "What are you thinking of becoming when you grow up, Harry?"
Thank Merlin that Harry stuck as a nickname for Hardwin. He most certainly never wanted to be called such a name when there is a perfect alternate for him. He was always a casual fellow. Uncle Charlus and Aunt Dorea were sad to learn that.
Harry said, "Good."
Nobby asked, confused, "I am sorry, what?"
Everyone listened to Harry as he sat in his chair, "I want to be many things but I am still young. I have a whole life to be what I want, but there is one thing that everyone should be. Good. I want to be a good man when I grow up."
Everyone fell silent, even James who was squealing at his new dragon figurine.
His father shouted, "Aha! My son silenced everyone again!"
Nobby looked at his old friend and whined, "He is supposed to be four, Monty! He is supposed to be dreaming of being an Auror! But no, he is too smart!"
Fleamont told his friend, "He will be the best wizard ever!"
AN: If I am not biologically correct with my words, it is because I am not educated in humans, I do not know anything about them except the fact that they reproduce.
And yes, Fleamont is a Pureblood name. If you remember, Henry Potter's mother, who is a Pureblood, is in fact a Fleamont.