Summary-Harry after the final battle ends up unwillingly taking the title of the master of death. Though he finds it plays no big part in his life. At least not until he dies and finds himself reborn into a whole new world. With all his memories and magic in tack. However, it seems this world or should it be said the life Harry now has might turn out to be just as unfortunate as his first life; especially considering the family he finds himself being reborn into. Teen wolf/ Harry Potter crossover. This will most likely be a slash story or have some type of slash in it.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry potter or Teen wolf nor do I make any money off of it.
A.N-This will most likely be a slash story or have some type of slash in it so letting that be known right here and now. Though please let me know if you have a preferred pairing that you would like to see with Harry or with someone else.
Chapter three
It has been several long torturous years since the wicked bitch he was still forced to, at least verbally, call his mother had first snapped that twice cursed damn collar around his neck in the first place.
And honestly Harry could think of an object he hated more than he did that collar. Hell, he couldn't think of a person he hated more than he did his mother in this currently life, well besides his grandfather in this life as well.
Even Voldemort didn't earn the amount of loathing that his so-called family in this life did. At least for not as long as his family had considering the fact Harry really only knew Voldemort for a few years opposed to the torturous eighteen years he knew those two. And despite how he tried to feel otherwise, Harry couldn't help but hate those two with a burning intensity in his chest that he couldn't ever recall feeling before.
A feeling that really started to show when the collar that had made his hell to begin with had first been put on him began to glow and hum in warning. Something that Harry knew it did when his thoughts about his mother began to make either his thoughts or worse, yet his magic act up in a negative fashion.
Something that Harry had learned to control for the most past since it had been put on him at the age of eleven. Worst yet, at least in Harry's mind he had been, was the fact that before anything had even actually happened, he had been wondering if something similar to what had happened in his past life would happen again.
Now years later Harry was eighteen and cursing the fact he had dared Jinx himself like he had back then. Really considering his luck Harry felt that he should have known better then to even dare wonder something like that. Hadn't previous experiences taught him anything at all?!
Because yes, in the end something had happened that would flip his life around like Hogwarts had in his first life. Despite how much he hated it, and wished otherwise, the collar in question had certainly been something that had changed his life. Almost eerily similar to what had happened the first time he had turned eleven; at least in a twisted way it was.
Only this time it wasn't nearly as positive, or lifesaving, like going to Hogwarts had originally been. At least before the war and everything that came after it that is. Especially when you consider it had been turning eleven and going to Hogwarts in the first place that got him away from the abusive people, he had been forced to call family in his life as Harry Potter.
That despite everything that had happened there that Hogwarts, had most likely saved his life in at least one way. As Harry had no doubt that if he had been forced to stay at the Dursley's for any longer then the summers he had been forced to during his Hogwarts years, than he most likely would have died in their tender love and care. But he hadn't and for a short period of time Hogwarts had been what had saved him from that.
However, this time such a beneficial change didn't happen once he had turned eleven. This time Harry had truly jinxed himself. Seeing as No, this time turning eleven didn't give him anything that he could consider good.
Not in the least bit, as Harry, opposed to be saved, found himself being made into a slave to his sadistic 'mother's' whims; along with the whims of his mother's father and his oh so kind grandfather's whenever he was around.
Something that Harry had quickly found out was something he wouldn't wish on even his worst enemies; not even the so-called dark lord he had defeated in his first life. Especially not the training he was forced to do; even with the results it did get.
And yet despite this and knowing most would consider death a mercy compared to what he was currently going through, Harry couldn't stop fighting. He wouldn't, no matter how bad it seemed to him, let them be the reason he killed himself. No matter what happened he couldn't stop living and doing his best to work around all the limitations he had.
This was for more than one reason too, as not everything that had happened to him since the collar had been first snapped on him had been utterly horrible. Seeing as he had gained what he taken to calling his little light not long after the collar had been placed on him.
Gaining his strength and mental will to fight back with it, and it quickly became one of the strongest reason Harry had to fight against what he was currently going through. That and the fact he wanted his freedom as well.
Something that Harry would almost ashamedly admit that in the beginning he had almost forgot about and almost felt it was impossible to fight against the collar. Or at least until he got a hard reminder and an even stronger reason to fight against said collar that is.
This reason was his younger half-sister, one that Harry knew his mother only kept first because she wanted something even further to hurt the werewolf Derek, cruelly saying she wanted to kill it in front of him; just as soon as she found him. But at the same time also decided to keep her because she saw how Harry cared for the girl in question.
Diana Argent, a name that Harry had given her after debating with Artemis for a bit, and a name that Kate seemed to be okay with as the name of the goddess of hunt; Harry just didn't mention how closely connected the name also was with wolves as well.
With Harry being the one who ended up naming her as Kate just seemed happy to call her girl. Hell, Diana didn't even really have a birth certificate as his so-called mother had done a home birth with another hunter there ready to kill the child in question if she showed any were characteristics once born. Something she hadn't done and something Harry had managed to fight against the collars control to help her if on the very off chance she had; luckily it hadn't been needed.
Though if he was honest with himself Harry was rather happy about the fact he was able to name his little sister and the fact when it came to her he could fight off the collar more; maybe because she was Kate's daughter and blood. After all Harry knew from experience that blood did play a large part in magic both in this world and the one he had left behind.
Not that that was the only reason Harry enjoyed being around little Diana as much as he currently did. As not long after she had been born and Harry had held her in his arms, as Kate had refused to do so, shoving her on to Harry as soon as she could with orders to take care of the beast, Harry had been taken by her and swore he would do whatever he could to protect the innocence that was in his arms.
And even the punishment and torment he had been poured down on him over the years since than couldn't diminish the flames that had burned in his very soul after he found himself more willing than ever to fight for both his own freedom as well as the life of his little sister.
More so than ever considering the fact at birth Diana had been pretty weak as his Mother Kate had nearly lost her several times due to the Wolfsbane that his 'dear' mother worked with all the time.
Something that had made said woman all the more determined that Diana had to have been a werewolf consider the reaction to it; for getting the fact the wolfsbane was also dangerous to normal human, especially babies, as well
Though at the same time that hadn't made his mother wrong either as Harry was pretty sure that Diana did inherit the werewolf gene from her father, and it hadn't exactly activated yet as Harry swore her eyes did flash gold when she got emotional.
It was also something Harry was trying his best to hide as he knew that Kate, wanting to control him more or wanting to hurt Derek more or not, wouldn't hesitate to kill Diana if she knew she was a werewolf; her daughter, young child or not. As Kate seemed to hate werewolves more than anything else supernatural for some odd reason. So far he had been successful, but he knew that was mainly due to the fact Kate usually went out of her way to ignore Diana as well as the fact the limit amount of magic he could use Harry mainly used to protect and hide any differences that his little sister may have.
At the moment Diana was a little older than five years old, and so smart for her age. As she seemed to instinctively know just what Harry was doing and tried to help as best she could. While it didn't always work as she was honestly only five she did try and cause the least amount of difficulty for him as well.
She was a sweetheart and Harry hated the fact he couldn't give her a happier childhood, and the fact that she seemed to also instinctively know just how dangerous to her both her mother and grandfather were too her.
The quite whimpers that he heard from her when they were around made Harry's heart break and want to get her as far away from them as he possible could get. Something that Harry couldn't do as he had literally been ordered not to do in every way his mother could think of which ended up being quite a lot. Several of which Harry himself would never have thought of or would have willing to even attempt to do either.
Though this was probably because even as much as he had adored her when she was a baby Harry seriously had put thought into getting her way from their family so Diana could have a chance for a happy childhood away from the nightmare that made up the Argent family.
Unfortunately, that hadn't been possible, and Harry could only do the best he could to make up for that fact. Something that Harry was wondering if he had done a good job of it at all as he stared at the sleeping form of his little sister after he had come back to the last 'training' session his mother had put him through.
His little sister was sleeping in one of his larger shirts and using it like a sleeping dress. Both because it was comfortable and because of the fact his scent was in it; something that Harry knew pointed more towards her werewolf side and made sure his mother didn't know about it.
Still Harry had to admit his sister was adorable she had back length black hair that was curly and that she refused to let him cut as she adored it when Harry ran his fingers through it. And honestly enough Harry found doing so rather comforting at the same time, so he did enjoying playing with Diana's hair as well as styling it; something Harry had gotten quite good at as well for more than one reason.
You couldn't tell it at the moment but she also had eyes that were a beautiful mixture of blue and green reminding Harry almost of the sea at times. Though sometimes they did seem more blue or greener depending on the situation. Something that if the way Kate sneered at her meant anything meant she must have gotten her eye color from her father or if not that her father's family.
All and all Diana really didn't look a whole lot like their mother or anyone from their family besides smaller features here and there and seemed to take more after Derek and his family something that Harry was rather grateful for as he really didn't want to know how things would go if Diana did end up looking like a mini-Kate. Even better because their 'mother' usually went out of her way to avoid Diana, unless it was to insult or try and intimidate her, his little sister didn't act a thing like her either. Having learned about things more from Harry more than anyone else.
Something that Harry tried to take full advantage of and teach her all kinds of things he knew that he knew that Kate didn't want her to know on the off chance she did end up being full human and there for could be an Argent hunter later on.
Something that Harry knew the test of and there for training of was coming real soon in Diana's future. A fact Harry was dreading and trying to think of ways to help her either escape or if not that further hide anything he knew would get her killed by Kate before helping her through the training, until the both of them could escape from the hell that was Kate Argent's parenting.
Sighing and knowing that there wasn't much he could do now Harry left the room shutting the door being him letting his little sister sleeping. All the while cursing the fact he had the collar on him once more, as if he didn't have it on than he knew he would be able to do more for not only himself but his sister as well.
Not that he could do much at the moment as he was once again following yet another order he had been given by Kate. This time he wasn't actually fighting said order or using any loopholes he could find in said order to go against it.
Both because it was an order, he didn't mind following, and because by simply following the order without fighting it he could conserve his energy for when he got an order he really didn't want to follow. That or add more magic to the spells he had covering his sister as they were due for a boost soon.
Seeing as over the years Harry had managed to find out a quite a few things about the collar that enslaved him. Most of them painful and related to the punishment fraction of said collar, but a few bits of information was rather helpful in knowing when it came to get around the collar in question.
One of them being the fact that when he was under the full control of the collar, and unable to fight it anymore his eyes seemed to turn an almost lifeless grey color while at the same time the white of his eyes darkened. He found the more green he had in his eyes the more he could fight said orders. Something that Harry had been able to find out mostly because of his sister who had pointed it out to him in a more questioning manner more than anything else. Which led to Harry himself finding out what it meant; even if at the same time he did tell Diana to try and avoid him when his eyes where completely grey.
So, because of this Harry usually went out of his way to hide his eyes, at least from anyone not his sister. Both so no one would notice they were grey one day and green the next, and so his so-called mother wouldn't notice how hard he was fighting against the collar.
Not that it seemed she honestly cared enough to watch him seeing as she was positive the collar would let her control him and remold him into what she wanted him to be. Something that had Harry worried she might try to same with his little sister later on so Harry usually spent every free moment he had trying to find a way around to collar or if not that ensure one similar couldn't be placed on Diana.
Another thing that he noticed about the collar, was one he found out mainly due to the fact he had found out the eye color changed with it to begin with. And this was, there were several ways to go against some of the orders he was given. Mostly by working on loopholes or partially following and order before working around the parts Harry really didn't want to do.
Something Harry had found the limit of, or the limits of so far, by doing his best to work out ways around the cursed object stuck around his neck. Not to mention it was one of the best ways he could show his so-called mother that despite everything she had done to him, and forced him to do to himself, she still hadn't been able to break him; not completely anyway.
It didn't always work the way he wanted, but it really was the only thing he had to work with. So, it worked enough that he knew he was on the right track when it came to working against the collar in question.
And part of that was going with orders he would have either have done on his own either way or ones that weren't too bad considering the alternative. As doing so saved Harry a lot of pain and made it so he could save the energy he needed for the more violent orders his mother often gave him.
Most of the orders that he followed were very similar to the ones he had in his past life, and often repeated in this life. Most of which were ones he didn't mind following, like cleaning, cooking, training, or other orders similar to those, they were actually quite a bit relaxing to do. With the best of those orders and the ones he followed in what he considered the best way being the one to take care of his sister.
And best yet because he didn't fight against these orders, not only was he not punished by both the collar and his mother for not following the order he was given, but it also made it so he could use the energy he saved to fight the orders he loathed to follow. Like killing an unarmed were child, hunting down a pack of harmless creatures, or several other equally sickening orders his 'mother' gave him.
Sadly, much to the wicked bitch's joy, Harry wasn't always successful in finding the necessary loopholes, or strong enough, to completely disobey the orders he was given. Mainly because Harry needed his magic to help fight the collar and its orders. But because his magic was blocked so deeply by said collar, not to mention his magic still instinctively healing him when he became to injured from the punishment his mother constantly gave him, on top of the protection he placed on his sister to hide her more nonhuman actions, he didn't always have the necessary strength need to fight off the collar.
Something that was made worse by the fact that over the years Kate had gotten better at wording her orders, so Harry couldn't find loopholes in them; at least most of the time. Seeing as despite how much he loathed her Harry would never say Kate was particularly stupid, arrogant and rather narcissistic yes, but stupid she was not. Meaning given enough clues she was good a figuring out how Harry was avoiding following certain orders.
Though Harry did admit that lately, since he had turned seventeen years old really, he had been steadily getting better at going against the orders he was given. Not only that but he swore his magic was getting a little bit easier to access and use as well. Even if he was sure to be a lot more careful about showing this as he didn't want his mother, or worse his grandfather, ever finding out that he was slowly finding ways around the very thing they were using to control him.
Though because of the multiple punishment sections the collar had Harry had to be careful of exactly how he did it, and who he did so in front of. Not only for fear of his mother finding out her collar was no longer was as utterly effective as it once had been, but because there needed to be just a word from his mother to activate the worst punishment the collar could unleash on him.
Not to mention he didn't want the collar transferred over or even connected to his sister in anyway. Something that he had heard muttering about lately and wanted to do everything in his power to prevent that from happening. The collar was horrible enough just on him he didn't want to see how much worse it'd be if it was some how on both of them and his sister was included in his punishments.
And in honesty Harry had nearly died the last several times she activated it on him. Living only because his magic had saved him but because of this left Harry feeling too drained to fight the collar in the least bit. Leaving Harry behaving more like a robot more following orders then the human he actual was.
Though it was after living through these activations and having a burning feeling going through his body, most likely because of all the pain the collar was making him feel, that mad Harry swear he was getting better with not only getting around the collar but also better at accessing his still bond magic as well. Something Harry was trying to take as much advantage of as he could; even if it did leave him utterly drained after doing so.
The orders he was currently willing to follow, were ones to pack up all the weapons they had out in the small apartment. An apartment they really hadn't even really moved into yet despite being therefore a good three months and an apartment that Harry was currently sharing the smallest bedroom with Diana; with the rest of the house taken over by either Kate or some form of a training room.
Not that Harry cared much about this as he enjoyed knowing he was in a room with his sister as he could keep her safe that way. Besides without much in there, considering they seemed to live out of whatever was in their bags most of the time, all that really meant was that there was less work for him in the long run after all.
Though he would have to make sure to bring all the small things he had managed to get for Diana as she really loved them, and they were a source of comfort for her no matter how small. Something Harry didn't want her to lose as she didn't have much to begin with either.
He was also to make sure to get all the supplies that were needed, as well as everything else he felt necessary, for one of her hunt for when they moved back to Beacon Hills. Something that was usually worded in a different way as his mother dearest had learned not to say what Harry felt was necessary as that would only leave her with the barest of basics.
Even with the punishment doing so would cause him. And Harry would certainly do something similar once again if he could especially considering just where they were going. The place that started the hell that became Harry's life. Where Harry nightmares really began to take life, as his life had been turned around for the worst.
Not to mention the place where Diana's other half of her family had been killed by her own mother after said woman had played a very sick game with the head of the teen who was Diana's father. All unknow to the child in question as Harry had no idea just how you explained something like that to a five-year-old or if you should even do that in the first place.
Yes, much to Harry's discomfort, after years of doing his best to avoid even mentioning Beacon Hills, they were now all going back to the place he had first gotten the collar put around his neck to begin with.
Not to mention the place where Kate had had her most successful hunt to date at, and nearly broke Harry with all the information he had gained back on that dreaded day. With the only real good thing coming out of that hell hole being the place were Diana was created; even if it was done so in one of the worst ways possible.
But despite everything, and all hidden attempts otherwise, Harry was following all the orders he was given to get ready to live in Beacon hill. All because Kate had heard that there were now werewolves there; Hale werewolves at that.
Meaning that his so-called mother felt it was finally time to finish the hunt she had all those years ago. While Harry, on the other hand, was strongly getting the feeling that by going back to Beacon Hills that his life would once more be changed all together. And considering just how horrible it currently was, he felt that at the moment he was seriously willing to risk anything to have it change.
Because it wasn't like it could get that much for worse him, and no Harry wasn't Jinxing himself when he said that as he knew it to be pretty much true. Seeing as House elves at the Malfoy family has been treating like kings compared to how things currently were for him. Not to mention if this failed then he wouldn't have a chance of life at all because his so-called mother's punishment would surely end his life once she found out.
That and he knew that he would be going to Beacon Hill even if he had the choice otherwise. As Diana would be going there and with everything that had happened there before her birth, hell the reason behind her birth in the first place, made it so there was no way that Harry was going to ever let his little sister go there by herself. Not even if had been a good ten years older than her current five almost six-year-old self; no way in hell.
And that wasn't even adding in the fact that Harry wasn't sure that Kate had given up on the whole killing her daughter in Derek's face idea either. So yeah going to Beacon Hill and doing his best to never leave Diana alone with Kate was currently more important than anything else.
Another reason Harry was willing to follow the order to pack everything up and get everything ready to deal with for their newest move was because of how the order Kate had given him was worded. Not necessary with a loophole that he could use to disobey the order, but still enough that he could certainly work with said orders; or to be more precise work around them the way he wanted to.
Seeing as in her near maniacal excitement, Kate hadn't been as careful as she usually was when it came to giving Harry his orders; something she had gotten a lot better at over the most recent years. This time however Kate had told Harry to pack up all their supplies, to get everything they needed to move ready, and have everything he felt was needed to hunt ready to go.
Perhaps it was test she was giving Harry, or perhaps she just hadn't thought about what she had said. Either way Harry was so going to run with the orders he had been given. Because in all honest it was this last bit of the order he was given by his so-called mother that Harry was the most delighted about. Considering said order allowed quite a bit of movement for Harry if he actual thought about it.
After all what he considered needed for a good hunt was much different then what his so-called mother felt was necessary. More so when he considered that his mother didn't say a hunt just for her meaning Harry could include things he felt he or Diana would need in what they would consider a hunt as well.
Knowing this, Harry couldn't help but be all too happy to follow the order he was given, even if he knew he would be harshly punished for what he was going to do. On top of the punishment, he was going to earn for making sure Diana was happy and away from any plans their 'dear' mother may have for her; at a later date that is.
But again, seeing a chance to screw of Kate, as well as another chance to get a little more freedom from the iron hold she had over both him and his sister, ranked higher on his list then being afraid of being punished. Mainly because no matter what he did he'd still be punished for some preserved wrong by his mother anyway.
Besides it was rare, and few in between that Harry got a chance like this, with the last one being something that had happened nearly two years ago. Where Harry had been able to use a three-week absences, as well as another poorly worded order, to secretly set up a magical jewelry online store, specializing in defensive and healing magics.
Something he had done to make a little money on the side as way to support both himself and Diana. Something they would need more than ever if they were to ever get out of the Argent family's control. Not only that but they did need more money than what Kate ever gave them for things like food, water as well as the things Harry had gotten his sister with comfort and teaching in mind.
So having a bit more free time as well as a loosely worded order he could get around was something Harry was going to take full advantage of. Get more supplies, buy several things he hadn't managed to sneak in yet as well as work on updating his magical site as he had recently branched out into things besides easily hidden jewelry and he knew it would seriously sale on his site.
Not only that but Harry still wouldn't give up the opportunity to screw with any hunt is so-called mother wanted to do. Because after all he did have to follow that oath he made when he first began his 'hunter' training and messing up the supplies his mother had for her hunts was a sure-fire way to do so.
Even if it mainly by doing smaller things so she wouldn't notice right way. Because if she did notice right away, she'd simply go get her own supplies done the way she wanted, making the effort Harry had done to stop her, useless; and end him an even worse punishment along with it.
That being said Harry was quick to get everything set up the best he could to screw with his mother's hunt. Something he had managed to successfully do before, so he knew the best ways to get it done without actually be caught doing so.
Which meant Harry was doing things like placing weapons that didn't have wolfsbane in place the wolfsbane weapons were supposed to go, giving her a lot less wolfbane then she would need; most of which was a lot less potent than she would want as well.
He also began packing only a limited amount of mountain ash and replacing several other plants with things that looked and smelled similar to those she wanted but at the same time were harmless to werewolves. All and all, not as much as he would like to have done but still more then he would have been able to do otherwise.
Harry after finishing this up, and after finishing up all the rest of the packing that he had been ordered to do. Not to mention a good amount of packing he had that Kate didn't exactly know about due to the bottomless pouch he was able to make and hid; which mostly carried all of Diana and his supplies that they technically weren't allowed to have. After doing this he was about to follow the rest of the orders that he had been left by Kate before she herself had left.
Which was the usually Training until he dropped, clean up the area they were currently living in, have a full course meal ready for Kate for dinner before she got back, and to clean himself up so Kate didn't have to smell him.
The most basics of her orders that he was given every day, on top of whatever other orders that Kate wanted done. Orders so regular and common that Harry had long since made a routine of them, and never really bothered fighting against them because it wasn't worth the effort to do so.
Of course, there was also everything he had to also do when it came to his little sister but those had long since stopped being orders as Harry would do them anyway. In fact, sometimes he had to be ordered to stop doing so and even then he worked around it the best he could.
It was as he was going to do all of this that Harry walked past a nearby mirror. It was in part of the house that Harry had already cleared out and it was one of the things he didn't have to pack up as it was literally attached to the wall. And because he was so far ahead in his schedule allowed himself to check himself over in said reflection. Taking in what he knew was himself and subconsciously marking the differences between Harrison Gerard Argent and what he had been like as Harry James Potter.
One of the first things that stood out to Harry was actually how achingly familiar he looked in both lives opposed to how different they were; even if there were several major differences as well.
Like in his life as Harry Potter, Harry had pitch black hair, bright emerald green eyes and almost moonlight pale skin. The defining characteristics, beside the lightning bolt scar he had in his last life, that made up Harry Potter. Along with a lean body that was built for speed rather than brute strength.
Harry still had all of that, but there were differences as well. Like instead of having short wild pitch-black hair that never really seemed to grow in length, like he had when he had been Harry Potter, Harry now had long wavy black hair that fell down to his hips in a thick braid. That when it did become unbound, however rare that occurrence was, was almost wild in a wavy sort of fashion. Almost similar to a lion's mane if he let it.
More often than not though it was in a tight braid, that Harry honestly wasn't sure if he hated or not, along with the sheer length of said braid. As he had been ordered by Kate to have the braid in question, along with the length, because and Harry could literally quote her, as she wanted a good leash, she could wrap her hands around for the collar Harry had; with the braid in question being the leash she wanted.
And yes she did use Harry's hair to pull him around, just like it was a leash. Which was one of the main reasons Harry didn't like the braid or the length his hair was with it, often times wishing he could just cut it. Other times, because his little sister loved his long hair so much and enjoyed playing with it when was just them made him like the longer hair just a little. Making him wonder if given the chance would he cut it?
Then as far has his eyes went, yes he still had the same stunning emerald green eyes that he had as Harry Potter. Though this time it seemed to come from his unknown father instead of his mother; like it had been in his past life. Even if at the same time his mother did have a lighter shade of green eyes though no where near as bright as Harry and seemed almost as grey as Harry's did when he was fully under the control of the collar he was forced to wear under certain lights.
However, unlike back in his previous life Harry never needed glass and if anything, perhaps due to all the training he had been put through, his eyes where even sharper than they had ever been before; never missing anything.
Hell, when he was alone Harry could swear his eyes seemed to glow in the dark; like there was an inner fire burning from them. Especially if he really needed to see something in said darkness or was feeling particularly emotional about something.
As for his body, well while he had been rather fit later in life as Harry Potter the malnourishment the had suffered through his entire life seemed to always effect his body in some way or another. Which was another thing he had always cursed the Dursley's for, that and the fact he had developed a need to desperately please others; something Harry had worked long and hard ant getting rid of.
But when it came to his life as Harry Potter, while he had been healthy and fit it was always it an almost too skinny sort of way, that had difficulty actually building muscle mass of any sort.
Not to mention despite everything he tried, and even with the potions he used, Harry never did grow taller than five-foot two at max in is past life. Something he had been highly embarrassed about. More noticeably as most of the people he had been around had been on the tall side of things. Including his supposed wife whom had been a good couple of inches taller than him and often mocked him for that.
This time though it seemed his body was to be different from the body he had as Harry Potter. Maybe because despite everything that happened to him his mother wouldn't let him get malnourished enough to affect him, or to seriously affect his body to be more specific. If only because it would weaken him, and his mother wouldn't have any type of weakness in a weapon of hers; not if she could stop it in any way.
So, because of this Harry found himself currently having a slim muscular build that looked similar to one you would see on an Olympic swimmer or runner, one built primarily for speed but at the same time could pack one hell of a punch if the situation called for it; which most of the time it did.
Not to mention considering the fact he regularly used parkour and gymnastics in his fighting style, seeing as it was the closest Harry could get to flying, the body was also highly flexible, and had some of the best reflexes Harry had ever seen when it came to reacting to attacks. Something Harry knew was mostly because of the sheer number of times he had been attack by both his so-called mother as well as his grandfather; both of whom could go to hell for all he cared
Best yet, at least in Harry's mind who had loathed his height in his past life seeing as everyone seemed to tower over him in some way or another, Harry found himself growing to almost six feet height in this life. And while he knew he wouldn't likely reach the whole six-foot range he still felt good about the height he did reach because being an inch or so from six-foot-tall was a lot better than being only an inch or so above five foot tall he had been.
Though there was one physical change that he got from his life as Harry Potter and this life that did bother him, even if it was a rather minor change all things consider. And that was the fact in this life Harry seemed to never be able to actual tan.
Sure, he had pale skin as Harry Potter, but at least in the summer his skin had been able to get some sun and tanned into a rather lovely shade of golden brown. However, in this life Harry's skin seemed determined to stay the same procaine pale color it always was.
Worst yet even when in the sun for long periods of time this didn't change. He didn't even seem to burn for that matter. If anything, it was like his body absorbed to heat of the sun as he always felt warmer and more alert after being in the sun or any real source of heat for that matter.
Harry, as he tried to get his mind off the weird reaction he had around the sun, let his eyes fall on the reflection of the thing, he loathed the most about the appearance he had now, and that was the collar that rested on his neck. Something that even his little sister knew was wrong and evil in a way she didn't quite understand but hated non the less.
It was one of the reason Harry usually went out of his way to avoid looking at his reflection because of what it reminded him of. But at the moment Harry couldn't help but find himself staring at the very thing that kept him enslaved in the Kate, and her oh so loving father's, hold. The collar in question, despite what it did to him, wasn't some large highly decorated elaborate collar, like one may think of when they think of a magical collar.
Instead, it looked like a rather simple black metal band that went around Harry's throat in a seemingly seamless fashion; small enough that it could very easy be covered by a high collar shirt or thin scarves. But beyond that it appeared to be almost like a rebellious fashion choice of a black choker of all things.
Or at least that is what it looked like at first, Harry after years of studying the collar in question, trying his best to find some way to remove the damn thing, once and for all. Found out that when it was active, or being used in anyway, there were extremely small designs in silver that looked like they danced around the black metal of the band that made up Harry's much hated collar.
It was something Harry noticed that no one else seemed to notice but him, as they all seemed to just simple see the black metal and nothing else. Making Harry wonder if it was because of the magic he had or perhaps whatever his father had been that let Harry see the silver designs.
Designs that Harry still hadn't been able to fully make out or make head or tales of what they could mean. As the tiny silver engraving seemed to be in a different language and worst yet they didn't stay visible long enough for Harry to figure out just what language it may be.
So, it seemed to be rather useless to be able to even see the designs that where on the collar. Even though Harry got to feeling that seeing said designs would be key into finding out a way to destroy the collar in question.
That once he understood just what the designs meant that he would finally be free of both the collar in question and better yet his mother. Now though all he could do was try to find out what the designs may be because so far Harry had no idea.
Sighing and knowing that the thoughts that were currently bouncing around his head would lead nowhere good. Hell, they were already going down the bad route of wondering if he had gain something mythical from his father.
A father Harry already knew was dead and had been pretty much raped and killed shortly after by the woman he was forced to call a mother. With his body not even allowed peace in death as his mother had weighted it down with stones before throwing it in the coldest deepest lake she could find. So yeah, no it'd be best to keep away from those thoughts, and anything remotely close to them; especially as Harry knew said so called mother would be back soon.
Knowing this, Harry looked away from his reflection and ran his hand through the loser parts of his hair, he needed to get his training done, do a doubly check to see if he had everything.
Both the more obvious things Kate had wanted him to pack as well as all the hidden things he had for both himself as well as Diana. Then after doing that he needed to cleanup himself before Kate got home.
Not to mention he needed to add the last of the touches to the dinner he had been making as well. Because heaven forbid it wasn't all ready, done with and sitting on the table when Kate came in.
On top of that he knew his sister was going to be hungry especially since Harry knew she would be joining him in during the easier parts of his training, something Harry had started recently because the danger of simply being her had caused Diana. Meaning that she would really want to eat.
Besides it wasn't like staring at himself in the mirror and thinking on times passed would help him in anyway. If anything, it'd only depress himself even further then he already was. Not to mention taking a longer shower then he normal would be allowed really did sound wonderful right about now.
As right now it was safe to do that considering Diana was sleeping off the training she had done earlier. Not only that but the food was in the slow cooker remaining warm and honestly all he really had to do was double check everything to make sure it was all complete.
Knowing this Harry began to finish the last set of orders Kate had left him, and as he did this, as he dragged his aching and utterly exhausted body to the shower to clean it up for the night. Harry found himself unable to wonder just what was going to be waiting for him when he finally ended back up in Beacon Hills.
What was going to happen in the next week once they all got to the place he had originally been collar, and where Diana's father's family maybe located? Why did he feel like he that his life was once more going to be flipped on end once he ended back in that town? And why did he feel that wherever was going to happen there was going to play a large part in how either both his and his sister's life was going to play out? He guessed only time would really tell.