It was Harri's and Nike's tenth birthday. Though Harri refused to leave his room that day. He said he wasn't feeling well, that he was having migraines. Everyone was worried about the young prince, so much so that even the Duke's wife left bed to see her son.
Iraha, Harri's mother, knocked on her son's bedroom door. "Harri dear, are you alright?"
There was no response. She opened the door and saw her son clutching his head in pain. The concerned mother rushed to her child and tried to comfort him. She hummed and rocked her child for what felt forever. Finally Harri relaxed as the pain faded away. Though he was panting like he never breathed before. Harri's mother continued with her humming and rocking.
When both Harri and Iraha were calm and able to focus was when Iraha asked, "Harri what's wrong? Are your headless this bad? You should have said we would have gotten a doctor!"
Harri shook his head. "It wouldn't have helped. It's just that…. I'm seeing visions when the headaches happen."
Iraha lowered her eyebrows in confusion. "Visions? What do you see?"
"The life of someone else. Someone named, Harry Potter. Though in the visions it doesn't feel like it's someone else, it feels like its… me. That I am that person, that I am Harry Potter." Tears started to fall from Harri's vibrant green eyes.
Iraha looked at her son as she thought. There was only one idea she could come up with. "My sweet boy, I believe you are relieve a past life. A life your should has lived through, but know lives within you. The same soul, but different people, experiences, and thoughts." She bushed her son's blond hair away from her face. "It's called reincarnation."
"But mama, it's a different world also! Harry lived in a world with wizards and witches1 They did magic and could be almost everything! There's this stone that made someone live longer by drinking it, and turn metals into gold! There's also potions that regrow bones, though it tastes awful! —" Before Harri could continue his Mother interrupted.
"Harri, do you think there is one world, or multiple? There are possible dimensions called parallel universe. I think that each world be based on the decisions we make, or how things happen. For example, your father and I may not have gotten married, but did in this universe. Though in another we may have not, therefore not having our beautiful children. So both world be would be different. I think this world it just different with people and how their abilities work to our own, okay?"
Harri seemed to be in deep thought. It made sense to the ten year old. Different possibilities create different universes, though the souls would have to be placed in separate places. If there were twenty Harry Potter Souls and they all needed a place for reincarnation then why not in separate dimensions. Especially when that his past life was a trouble maker for the universe. In the end, Harri nodded in agreement with his mother.
An elevan year old Harri was meditating while his twin sister was training by the waterfall. Grandmother was yelling at Nike about how she was being reckless. Harri rolled his eyes and focused on organizing his mind. The memory of Harry Potter and Professor Snape's lessons had not been the most helpful, but it was the only thing Harri thought may help to control his abilities. He learned the control he needed, though he still had a few elemental accidents every once in awhile.
Harri also had to focus on the past memories of Harry Potter. He knew more of cruelty then most his family due to these memories. He learned that Dumbledore was a manipulatortives bastard, and Tome Riddle was a victim of society. He hadn't been forced to not think for himself or not think things through like Potter was with being conditioned by the Dursleys for sixteen years. Harri also didn't understand how Harry could marry a girl when it was obvious he preferred men. Another manipulation was Harri's guess. Harry had lived a good life after the defeat of Riddle, he had three children and a wife. Unfortunately, Harri noticed the signs Harry didn't when he lived. The wife cheated on Harry. The children were not Harry's own flesh and blood. Harri also noticed that Harry was rich, but that the fact was hidden and used to pay off all Harry's friends. It wasn't until Harry finished Auror training that he made a will at Gringotts. It was only a week later that Harry Potter died. Harry was murdered obviously, but Harri was unsure about the cause of death and who. Ginny, Harry's wife, had been poisoning Harry. Then again so was Hermione. The day he had died he was playing Quidditch with Ron. Harry had been hit at one point and fell before blacking out. Harri was unsure if poison, the fall, or a blow had killed the poor bloke. Though Harry Potter had taught Harri Lemercier many life lessons.
