Harry drifted through the darkness for what seemed like eons, watching and learning and practicing as the lives of so many wizards were shown, all those who had the greatest impact upon history as he knew it, dancing throughout the pitch-black, bringing light in their brightest moments and fading into nothing in the darkest moments. During these times he was thankful for all that Death had given him, planning and preparing for the moment he could change the world.
Until finally he (because he was no longer merely Harry anymore, he was Antioch, Salazar, Phineas, Cygnus, Arcturas, Abraxas, and so many others) felt the tug, the pull of his soul being gently coerced into a body. And so, in the moment of clarity, he felt as his eyes opened for the first time in what seemed to be hundreds of years, he laughed within his mind.
The insane glee within his eyes manifesting as though a separate entity residing within the iris, sending foreboding shivers down the back of the midwife as she handed the cursed devil child to his mother before quickly racing out, apparating out the moment she could, Dumbledore had to know of the newest Black heir. In the years to come, she would look back at this moment, forever wondering why she had not done something-anything, for those Avada Kedavra eyes would be the end of all she, and so many others knew.
"Oh darling, look at him." the voice he had once known oh so often within his 'first' life, roused his mind to his surroundings.
Quickly closing his eyes at the piercing light his sensitive eyes had been exposed to, he frowned, though slowly reopened them when made aware of the candlelight dimming from behind his eyelids. He was treated with the sight of a familiar face, though softened with the relief and joy of childbirth (one he had been gifted with when looking upon his own wife after the birth of his three children, and wouldn't that be a weird thought to many), he was gazing into the eyes of Walburga Black.
"Already his first bout of accidental magic." she breathed out, in awe. Hearing a dark chuckle from beside him, he slightly tilted his head, looking for the source. "He is quite powerful, is he not?" Orion Black, Lord Black of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, grinned proudly, the aged frown lines smoothing out at the sight of his firstborn son, the one who would carry on the Black's line of power.
"What do you wish to name him, love?" Orion asked his wife, momentarily surprising her, as it was typically the male who named the heir. Smiling slightly she looked back down to the small life gazing up at her from within her arms, "Aeternum Imperium Black. For he shall be the one to carry on our legacy, those eyes screaming of power as he makes thousands bow before him." her voice revealing the infamous Black insanity as she spoke, Orion started laughing madly at the conviction he could feel behind those words, fore he believed the same of the newborn with eyes the color of death and first incident of accidental magic only moments after his birth. And so as Aeternum drifted off to sleep, the laughter of his 'parents' ringing out through the room, he smirked at the words of his 'mother', 'They don't know just how right they are.'.
Watching from the corner of the healer room, unseen and unsensed by all, a figure shrouded with the demise of others, smiled. "Oh, Aeternum Imperium indeed, my Master.", the ethereal beings of Olympus shivered, peering around their surroundings, paranoid by the not-so-familiar feeling of one joining their ranks, and certainly not one of light.
Sorry if I get any of the translations wrong, as I don't know Latin I am using google translate. Please let me know if I get anything wrong, and let me know the proper spelling.
Aeternum- Eternal
Imperium- Power
