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Just a little plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone. This is my first Harry Potter Fanfic that I have uploaded. I hope it isn't too bad. Ignore a few mistakes here and there. Enjoy!
"Harry Potter is dead."
Laughter rang among the Death Eaters. Why wouldn't it? It was a moment of celebration for them. Their Master's arch-nemesis had died. The one prophesied to kill Lord Voldemort was dead. Or was he?
Harry's prone form lay in Hagrid's arms waiting for the right moment to strike. He was thankful that Narcissa Malfoy did not reveal to Voldermot that he was alive, then again, his mother gave her life for him so why wouldn't someone else's mother would be willing to do so for their son? Truly, Mother's Love was the strongest thing a person could have.
"Harry Potter.. is dead." Voldemort said again, amidst the laughter of his followers. And the laughter of Death Eaters increased.
The hopes of the members of Order of Phoenix and 'Dumbledore's Army' got crushed even more. The survivors of the previous battle lost nearly all their hope. Their saviour was dead. The one capable of killing Lord Voldemort was dead.
And 'He'… 'He' watched from sitting atop of a pillar silently. Contemplating the weather. It looked too gloomy to him and he hated gloomy things. And what 'He' hated didn't exist for too long.
'He' vaguely heard someone shouting 'Harry', barely saw Draco Malfoy join his Mother and vaguely heard the inspirational speech Neville gave. He was busy thinking about what he should do with the weather and pondering about his next move.
The Elder Wand twirled between his fingers, thrumming with power. The Deathstick came to a sudden halt and so did his thoughts. A flick from the wand and the weather changed to sunny and cheerful.
"Fascinating weather." His voice calm and collected, full of power cut through whatever Neville was saying. He didn't need to listen to what Neville was saying, he had already done so once.
Immediately every head snapped to the figure sitting on top of a pillar that should not have been there. However, that was not the most shocking thing. The most shocking thing was the person looked exactly like Harry Potter but much older and sophisticated. Even sitting on top of a pillar he oozed calmness and gracefulness.
The same wand as Voldermot was twirling between his fingers which sent a cold shiver running down Voldermot's spine.
"You know, you can stop acting like you are dead, right?" The Harry-look-alike spoke again and jumped from the top of the pillar. His landing was nothing short of graceful. The person looked directly at Harry and the seemingly dead Harry somehow lived again and jumped from Hagrid's arm and cast a suspicious look at his look-alike. The Hogwarts contingent would have drowned the field in cheers if they did not have two Harry's in front of them.
"Who are you?" Harry cautiously asked the person who looked a much older version of him.
The Older looking Harry started walking towards Voldemort and Harry. The pillar provided him with a good vantage point to see everything, standing between both sides but far away from them.
"Who Am I?" The Elder Wand twirled again in 'his' hand. He paused his walking to contemplate the question asked by Harry.
"That's…" The Deathstick came to a halt again. 'He' did a sweeping motion with his wand and the Hogwarts started fixing itself. Everyone watched in awe and a little fear at the display of power. The Elder Wand started twirling in his hands again.
"... A fascinating question." Finished 'He'.
"Who am I?" He mused loudly. Asking the question to himself this time.
"Maybe…" The Elder Wand stopped again and 'He' gave another casual flick with it. Suddenly all of those who died in the Battle of Hogwarts appeared out of nowhere, Fred Weasely, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, all those who had died. All of them appeared to be in perfect health and were looking around in confusion. Finally, Remus Lupin spoke, his voice barely above a whisper but in the silence that followed their arrival, everyone heard it. "Harry… is that you?"
"Remus."
Harry watched dumbfounded and so did everyone else. With a casual flick, his look-alike had brought everyone who died back to life. He was about to ask his look-alike but 'He' spoke again.
"... A God?" 'He' spoke. Again awe and fear were the prominent facial features of every one. Many wanted to speak up, but again 'His' voice cut through their questions before they could.
"Or Maybe…" A twirl of Elder Wand and the Elder Wand in Voldermot's possession flew from him and joined the Deathstick on 'His' hand. A stone came flying from the forbidden forest and merged with the same one on his middle finger of his left hand.
"NOOOOO!" Voldemort screamed but 'He' ignored him completely. Voldemort was not someone significant enough to bother his thought process. Ignoring Voldermot he spoke again.
"... Death?" 'He' asked himself. A cold shiver ran down everyone's spine when 'He' spoke the word Death and released his cold aura.
"Or Maybe…" Another twirl and another flick. It was becoming like a game now. He would twirl the Elder Wand between his fingers and with a flick would do the impossible. This time Four people appeared out of nowhere. And this time, Harry did not require any proof. This time, he just knew the people standing in front of him were his parents and Sirius and they were real.
"Mum." Harry rasped. The rest of the people were too shocked into silence to say anything, whether they were Death Eaters or the Hogwarts contingent.
"Harry…" Lily Potter croaked out, too overwhelmed to say anything else. She was soon enveloped in a hug by Harry, doing a good imitation of Hermione's hug. James Potter and Sirius Black smiled at the scene of mother and son hugging the life out of each other.
A few people were confused by the fourth person who appeared but their questions were soon answered when the man was enveloped in a hug by Tonks with a shout of "Dad!".
The family reunion was stopped by 'Him' speaking again.
"... I'm Fate's Bitch." Another twirl, another flick and this time Bellatrix Lestrange was writhing in agony on the ground. Some people watched in horror while some watched in satisfaction as Bellatrix suffered but only 'He' knew really what he was doing to her. He was freeing her from all those sufferings and deeds her so-called husband, master and aunt did to her. Again, their attention was brought back to 'Him' when Voldermot shouted and sent a Killing Curse at 'Him'.
A few people screamed but the Killing Curse hit 'Him' and he still stood there as nothing happened. 'He' continued and ignored Voldermot like he was a pest and did not deserve his attention.
"Or Maybe… I'm Fate's enemy." Another twirl and flick and Frank and Alice Longbottom appeared out of thin air in perfect health. Like Harry, Neville just knew they were his parents, the same he had been visiting at St. Mungos for nearly two decades.
"Harry." It was the voice of Lily Potter that was able to do the impossible and cut through what 'He' was going to say.
'He' gave her a curious and amused look.
"You are Harry." She said with full conviction. Even though she had been dead a few moments ago, even though her son was standing beside her and even though she knew the man standing in front of him was the one who brought her back to life, she still knew he too was Harry.
"Harry James…" 'He said slowly like he was testing those words.
He stopped his back and forth pacing and looked at the shining sun with a small smile.
"I haven't been called that in.." He frowned. Trying to remember the last time he had been called that. "... 800 years."
He finished. There were a lot of gasps echoed among the crowd at his declaration of him being older than 800 years.
But his age did not affect Lily. She stepped forward and shook her head. She closed the gap between herself and him and placed a hand on his heart.
"Does not matter. You are still Harry James Potter."
Voldemort's patience broke and he lunged towards him.
"Enough! Just die yo-"
'He' did not like Voldermot screaming and he hated the fact that he was disturbing a moment where 'he' may have found out just who he was.
And what 'he' hated, didn't exist for too long.
With just a flick of his wand, Voldemort was gone from the world never to be heard from again.
Everyone stood there gaping at him at how casually he finished Voldermot except Lily and Bellatrix. One hadn't taken off her eyes from him and the other was writhing in pain on the ground.
"How do you know?" He questioned Lily and there was a strange undertone in his voice.
Lily smiled and replied, not breaking the eye contact for even a second. "I just do."
"Really?"
Lily understood now. The undertone in 'his' voice was hope. Even though he could do the impossible, bring the dead back from life and challenge Fate, he still wanted to know who he was, he still wanted a family.
Her beaming smile would have been enough to light a moonless night and if you asked Harry James, he would wholeheartedly agree.
"Yes. You are family. Mine, James's, Sirius's and... Harry's."
"It does not matter that I have killed thousands?"
"No." Lily said with full conviction. Never faltering.
"It doesn't matter I started countless Wars?"
"No."
"Does not matter that things I don't like don't stay in existence for too long?"
"No. But we can work on that."
"Does not matter I am hundreds of year older than all of you combined?"
"No."
Lily's answers were resolute. Her smile never faltered. She never broke eye contact. Never removed her hand from his heart.
And despite himself, the newly named/renamed "Harry James" found himself smiling along with Lily Potter and his new/old family.
And that's how after 800 years, Harry James Potter, Master of Death, Chosen One and Ascended One finally found out who he was again and cried after hundreds of years for the first time.
Although the last time he cried was in mourning and this time, the tears were of joy.
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I hope I did not bore you too much. I may add a few snippets in the future but nothing is fixed. If you wish to use the idea yourself, feel free to do so. Just tell me you are doing it so I can enjoy it too.