Chapter 1:
"Harry, come on. It's half past three in the morning, it's time to go back home." Came the voice of his best friend Hermione.
Currently, Harry Potter was sat in a muggle Irish pub, drinking away his sorrows. It had been a couple of weeks since Ginny had told him that she was leaving him for another man. That was it, no explanation. Since then, Harry had spent the majority of his days drinking until he was forced to go home by Hermione.
"I'm ok Herm…" Came his slurred reply. Hermione could only sigh in disappointment and sadness. It pained her to see him like this. She, like the rest of her in-laws, could see Harry was more committed to his and Ginny's relationship than the latter. However, they knew the response they would've gotten, which would've been denial, and hadn't bothered.
"Alright, let's get you out of here." She hooked his arm over her shoulder before dragging his drunk body out of the pub and to a safe area before apparating to Potter Manor, laying him on his bed, putting a hangover potion on his nightstand and leaving to go home herself.
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Harry groaned as he woke up, however, it wasn't cause of a killer hangover like he was used to, instead it was the brightness of his surroundings.
"Ah Mr. Potter, glad to see you're up and about." Came a deep voice. Harry looked over to see a tall man with pale skin covered in a black suit with eyes and hair that seem to be made of the very darkest shade of black imaginable.
"Who are you and where am I?" Harry asked wearily, standing up.
"All will be explained, but first sit, enjoy a beverage that isn't alcoholic." The man snapped his fingers and a small, polished oak table with matching chairs appeared along with a pot of tea.
Harry, still suspicious, sat down in the chair and accepted the cup of tea.
"Now, as to who I am. I may be called as many different things, but I am mostly called Death and I have a proposition for you. As I'm sure you're bright young friend may suspect, you're drinking will soon cause to contract alcohol poisoning causing you to die. However, myself, as well as the fates, have a better purpose for you. Keep in mind though, you do not have to accept this offer and can waste away your final days."
Harry rolled his eyes at the obvious mocking tone in the man's voice, but gave a nod to affirm his understanding.
"There is another universe that is in dire need of your help. In this world, your entire family is still alive, however your Uncle Remus is dead as he was the one babysitting you and thus sacrificing himself on that night. That saying, your father basked in the fame, wanting to make you some type of glorified figure while your mother wanted to become slightly more normal. Such differences led to a divorce once the arguments were just too much with your mother being left with nothing, even her son was given to James. Now into that world's Harry's fifth year, Voldemort has arisen like yours, but they are severely underprepared. Though it wouldn't matter much if Voldemort took over one world, we are particularly found of this one. So what do you say? Do you want to help?" Death finished.
Harry didn't know what to say. On one hand, he was perfectly fine with drinking his days away as he didn't have much energy to move on, but for anyone who knew this Boy Who Lived, they knew there was only one decision. After all, Hermione had indeed said he had a hero complex.
"I'll do it." Harry said. His answer was greeted by a smile.
"Great, now, you, as well as the rest of the family, didn't know this, but you are the heir to the Peverell family fortune."
"Peverell? Who are they? I've never heard of them." Harry said.
"I'm not surprised, they're an extremely old family who eventually had a daughter, and their name was lost as the generations went on. They are however, one of the richest family's in the world, never mind England, one of the members who helped build England as well. So you will not have to worry about money and places to live. I also suggest you visit Hogwarts to enquire about a job to help prepare others. Oh, and before I forget, you should probably make friends with Miss Evans to have a greater chance of success. If you have anything else you're wondering about just wonder it in your head and I'll answer, and I'll be sure to pop in every now and then just to see how you're doing." That caused Harry to raise an eyebrow, however before he could question it, his vision went black.
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When Harry woke up, he saw he was in yet another familiar setting, and assumed it was Peverell Manor. Looking at his nightstand, he saw a piece of paper with some writing.
Good morning Mr. Potter,
It is currently August 20th of your 5th year. As it is so late I suggest you head to Hogwarts and ask Professor Dumbledore about a job, a dueling teacher might I suggest. When you get there, you can also meet Miss Evans who is the charms professor after Professor Flitwick took an early retirement. You should also probably visit Gringotts since you should know all your assets. You also have a whole host of house elves at your disposal, the head's name is Pipsy.
Death
'God damn', Harry thought, 'is he trying to be my mother?' He got up and opened up his wardrobe, seeing it barren. 'Looks like the only clothes I got are these.' He looked down and saw him dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. Luckily though, they didn't smell like the Irish pub.
Seeing as it was only 8 in the morning, he decided to get some decent clothes first before heading to Hogwarts.
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Harry looked around at Diagon Alley and was pleasantly surprised that it was exactly the same as his, kids running around, rushing to prepare for the school year, parents irritated at the aforementioned actions, and people just having fun.
He had almost forgotten this sight and feeling after being in a pub for so long. Harry stopped looking and quickly headed to Gringotts which, thankfully, wasn't busy.
"Hi, I'm here to talk to the manager of the Peverell vault." Harry stated to the goblin. The goblin in response looked up and narrowed his eyes at him in skepticism.
"Key please." Came his gruff reply. Harry felt something magically appear in his pocket. Taking it out, Harry handed it to the teller.
After inspecting the object, the goblin motioned him to follow to the goblin Harry was looking for. Harry walked through a pair of large oak doors and saw a goblin sat behind an ornate desk with neat clusters of paper around. "Master Griphook is the goblin controlling the Peverell vault."
Harry gave his thanks and the goblin nodded in acknowledgment as he closed the door on his way out. "Mr. Potter, a pleasure to see you." The goblin said, still looking at a piece of paper he was working on.
"I'm sorry, I'm not Mr. Potter, my name is Harry…" Before he was finished the goblin stopped him.
"Mr. Potter, we as goblins know everything there is that is of importance to any wizard. As such, we know you aren't from this universe, and are an aged version of this universe's Harry Potter. However, announcing yourself as such would no doubt cause widespread panic and skepticism so you are passing as a Peverell." To say Harry was shocked would be an understatement.
"How did you know that?" Came Harry's voice, laced with disbelief.
"As I said Mr. Potter, we goblins know everything, you wizards just fail to realize our true powers. Now, I understand you would like to look at the Peverell's assets, just create a slit on the palm of your hand with the knife and allow some drops of your blood to drop into the bowl. Upon doing this, your wound will heal so not to worry."
Harry nodded and followed his instructions exactly, watching as his blood disappeared followed by a piece of parchment paper forming.
When he looked at the contents, he sat there stunned for quite a few moments. Let's just say, Harry would be set for over 100 lives with his assets and goods.
"Yes, that is quite the sum isn't it?" Griphook said, with what Harry assumed to be a smile.
Harry nodded. "Right well um, I just needed to get some money." Harry said after recovering.
"Yes, well, Gringotts has discovered a new way of using money, I'll just need you to sign and hand over 1,000 galleons and we'll hand over something akin to a muggle credit card." The goblin explained.
"1,000 galleons!?" Harry shouted in disbelief.
"I'm sorry Mr. Peverell, but us goblins must make money somehow." He said, adding in another toothy grin. Harry wanted to be mad, but he knew it was hard on the goblins and any time they could abuse their human clients, they would take it. Besides, it's not like it made that big a dent on his money, actually, it probably didn't even make any dent. He would probably make that back in a couple weeks with interest alone.
"Very well, give me the piece of paper and pen please." The goblin nodded and handed them over.
"I'm glad you have chosen this, all you have to do to check the amount of money in your vault is tap on the card with your wand. Also, this card works in both the muggle and magical world so when paying, just give your card to the cashier or whoever and they will take care of it. And trust me, you will never be overcharged or stolen from. Aside from that, would you like to visit your vault?" The goblin asked.
Harry checked his watch and saw it to half past 9 to his disbelief. "Um, no, thank you though Griphook. If that's all I'll be heading on my way then." Harry made to leave but stopped at the sound of Griphook's voice.
"Actually, you might want to wear this Mr. Potter, and do not worry your secret is safe with me and the rest of the goblin nation." Harry nodded and grabbed the ring from the goblin, placing it on his finger before leaving.
The rest of Harry's business in Diagon Alley was considerably faster and easier. He took a quick trip to Madam Malkins, buying an abundance of robes for different occasions. He then took a small trip to lunch before heading into the muggle world to buy more casual clothing as well as some other clothes and accessories.
After doing all this, Harry went into a safe back alley. "Pipsy!" Harry called, and immediately, a pink house elf appeared.
"Master Peverell sir, what may I do for you?" She asked in the high squeaky voice known to her kind.
"Please take all my bags home please." Pipsy nodded before grabbing his bags and disappearing, quickly followed by Harry.
Harry, noticing it being around 3, decided he should probably ask Dumbledore about that job soon. He grabbed a hand full of Floo powder before throwing it on the ground and saying "Professor Dumbledore's office".
He was quickly allowed entrance in and stepped through the green flames. "Hello, I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before Mr. …"
"Peverell, Harry Peverell Professor Dumbledore." Harry said, shaking his hand. It pained Harry a little to see his old professor, but he forced a smile to appear on his face. "It's good to meet you Professor Dumbledore. I'm here to apply for a job."
"I'm sorry my boy, I'm afraid we haven't met before." Dumbledore said, looking back at him with those sparkly eyes of his.
"Um yes, sorry professor, my name is Harry Peverell…"
"Peverell?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, we're an old family, it's ok if you haven't heard."
"Oh quite the opposite my boy, I'm very familiar with them, I had just thought they had died out. You'll excuse my skepticism for the reason that nobody has seen them in years, but could you show me some proof?"
"Of course professor." Harry brought up his hand and showed the Peverell ring."
"Well this is quite surprising, they were one of the first families after all. It's amazing that the family, you, have come back now."
"Oh well yeah, unfortunately I'm the only Peverell, my parents died when I was a baby. I grew up in the states with some other family members. However, as to why I'm here, I was enquiring about a teaching position here at Hogwarts, preferably a dueling teacher?" Harry asked.
"Unfortunately Mr. Potter, I'm afraid our teaching staff is full." Dumbledore said.
"Yes professor, your mains courses are, but you don't have a dueling professor." At seeing the professor's look of uncertainty, Harry persisted. "Look professor, Voldemort is on the rise. I have read the papers about what you and Mr. Harry Potter have claimed and some of these children are surely severely underprepared for the threat that he presents. I'm a qualified dueler professor, just give me a chance." Harry begged.
If Dumbledore had been astonished at Harry's use of the Dark Lord's name he didn't show it.
"Very well Mr. Peverell, I will allow you to, but you must first defeat one of my teachers already on the staff. If you can defeat her, you may have the job." Dumbledore said.
"Very well, I guess that's fair, I show how well I can duel, and if I can do it well, I'm fairly good. So who am I fighting?" Harry asked.
"Lily Evans, she's an accomplished charms professor as well as an accomplished duo. Paired with her fiery temper, she's a menace." Harry was slightly shocked, but kept his emotions in check.
"Very well, when will we have this duel?"
"Are you free right now?" Harry nodded. "Then I can't see why we can't do it now. I'll send for Ms. Evans and you two can get prepared. Just follow my patronus and it will lead you to the Great Hall where we will duel." Harry nodded and followed the familiar pathway.
Soon Harry found himself leaning against the platform formed by Dumbledore, waiting for this universe's version of his mother. Finally, after a couple of minutes said woman walked through the door, and Harry had to hold in a gasp.
His mother was breathtakingly beautiful. Her red hair was free flowing and framed her face perfectly, especially her bright green eyes and plump red lips. She wore a tank top that showed a teasing amount of cleavage. Her tummy was toned and revealed her perfect alabaster skin. Her lower body was encased in a pair of leggings that stuck to her legs like a second skin, having to crease every time Lily moved to accommodate around her ass.
'Stop Harry, that's your mother.' One part of him said.
'No it's not Harry, you're mother is in a totally different universe and is dead. This woman is a beautiful, young, sexy human being who got out of a fruitless relationship and might want to rediscover her passionate side.' The other said.
Harry's head hurt over this situation which was the very definition of a moral dilemma. "Hi, you must be Mr. Peverell, I'm Lily Evans." She said, holding out her hand.
"Please Ms. Evans, I insist you call me Harry." Harry replied, kissing her knuckles.
Said action cause Lily to blush lightly, after all, Harry was a handsome man, and those eyes. They looked oddly like hers, but those eyes were so captivating that she brushed it off.
"Well then I insist you call me Lily." Harry nodded.
It seemed like they were staring at each other for an eternity before Albus cleared his throat, breaking the silence and cause the two to move apart, a blush apparent on both their faces.
"Well, shall we begin?" They both nodded and took their places on each end of the platform.
"This will be a clean fight, nothing lethal and the battle will be finished once the opponent has been disarmed and yields. Understand?" They both nodded. "Very well, then let the duel… BEGIN!"
Lily immediately sent a flurry of jinxes, disarming and stunning spells, sticking true to her nature and being heavily aggressive.
However, Harry was on his toes and was able to deflect all of them with ease.
His elegancy and fluidity surprised Lily, after all, there were very few who were so quick and powerful. Even Dumbledore admitted that he was a little off guard by Lily's attack. However, she didn't have much time to think about it as Harry went on his own attack.
By 10 minutes, no ground was made and both were sweating quite a bit. Seeing the stalemate and that no one would get out of it until the very end, Lily decided to take a more close range approach. Her top was completely soaked through with her nipples visible which had been the focus of Harry's attention at one point or another, much to Lily's satisfaction, and planned to use her feminine attributes to beat him.
As such she slid down and managed to get within one foot of him, effectively stunning Harry at the close proximity, especially at the view of her clothed breasts.
'Oh god, all I want to do is just take her right here right now.' Harry thought. Her scent was intoxicating, and it didn't help that she looked like a fucking seductress.
Lily used the chance to push Harry down onto the ground and straddle him, causing his wand to roll away. "Do you yield?" Lily asked, her wand tip at his neck.
However, she gasped upon feeling something thick prod at her abdomen. Harry quickly seized the opportunity to flip her on her back, summoning his wand while banishing hers.
"Nope, but do you?" Harry asked. Lily begrudgingly yielded, a blush adorning her face that made her look absolutely irresistible to Harry.
"Well Harry, I guess you will join our staff, I hope it will be a prosperous year for you." With that he left leaving Harry and Lily alone.
"So, this was quite a first meeting wasn't it." Harry said awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.
"Yeah I guess it was." Lily said just as awkwardly. It had been a while since she had felt this way about someone. It was the first time since James that she felt the hunger, the fire in her body for a man, but for Harry, it was ten fold compared to James. However, she didn't want to do anything because it wasn't like he was one of her long term friends, no he was a complete stranger.
Of course, there had been some men who approached her to get into a relationship, but she had always said no, feeling something just not click with them. One such man was Severus. Luckily, she didn't have to see him all the time at Hogwarts, only at meetings and meals with the odd passing in the hall here and there. However, there was just something about Harry that made her feel some sort of connection.
"So I guess I better go." Lily wished he didn't, she wished he would stay and they could get to know each other better, but there would be time for that during the year.
"Um, yeah I guess so. I'll see you when you at the beginning of the year?" Harry nodded and went for a hug, which was awkwardly accepted baby the redhead before leaving.
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As Harry arrived at Peverell Manor, he quickly went into the shower, a very, very cold shower. 'Oh god am I just fucked with this.' Harry thought