"Harry Potter? That's an odd name."
Ruefully, the man sitting across from her winced. "Unfortunately. People would stare and be stupid idiots whenever I was within a hundred mile radius of them, and oftentimes even outside that."
Curious, Hermione cocked her head. "Do tell. So, what's your story?"
Harry sighed. "It began when I was not even alive yet. A Dark Lord named Voldemort was gathering followers. Death Eaters, they were called. Evil, vicious. The Light, those who supported Dumbledore, who is like a leader, fought against them. This is where I came in.
"I was about a year and a half old when my home was attacked. My parents, Lily and James Potter, fought, but he killed them. And he tried to kill me. But, he failed. Normally a failed murder would be chalked up to lack of ability, but this is not the case. Voldemort should have killed me. He used the Killing Curse, a spell that is punished with life in Azkaban, our prison, and always causes death. But, as you can tell, it didn't work on me.
"So of course people decided that this was worth fame. I disagree. When Voldemort eventually returned, I was expected to take him down. But, throughout my life, I had no friends, no-one that truly helped me distinguish between right and wrong. So, I never did see why. As a result, I left the Wizarding World. And I regret it.
"I found you by using one last feat of magic. A powerful but simple charm to track down magic. That brought me here, to you. One person I can tell my tale, because everyone I knew had been murdered," Harry finished.
A flicker of anger seared Hermione at his words. "How many?"
Confused, Harry tilted his head. "I...don't understand."
Angry, Hermione reached over the table and grabbed his wrist, twisting it painfully. "How many died because of your faults?"
Regret washed across Harry's face. "...Thousands," he told her quietly.
At least he hadn't tried to hide it.
"I commend your honesty," Hermione told him. "But you have committed an unforgivable crime. So, when my father gets home, he will decide what your fate shall be."
Harry nodded glumly, but Hermione had no sympathy for him. She had had a hard day, and Father was expected home soon. She believed his story was true. Hermione just didn't think the end was really past for Harry.
Oh, his crime was unforgivable. But she could see clearly that he had come to her seeking a chance at redemption. She would give him that chance.
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Loki walked through the door and stopped dead at what he saw.
Hermione was sitting at the table, watching a subdued young man maybe a bit younger than her, with black hair and green eyes.
"Excuse me, but you're in the home I share with my daughter, and I don't appreciate intruders. Explain yourself," he said coming up behind the young man. Time to put his foot down.
The young man cowered under his aura, but answered. "My name is Harry Potter. I, um, made a mistake several years ago and am now trying to find a way to correct it. I found Hermione via a magic tracking charm and I was hoping to find some form of redemption, or at least a way to do something."
Loki glared at the boy. No lies had been told. Still, he had trespassed.
"Get out."
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A/N: Yes, I am sorry to announce that they are dead. Dumbledore, Minerva, Severus, Ginny, Luna, Ron, Neville, all of them. I have done this on purpose, and please don't hate me. I intend to set up a character arc for Harry, with possible redemption, or maybe even a way to really correct his mistake. Although, I may have him make the ultimate sacrifice for the sake of thousands of people. Hmm...I'll leave a poll to see what you guys think. I would appreciate the input, as I'm rather stuck.
Also, I have several fanfiction ideas that have been floating around in my head for a little bit. If you guys want, I shall publish a fanfiction that explains the ideas, and you can PM me about adopting one if you like. But I will NOT pursue any of these. Most will be RWBY, some Harry Potter, so far no Avengers. I will put the same message in Ruby Witch and Black Widows.
'Til next time,
HedwigFan101