A/N: - I don't own Harry Potter.
Ch 8 Revelations Part 1
I had asked Mum and Dad to invite everyone home for lunch as I had something very important to share, Mum and Dad questioned me but I told them I would like to share it with everyone at the same time and sometime seeing my stubbornness they agreed and I was glad that I will have to tell everyone at same time.
During lunch everyone was talking and conversing, I was glad for Occlumency, as I was able to hide my nervousness and fear about reactions of everyone when I reveal the truth. I was afraid of rejection, anger and upset looks I would get from James and Lily but I knew it is right decision and the decision that will change future.
After lunch everyone entered parlour and all were waiting for me to start but before I could start, I noticed someone was not there, and I had expected Alex would not come. After what had happened at the party, I got to know how much they hated me and wanted to do nothing related to me.
So, I decided it was time to tell the truth.
"I want to tell that whatever happens after I tell the truth and how people react that these past few months have been the best months of life."
"What is it, Harry? You are scaring us." James asks.
"Dad there are some secrets I have kept and I want to come clean today. In these past months after I was able to fix my core problem, I got to meet family I always wanted and every moment was best moments, I have lived in my nineteen years of life."
"What do you mean by 19, you are only 11 years old?" Lily asks.
"Mum, what do think of multiverse?" Harry asks.
"Multiverse mean there are multiple planets but at different planets there are different situations. As in 'THE FLASH' comics I have read brought by mom from muggle store." Violet replies.
"Yes Violet, the truth is I am Harry James Potter but I am not your son Harry, Mum and Dad. I am Harry James Potter, Boy-Who-Lived of my Earth, Master of Death and Death's Champion and I know it's a lot to take in but it is truth and soul of your son is dead and there are many reasons why I did everything but I am telling the truth and I am going to share my complete life with all of you." He wait few minutes for the news to get absorbed.
"Ok, I will start." Harry says. "When I first arrived in this dimension, I wanted to tell you all truth but I wanted to know, what is it like have parents, siblings or family. I wanted to have the experience of childhood. In my dimension Voldemort (all shudder at name) attacked Potter Cottage and my parents died and I was hailed as Boy-Who-Lived. Then Padfoot came to house and in his rage, he gave me to Hagrid as he was there to take me to Dursley's and went after Pettigrew. Peter then tricked everyone by asking Sirius why he betrayed my parents and faking his death and blaming it on Padfoot which led into throwing in Azkaban, while Longbottom's were tortured into insanity by Voldemort's follower's. So, Dumbledore took me and dumbed me at doorstep of Dursley's with a letter about explaining the circumstances in basket with a mattress around me in cold night of November." After explaining this Harry watched their reactions Lily and James were quiet but they had pure fury on their faces after hearing the treatment given to me, Padfoot, Aunt Amy & Moony were no better. Then he continued.
"My ten years living with Dursley's were nothing short of living in hell. I lived in cupboard under the stairs, my blanket was the same mattress that I had in my crib, I did every chore from cleaning the house, moaning the lawn, cooking. I was given very small amount of food; I was also given hand me down clothes of my cousin which were too big for my size, I have taken beatings for not completing chore or doing accidental magic. It is short version and I would not talk long version in front of kids and I have made peace with my childhood and I would like it very much if we don't have to talk about upon the topic." Harry didn't even give anyone time to react and started his tale and made the decision to continue telling without giving them time to react, as he knew it would take a lot of time as it is.
"Then something happened a week before my 11th Birthday, I was told to collect the post and I saw a letter named Harry Potter and I like a child was about open it in front of my uncle. He knew from where the letter was and he snatched it from my hand and tore it, then many posts starting to arrive and house was flooded with letters. Then finally uncle took us to some place expecting to not get any letters. That's when Rubeus Hagrid made his way into my life. The first time I had seen the half giant break through the door of the shack his relatives were hiding in, I was utterly mesmerized by the size of the man. Well over eleven feet in height, the half giant had a red beard that hung down to his stomach and a thunderous laugh that could wake the dead.
He eventual rescued me from my uncle and aunt, and led me to Diagon alley, and heralded my return into the Wizarding world. It was during this time that I learned the truth behind my parent's death, and how my survival allowed the Dark Lord's tyranny to finally come to an end.
While I was still uncomfortable with newfound fame, the awe of returning to the Magical world was more than to make up for the unease I felt at being ogled by anyone who could recognize the lightning bolt scar on head. By the time September 1st finally arrived, I couldn't wait to begin my magical education, and with the assistance of a redheaded Wizarding family, I made way onto the Hogwarts Express.
The Journey to new school brought forth introductions to several people that would play a pivotal role in my new future. The first would be Draco Lucius Malfoy. A pureblood bigot, the blonde pounce was the only sprog of pureblood princess Narcissa Druella Malfoy nee Black, and formerly "Imperiused" Death Eater, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy.
The second person that I met on the train, was Ronald Billius Weasley. The sixth and youngest son of the Weasley family. The third person I met on the train, while mentioned last, was muggle born witch Hermione Jean Granger was my best friend, confidant, rock, and the sister/family he always wished he had, but when I learned it had it me the hardest. Even though Hermione was just the first Magical person to come from her family, her intelligence and passion to learn Magic was so good, as well as the third and final member of the Golden Trio.
My first year started good but after an altercation with Malfoy during flying lessons, I was chosen to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and became the youngest seeker in over a century. The high of falling in love with Quidditch came screeching to a halt, once Halloween rolled around, and I was forced to fight against a mountain troll to save Hermione's life. It started number of adventures that took place during my life at Hogwarts, we found involved in numerous hallway skirmishes with Malfoy, rescuing of a baby dragon from Hagrid and for me, a fight with a deadly wraith in the Forbidden Forest. The craziness was my first year culminated into life-or-death showdown over the Philosopher's Stone against a Voldemort possessed Quirrell.
The final fight was almost too much for me to handle, but thanks to my mother's sacrifice, the protection she left allowed my persevere. Whatever mum had done for me, it burned Quirrell alive the moment he touched me. The death of the Professor not only chucked the wraith form of Voldemort out of the castle, but it also led to the unfortunate destruction of the Philosopher's Stone. In the end, our actions on behalf of the school, led to us receiving last minute House points and a Gryffindor victory for the House Cup.
Second year started livelier than the first, with me and Ron missing the Hogwarts Express, only to show up to school while driving Mr. Weasley's flying car and crashing it into the Whomping Willow. The unfortunate stunt cost them both several weeks' worth of detentions, and also fifty points apiece for the House Cup.
The year took a drastic turn for the worse on the Halloween when the Chamber of Secrets was opened again. Between students turning petrified, learning I am a parselmouth, and the entire school calling him the next Dark Lord and the Heir of Slytherin, we worked frantically to solve the new mystery. By the time the year came to an end, Hermione's name was added to a long list of students that were petrified, leaving Ron and I to solve the mystery and save the day.
The situation eventually got so bad that Dumbledore was removed from the school, and a few days later the Heir took a student into the Chamber itself. Once the unpetrified members of the Trio realized Ron's little sister was the student taken, we used all of their skills to track down the hidden Chamber.
We were able to solve the mystery and we went to DADA professor for help. In an effort to flee from his duties to the school, the cowardly DADA Professor used an ill-advised attempt to Obliviate us about our knowledge of the Chamber, with Ron's broken wand. The resulting spell backfired on him, causing the ceiling in the Chamber to drop, and separating me from the other two and forcing me to continue on alone.
With Ginny's life on the line, I soldiered through and upon entering the main hall of the Chamber, I was forced to once again face off against Voldemort. While still a shade, the young Voldemort was able to call upon Slytherin's monster, and used the massive snake to attack.
Unfortunately, I only had Fawkes and the Sorting Hat to help him, but somehow managed to pull out the Sword of Gryffindor from the hat and used it to kill the Basilisk. Even as the monster's fangs pierced through my arm and the deadly poison from its bite began to flow through his body, I pushed aside pain to save Ginny.
In a last second burst of adrenaline, I grabbed the diary that allowed the shade of young Voldemort to possess Ginny and destroyed it by plunging a Basilisk fang through it. In turn I was saved from brush with death by the freely given tears of Dumbledore's Phoenix. The year ended with the Golden Trio's actions once again leading to House points and a come from behind Gryffindor victory for the House Cup.
The summer after second year started off much better than the year before, but it ended on a horrible note. After blowing up my uncle Vernon's sister in a fit of rage, I made way to the Leaky Cauldron, where eventually met the Minister of Magic and learned that Sirius Orion Black, the right hand of the Dark Lord Voldemort and the secret keeper that betrayed my parents to their deaths, had escaped from Azkaban and was now looking to kill me to avenge his fallen master.
Third year began with another near-death experience, when Dementors boarded the Hogwarts Express, and one of them nearly kissed and ripped out my soul. After a fortunate rescue from the new DADA teacher, Remus John Lupin, I once again found stuck in the school infirmary.
As the year continued, I was nearly killed by Dementors interfering during a Quidditch game and the mystery surrounding Sirius Black was taken up to be solved by the Golden Trio. During the course of their investigation, we learned that Professor Lupin was once best friends with my father, Black, and Pettigrew, that the quartet formed the famous pranking group that the Weasley twins tried to emulate, that my father was a Stag Animagus, and by the time the year finally came to an end, we learned that everything they had been told about Sirius Black was a lie.
Sirius never betrayed the Potters, because he was never their secret keeper. That honour had gone to Pettigrew, and the rat has shown his true colours by selling out them to Voldemort, and then setting up Sirius to take the fall. With the entire Wizarding world agreeing Sirius was at fault, he was thrown into Azkaban without even receiving a proper trial.
After learning the truth behind the Potter's betrayal, we tried to help Sirius prove his innocence by capturing Pettigrew. But our efforts were foiled by the arrival of Snape and the full moon turning Moony into a werewolf. In the resulting mayhem, Pettigrew somehow managed to escape and Sirius was caught by the Ministry. With Sirius once again in custody, Fudge refused to believe in his innocence and ordered the immediate death of Sirius. It was only through luck, and Hermione's fortunate access to a time turner, we were able to rescue Sirius and allow him to escape before Minister Fudge could return with some Dementors. At the closing feast, Gryffindor once again won the House cup, but this time there were no last-minute points to help them.
Summer after third year was painful, because I missed Sirius dearly. After learning the truth about the Sirius's innocence, I dreamt of escaping the Dursleys and living with someone who actually wanted to raise me? Unfortunately, Sirius's convict status and Dumbledore's inability to let me leave Privet Drive, prevented from doing so.
By the time fourth year started, the Death Eater attack on the Quidditch World Cup was the talk of the school. But that news was quickly overshadowed by the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament.
Since the tournament was only open to students who were of age, I was hoping to finally have a danger free year at school. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Once the Champions were announced during the Halloween feast, I was suddenly found named as the fourth Champion.
Despite best efforts to convince the staff and the students that I did not put my name into the cup, and was forced to compete in the tournament due to a binding Magical contract. As like past years, the students of Hogwarts were quick to blame me for ruining the tournament, and once again the teachers did nothing to help the situation. During this time our friendship was briefly broken up due to Ron's jealousy and Hermione not believing and calling him a cheater.
Through the course of the year, Harry learned about the first task from Hagrid, out flew a dragon to retrieve a golden egg, once again became friends with Ron and Hermione, solved the mystery behind the second task, went to the Yule ball with fellow Gryffindor Parvati Patil, swam through the Black Lake to retrieve on again/off again mate Ron, and finally ended the third task by agreeing to become Co-Champions with Cedric Diggory.
The moment the we touched the cup, we were expecting to return to awaiting fans, but instead we were port keyed to a graveyard in Little Harrington. Over the next hour I was forced to endure watching the death of Cedric, the resurrection of Voldemort, and the arrival of his Death Eaters. After being crucioed several times by the newly revived Dark Lord, I eventually duelled the man, and in a stroke of luck he managed to get to the portkey and used it to take Cedric's body back to Hogwarts.
Upon arrival, I immediately told Dumbledore and Fudge what happened at the cemetery, and while the headmaster didn't doubt his story, the Minister refused to believe a word he said. The year ended with Gryffindor once again in the lead for the House Cup, but with the death of a beloved student, and the threat of the Dark Lord's return, no cup was awarded, and no one gave a damn.
The summer after fourth year was brutal for, and thanks to Dumbledore I was once again on my own. After repeated attempts to contact Hermione, Ron, Sirius, and Remus, I was hurt when, I learned that headmaster had prevented anyone from writing, in fear that the letters would be traced back to Privet Drive by the Death Eaters.
Troubles after the tournament were compounded, when I was forced to defend my cousin and myself against two "rogue" Dementors that somehow appeared at Privet Drive. Use of magic was instantly recognized by the Ministry and I was ordered to appear in court to determine whether wand would be snapped.
The court date was first contact with the anyone over the summer, and thankfully the charges were dismissed once it was proven I didn't violate the Statute of Secrecy by performing magic in front of a squib and his cousin.
When September 1st arrived again, the Golden Trio finally returned to Hogwarts for their fifth year, and was made aware of the smear campaign the Ministry had run against Dumbledore and myself over the summer. With Rita Skeeter leading the charge, the sheep that made up the magical community were quite ready to accept that the headmaster had gone senile and that the Boy Who Lived was nothing more than an attention seeking brat that was lying about the Dark Lord's return.
Once the new year started, I was quick to have his run in with the Ministry appointed DADA teacher, Delores Jane Umbridge. Between detentions writing "I will not tell lies" with a blood quill, painful dreams from Voldemort through cursed scar, and running the Defence Association secretly from Umbridge and her Inquisition Squad.
As with the rest of his time at Hogwarts, my fifth year ended with a bang. After receiving a "vision" that Padfoot was being tortured at the Ministry by Voldemort and his Death Eaters, I along with several of my friends went to go rescue him. Our rescue attempt turned into a trap set by Voldemort, and in an intense fight for their lives, we rescued the prophecy the Death Eaters were searching for and managed to hold off Voldemort's inner circle long enough forth Order to arrive.
The resulting battle between the two groups was vicious, and I watched in fear as Sirius fought against his cousin and Voldemort's top Death Eater, Bellatrix Lestrange. Despite being an expert dueller, Sirius took the fight lightly, and in a fluke accident the stunner that hit him sent him through the Veil and cost him his life. I was furious with Sirius' death and in a fit of rage, and followed Bella into the Ministry antrum only to find that Voldemort had joined the fight. Before I could even begin to attack the man, who had ruined my life, Dumbledore arrived and duelled the Dark Lord himself.
The incredible feats of magic that the two Wizards were able to accomplish, made me realize how ill prepared I was to face a wizard as powerful as Voldemort, and how lucky I had been to survive the times that he had. The duel between the two powerhouses lasted long enough for the Minister and the Aurors to arrive and see for themselves that Voldemort had returned.
When the fight finally ended, the headmaster escorted us back to his office, and told the truth behind why I was targeted by the Dark Lord. After hearing the prophecy, I was furious at how little Dumbledore had done to help me become ready to face supposed destiny. Anger only grew when I realized that the lack of information directly led to him falling into Voldemort's trap and resulted in the death of his Sirius. Now more fun part is about to start, so if any questions before that please ask." Harry took a break. Everyone was at him with wide eyes, mouth open
"Are you saying that you have already fought basilisk, 100 dementors, dragon, merpole, different magical creatures, won Triwizard competition, 3 times Voldemort and you say fun is yet to come." Sirius questions, and when Harry nods, everyone see as if he is crazy.
"Then how about you continue and we see where it goes and crazy things you have done that can top this." James replies.
"Ok, after death of Sirius, I was completely broken, angry, frustrated, guilty and wanted nothing but revenge. For summer I was send to Dursleys' and my routine continued. Then one afternoon I received a letter with Gringotts seal on it. I opened it and it was letter about Sirius will reading and before I could reply, I was in Gringotts, around me there were Remus and Tonks. We realised that letter was a portkey into will reading room. Goblins informed us that Sirius had already paid for the portkeys and personal will reading room. Many secrets were revealed and I was very angry after revelations. First thing, Sirius did was annul marriage of Malfoy and Lestrange, then brought Tonks into family. Distributed assets, made me Lord Black and finally there was a message recorded in form of memory for me. In the message Sirius informed me that Dumbledore, Granger and Weasleys stole money and books from family vault and to take medical tests.
During each of their check-up's, Tonks and Remus found multiple Obviations, and loyalty potions keyed to Dumbledore. My physical found the same and a whole lot more. By the time the healer was done, they discovered several doses of love potions keyed to Ginny, loyalty potions keyed to Dumbledore, Granger and the Weasleys, a 70% Block on magical core, and a horcrux embedded within his cursed scar. The Goblin healer assured that the potions and Obviations could easily be reversed and the same went for the block Dumbledore placed on Harry. What concerned them was the horcrux."
"What Voldemort made Horcrux?" Sirius asks.
"He made Horcruxes. For other's A Horcrux was an object in which a Dark wizard or witch has hidden a fragment of his or her soul in order to become immortal.[3] Horcruxes could only be created after committing murder, the supreme act of evil. The process for the creation of a Horcrux involved a spell and a horrific act is performed soon after the murder has been committed.
Anyway, after several hours of deliberation with other healers on the Goblin payroll, I was given a choice. I could opt to remove the horcrux to another item which would be destroyed later, or could choose an option that would be significantly more painful, as well as life threatening, but potentially more rewarding. If I chose the second route, the Goblins would try to leech all the information the horcrux contained, before transferring it to another item. The pain was described as being equivalent to Crucio, and it would last as long as it took to remove the information. Unfortunately, once the process was started, they couldn't stop without causing permanent damage to my brain.
It took another two hours of yelling and screaming with Tonks and Remus, but finally I convinced them that the second option was the best for everyone. The more information we had on Voldemort, the quicker they could end this war.
Once the Goblins were made aware of decision. They moved me into one of their overnight rooms, and began to cleanse my blood of all the love and loyalty potions. The process took a little over twenty-four hours, and then the healers began to break down the block on core.
While time consuming, a little over ten hours, I was thankful the process wasn't too painful. After what I agreed to do with the horcrux, I didn't need any more painful procedures to add on to the misery he was about to endure.
The Goblins waited two days before starting on the horcrux. I wasn't sure how long the procedure actually took, but it felt like screaming for days. Thankfully the process was complete after two hours, and the healers immediately put me into a magically induced coma to give body time to heal.
By this time Tonks and Remus had been cleared of their conditions, and they used the time Harry was out commission to go to Su's house and explain to her what was happening. From what Tonks told Harry, Su was so furious with Dumbledore, Granger and the Weasleys, it took both her and Remus to stop her from taking the Knight Bus to Grimmauld place and hexing the lot of them.
Eventually she calmed down again, and agreed to go with Harry for his training. She forced Remus to use his influence as a professor to get her parents to let her skip out on the yearly family vacation. Luckily for everyone involved, since the Li's didn't have to be back for their daughter's return to Hogwarts, Remus and Su managed to convince them to turn their vacation into a second honeymoon and extend their trip until after Su started sixth year.
A day after Su moved into one of Gringotts's guest rooms, I was revived from his Magical coma. When the Healer was done checking through his core, she was stunned by the readings she received. The block placed by Dumbledore had done permanent damage to my core, and I would never reach his true potential.
The first few days in the alternate dimension, were hard. Between gaining extra power that I wasn't used to, and having his mind filled with Voldemort's memories, I was having a tough time concentrating. Eventually it was decided that I would need to learn the basics of Occlumency before I could go through with the rest of training.
While Tonks, Remus and Su dove into their sessions with the various teachers that came with them, I spent the next month learning how to meditate and catalogue his and Voldemort's memories. The process was brutal, and most nights would need a Dreamless Draught just to get into bed. Luckily, I had tons of support between his friends and his teacher, and by the time my birthday rolled around, I had gone through both his and the Dark Lord's memories.
It was disgusting to see the things Riddle had done to gain power. His memories gave all of Voldemort's knowledge up until the moment the killing curse destroyed him, and so I knew who all the DE were. I knew where Voldemort kept his secret caches of money, potions and equipment. But most importantly, I knew where all of Voldemort's horcruxes were. That knowledge gave me some hope. Now that we knew how survived as a wraith, I knew we final had a way to get rid of him for good.
As time passed, we continued to pour all our energy into studies. While Remus and Tonks only concentrated on a few things, Su and I pushed ourselves with all of teachers. By the time we were ready to leave the Chamber, we were ready for the war that was coming.
Remus who already excelled at DADA, used his time in the Chamber to improve his Transfiguration to Master status. Tonks who was already good at Transfiguration thanks to her Metamorphic ability, used her time to excel in her duelling and improved her Charms work, so that it was head and shoulders better than what she ever thought possible.
However, the pair that had the most benefit from the six-year learning experience, was Su and Harry. Su was most intelligent during Hogwarts but she kept her trait hidden and everyone thought Granger was the smartest witch of her age but only I knew the truth, she left the Chamber capable of being a Mistress of Transfiguration as well as Charms. She was also an accomplished Occlumence and thanks to her combat training, she was more than capable at hand-to-hand fighting.
Of all the people present, I gained the most benefit from the Chamber. Between the knowledge I gained from Voldemort, own incredible power levels, natural physical prowess in sports and battle, and innate ability to pick up spells, I was more than capable of getting a Mastery in Transfiguration, DADA, Duelling, Occlumency/Legilimency, and shockingly, Potions. It was an incredible surprise for me to learn that without Snape hovering over and ridiculing me in class, I was actually quite good at Potions.
While I was nowhere near Su's ability in mastering Charms, in Hand to Hand and Sword fighting teachers assured that with a few more years of training, and I would be able to receive a Mastery in those fields as well. Overall, the quartet were quite pleased with our time in the Chamber, and now looked to end the war as soon as possible.
Once we had re-entered the normal world, I caught up with the current events in the Magical community. Thankfully Riddle and his Death Eaters had a quiet summer, but the same could not have been said for the Ministry. In a surprise but pleasant move, the Wizengamot had finally done something right, and ousted Fudge as the Minister of Magic. It was supposedly a close race to find his successor, but luckily Amelia Bones had beaten out Rufus Scrimgeour and Theodore Nott Sr. to become the next Minister of Magic.
During the time spent pretending to do the mission Dumbledore assigned, I learned some startling information from the blonde pounce of Slytherin. After doing a passive legilimency scan on Draco, I learned of his orders from the Dark Wanker. When I realized Voldemort planned to use the vanishing cabinet in the R.O.R to attack Hogwarts, I thought of the perfect plan to take care of Riddle for good and quickly relayed the information to Amelia and Rufus, and after a day, I received a reply telling me the plan was a go.
The few months leading up to the Death Eater attack were dreadfully boring. After the amount of time, he spent training with Su and on his assignment from Dumbledore. Hermione, Ron and Ginny grew worried about the separation and became more forceful in their attempts to be with the pair.
While I knew I had to continue pretending to be friends with the three of them, I refused to spend any more time with them than necessary. With Su's help, I was able to convince them that they couldn't help with Slughorn, and that Dumbledore wouldn't appreciate their interference. Unfortunately, I couldn't use the excuse forever, and after delaying as long as possible, he eventually completed his mission and retrieved the horcrux memory from Slughorn.
The week before the Death Eater attack was scheduled to occur, I received the best news heard all year. After a meeting with Dumbledore in his office, I found out the old bastard had gone to retrieve a horcrux by himself, and managed to get himself cursed. As soon as I had seen to replica of the Resurrection Stone on Dumbledore's table, I knew the old man had been arrogant enough to put on the fake ring.
The night before the final battle, Harry implemented the first part of his plan. With Su, Neville, Susan, Luna and several of the DA members he trusted completely, the group attacked the Slytherin House. Using my parseltongue ability to override the door to the common room and the group systematically went through each of the rooms, stunning all the occupants.
Then using the Veritaserum Su purchased through the Goblins, we went through each of the Slytherin students and found which ones were going to participate in the attack. The process took up most of the night, but by the time the group was done, they had secured the help of the Slytherins that were unaware of the attack, and bound the remaining Slytherins in an empty class room that was sound proof, and warded against detection for the next twelve hours.
The next day I, Su and the students that were aware of what was happening, were all a nervous wreck. The assault wasn't scheduled until lunch time, so I was easily able to make his way to the R.O.R and make the alterations Sue had shown him, as well as move the cabinet to an empty and warded class room on the seventh floor. Thanks to my brilliant best friend, the change would make to the cabinet would still allow people to come through it, but it would fail to arrange their organs properly. In short, it was a one-way ticket to the other side and a nicer way to die than the Death Eaters deserved.
When the attack on the Castle finally began, the teachers didn't have to take care of the students, since several of the upperclassmen had already been instructed to move the non-combatants into the R.O.R.
Both sides fought viciously for their victory, and since neither side was willing to budge an inch, the death toll quickly increased. The ground was literally littered with dead students, Death Eaters, teachers, Aurors and Dark creatures. It was at this time that Dumbledore finally fell to Voldemort.
The curse from the stone has sapped too much of his magical core, and the old man was unable to block a killing curse from his opponent. Both forces were briefly stunned by the end of one of the most powerful men in history, and it was evident that the Light needed someone else to lead them. Before Voldemort could even gloat over his victory, I unleashed a stream of curses towards the smug Dark Lord.
The Light forces were surprised by the Boy Who Lived's audacity, but when they saw how well he was doing, it gave them heart to continue fighting. The duel between Harry and Riddle was brutal, and Harry was more than willing to use the Dark curses he picked up from Voldemort's memories. Eventually the fight came to an end, when I used quickness to evade one of Riddle's more deadly spell combinations, and respond with a killing curse that shocked the Dark Lord as it him.
The moment Voldemort fell to his death, the remnants of his army either surrendered to the larger forces of the Light, or somehow managed to escape in the chaos. When Harry was finally able to look upon the battlefield in peace, he couldn't stop the tears from falling down his face. The cost of victory had been high for the Ministry, but for me, victory had cost everything I cared about.
Su was dead and laid next to Luna's body. From the position they were in, it was obvious to Harry that the pair had been caught behind enemy lines. Despite the number of bodies that surrounded them, their skill hadn't been enough to escape.
When his eyes finally found the Granger and Weasley family, he was disgusted by what he saw. They had somehow managed to come through the battle intact, and unlike the others their clothes lacked the blood, dirt and tears that marked those who actually fought in the battle.
It didn't take a genius of Su's magnitude, to realize they had probably stayed back within the confines of the Castle. The moment I saw them begin to make their way towards me, I apparated away from the battlefield. He then met Remus and Tonks and offered them Grimmauld place to grow together.
It took days of drowning his sorrows in fire whiskey, before I finally made way to Gringotts. Took MPI test and came out 287 and 30% of actual core has been permanently damaged. Several months earlier, I had decided to leave Britain after the war, and since the Black assets had already been liquidated, I instruct his account manager to do the same for the Potter assets, minus the Potter Manor.
When I walked out of the Goblin bank for the last time, I walked away with 147 million galleons, the Potter Manor neatly held in a Goblin transport sphere, the entire library of the Potter and Black family, and most surprisingly, everything out of the Dumbledore family vault.
Apparently, the old bastard had a backup plan in the event he couldn't get control of the Potter family through the Weasleys. In case I died before marrying Ginny, Dumbledore created a fake set of adoption papers, that were coincidentally signed by me, and made me the beneficiary. Since Aberforth perished in the battle of Hogwarts, and Dumbledore didn't have any children, I didn't see any reason not to claim the vault as my own. After All, Dumbledore did adopt me into the family.
I had no intention of ever returning to Magical Britain. Thanks to the memories received from Voldemort; I knew of an island that Riddle bought early during the first war. Long before the Boy Who Lived came along, Voldemort and his Death Eaters were well on their way to victory, and the Island would help them keep control over the rest of the populace.
The Island Riddle purchased contained a small Manor for Voldemort's personal use, and thirteen massive Greenhouses that were filled with every type of plant that he could get his hands on. The rest of the Island was formed by a forest that was Magically expanded to rival the size of the Forbidden Forest near Hogwarts. Riddle spent years filling the forest with all types of magical creatures. Once he eventually won the war, it was his intent to control everything that was Magical. Without ingredients for Potions or Wands, all of Magical Britain would be dependent on him for its survival.
By Right of Conquest, I decided to claim the Island. Since no one but Riddle even knew of its existence, it was the perfect place for me to escape from the rest of the world. The next two years I spent alone on the island, keeping myself entertained with various projects.
Then during such project, I met Death. I would like all of you look through the memory of meeting Death. I have pensive and I will bring it." Harry runs into library to bring Pensive. Once he returns he removes memory and puts silvery thread in the pensive and every one enters the Pensive.
They all find themselves in the Gryffindor common room with only Harry and another lady present.
At 5'10" the stunning beauty was tall for a girl, and she easily towered over Harry's 5'5". The woman had silky black hair that hung down to her shoulders, and the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Her body was covered in a form fitting two-piece female muggle suit, and Harry was mesmerized by the sway of her hips, as she made her way towards him.
Harry was snapped out of his stupor, when her arrival began to affect three particular items that he always kept in his possession. The Elder Wand, The Resurrection Stone, and his father's cloak that was in the Mole-skin pouch on his waist, all began to heat up the closer she came to him. From his studies, he knew the three items were supposed to be the Deathly Hallows. While he was ready to admit that all of the items were incredibly powerful, he never really believed they actually made one the Master of Death.
So, it came as a huge shock, when the woman conjured a beautiful leather chair in front of him, sat down and said, "Hello, Master. It's good to finally meet you."
"Uh, I'm sorry, but who are you? Where the hell am I? And most importantly, why the hell are you calling me Master?"
Harry gulped softly as the friendly smile disappeared from the woman's face, and she replied, "Well, straight to business I see.
I guess I should just answer your questions in order than. First, my name is Death. Yes, THAT Death. I realize it's not the persona you were expecting to see, but this is me normally, so deal with it. Currently I have brought you into my realm, and I thought this room would help put you at ease. As for why I am calling you Master...it's because you are in possession of all three Hallows. As long as someone holds all three, they can prevent me from reaping their soul."
For some reason that he couldn't imagine, Harry knew the woman in front of him was really Death, and that she was telling him the truth. As her words slowly began to sink in for him, Harry couldn't believe the Hallows were real. He never thought anyone should have that type of power, and when he thought of why Death would want to speak to him, he figured it could only be about the items in his possession.
Quickly coming to a decision, Harry pulled off the ring that contained the Resurrection stone, grabbed the Elder Wand from his wrist holster and tossed both items to the woman in front of him.
"I'm sorry for holding on to those, mam, but I didn't think that the Hallows were real. If this is about me being your Master, then you have no need to worry, Lady Death. As far as I'm concerned, no one should have that type of power. You can have the other two Hallows back, but, if possible, I would like to keep my father's cloak. In return I promise when my time comes, I won't make a fuss."
Harry wasn't expecting the silence and cold stare from the woman in front of him. After a minute he became uncomfortable with the continued glare, and said, " If that's all, could you send me back please. I was working on a potion, and I should be adding the wolf hair soon."
Death looked upon the young man that was facing her in surprise. For thousands of years, she had been reaping the souls of mankind, and through those years she had seen few mortals that were truly pure of spirit. When she learned of her current predicament from her sister, Fate, Death asked her to help her find a Champion. Harry Potter from the Earth in Universe 3147, had been the person her sister sent to find. If his past actions had not convinced her, his current actions had more than shown that Fate had chosen the right Champion for her.
"You surprise me, Mr. Potter. Most of mankind is looking to find ways to escape my clutches, and yet here you are giving up your power over me so easily."
Harry shrugged uncomfortably under her piercing gaze. "Like I said before, ma'am, no one should have that type of power."
When Death slowly nodded her head in agreement, Harry silently let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"While your actions here are a pleasant surprise, this is not why I have brought you to my realm, Mr. Potter. I have need of a Champion, and my sister assures me that you are perfect for the role."
"You have a sister?"
"Yes, Mr. Potter. You may know her as Fate. She's quite whimsical really, but she's never steered me wrong before."
Harry was shocked by what he was hearing. Not only did he find out that he was the Master of Death, but now she wanted him to be her Champion too. The entire situation was so ridiculous, Harry did the only thing he could think of...he laughed.
Death watched as her hopeful Champion began to giggle slowly. A well-manicured eyebrow moved slowly up her forehead, when the giggling turned into full-fledged laughter. Here she was offering this mortal a chance at a better life by being her Champion, and he had the audacity to laugh at her? Unacceptable.
"Did I say something funny, Mr. Potter?" Death asked coldly.
The moment he heard her tone, Harry was filled with dread at the thought upsetting such a powerful entity. Hoping to appease her, he quickly controlled his mirth and replied, "My apologies, Lady Death, but I couldn't help but think how ridiculous this situation is. An hour ago, I was living the life of a hermit on my Island, and now Death herself wants me to be her Champion. It's a lot to take in all at once."
"Very well, Mr. Potter," Death replied, her tone slightly less icy than before. "Now, will you agree to be my Champion?"
Harry's natural reaction was to say no, but he had come far from the boy who jumped head long into any problem. Now he actually liked to gather as much information as possible, before making said leap.
"What exactly do you need me for, my Lady?", Harry asked curiously.
"To kill Voldemort, Mr. Potter."
Harry was stunned by her reply. He knew he had destroyed all of Voldemort's soul anchors to this world. There was no way the snake faced bastard escaped his death at the battle of Hogwarts.
"That's not possible, ma'am. I destroyed all his horcruxes. Tom can't still be alive."
Death winced at his statement, and she knew it was her fault for not being clearer. "My apologies, Mr. Potter. You're absolutely correct. The Voldemort of this world is dead and I thank you for returning his soul to me. The Voldemort I'm speaking of is from another world. It is this man, that I am recruiting you to defeat."
"Another world?"
"Yes, Mr. Potter. The Earth you live on, is just one of many. There are millions of Earths in the millions of different universes that exist in the multiverse."
Harry couldn't believe he was being asked to kill another Voldemort in another world. He'd already paid the price for his victory. What the hell was his counterpart doing? If he could win with all the obstacles he faced in his life, he couldn't fathom why his counterpart wasn't able to do the same.
"Uh, I'm sorry, Lady Death, but why can't the me from that world kill him?"
Death was pleased the young Wizard was asking questions and not rejecting her offer right away. Wanting to be honest with her potential Champion, she didn't hesitate to answer his question.
"The other you can't defeat Voldemort for me, because in that world he is a pseudo-squib and the Boy Who Lived is actually Neville Longbottom."
"Wait what?! I'm a pseudo-squib? What the hell is that? And Nev is the Boy Who Lived? Don't get me wrong, I love Nev. He's a great bloke, but I'm not sure if he's up for the challenge."
"I agree with you, Mr. Potter," Death replied with a small smile. "A pseudo-squib is someone who is a squib due to their magic not working, as opposed to someone who doesn't have any magic to begin with. The other you have a rare medical condition that caused his magical core to twist upon itself. As a result, he can feel the magic with him, but he can't get it to do anything."
Harry took a deep breath as he tried to take in everything he was hearing. If there were really millions of different worlds out there, and he really didn't have any reason to doubt Death, by the law of probability, some of those worlds had to end with Voldemort being the victor. If that's so, then why was this world's Voldemort so important?
"Why is this Voldemort so important, madam? If as you say there are millions of different Earths, there has to have been a few where Voldemort emerged victorious. What's so special about this one?"
Death wanted to be honest with her future Champion, but she didn't want to tell him about the power that could be available to him in the new world. If there was one thing the past 5000 years had taught her, it was absolute power corrupts absolutely. But then she remembered how easily Harry had given up his power over the Hallows, and with her sister's recommendation clearly in his corner, she knew she had to take a chance.
"This Voldemort is important, Mr. Potter, because if left unchecked, he will one day find an item that will grant him the ability to strip my power from me. As I'm sure you are aware, should someone of Voldemort's moral standards have my abilities, he will no doubt use it to subjugate all the worlds that I can go to."
"Merlin's beard," Harry cursed softly to himself. "What kind of item would give him such an ability."
Death was willing to trust and be honest with her Champion, but even she would not dare to tempt fate. "The item is not important, Mr. Potter. I don't need you to look for it, or try to destroy it. What I need you to do, is kill Voldemort before he has an inkling that something like that even exists."
Harry was a little hurt that she wouldn't tell him what the item was, but when he took a second to think about it, he realized he would have done the same thing if he was in her position.
"Just out of curiosity, why is that world's Boy Who Lived not capable of doing the job?"
Death gently massaged her head, when she heard the question. Neville Longbottom had been a pain in her neck in many worlds, and she cursed her sister for making him the Savior in the world she needed Voldemort to definitely lose.
When she saw Harry was waiting patiently for her reply, she sighed and replied, "In most of the worlds where Voldemort is a problem, the Boy Who Lived is usually you. You and your counterparts have a success rate of 92% in defeating the Dark Lord. In the worlds where Neville is the Boy Who Lived, the opposite hold true. With his failure rate, I can't leave this Voldemort up to him."
Harry momentarily allowed himself to bask in his and his counterpart's ability to defeat the Dark Wanker. It was nice to know he was good at fulfilling his destiny, no matter what universe he was in. Once he was done revelling in his glory, Harry seriously considered helping Death. Should any version of Snake face get a hold of Death's powers, he knew it would be bad for everyone.
The Gryffindor in Harry was screaming to jump up and say yes, but the Slytherin in him was urging caution. With Neville's success rate, Harry already knew he was going to say yes to Death. He couldn't risk Voldemort ever getting possession of her powers. But just because he was going to fight for her, didn't mean he couldn't try to get the best price for his services.
"I understand your predicament, Lady Death, and I might consider agreeing to become your Champion. But what are you offering me in return?"
When she heard his request, Death wanted to jump up and down with joy. She was now positive her Champion was going to fight on her behalf, and she was more than willing to make the deal as sweet as possible for him.
"The world I want to send you to is several years behind your own. While your world shares many similarities with the other one, they also have many differences. For instance, in the other world, your parents did not die on Halloween. While Peter still betrayed them to his master, Voldemort chose to attack the Longbottom's, and sent Bella, Rudolph, Rabastan and Crouch Jr. to deal with your family. Fortunately, that night Sirius was visiting your parents, and when they arrived the three of them managed to defeat the four Death Eaters. Meanwhile Voldemort killed Neville's parents and he became the Boy Who Lived."
Death could see the hope flash across Harry's green eyes, and disappear just as quickly. The moment it did, she knew what was bothering him.
"You are concerned about your counterpart?"
Harry nodded his head in answer. "Then allow me to ease your worries, Mr. Potter. Your counterpart has spent the last several years pushing his friends and family further away from him. He is bitter at his being a squib, and over the years his attitude has only gotten worse. Even though he has found a way to treat his magical core, his future still looks bleak. Should he fail infixing his malady, it will result in his death before his eleventh birthday. Should he succeed in fixing his core, the bitterness he developed only worsens as he gets older. By the time Voldemort makes his return, your counterpart will join him, and eventually he will rise through the ranks and become one of the Dark Lords most valued Death Eaters."
Harry couldn't believe the other version of him would join Snake face, but he didn't think Death would lie to him. He didn't want to take over someone's life, but if their only options were death or turn evil, Harry was willing to do it. "If I said yes, how would this work? Obviously, I'm a lot older than the me in the other world. What happens to my body? Do I still keep my magic, or do I have to use his?"
"Since you will be living in the new world, you would have to leave your current body behind. Once your counterpart's soul leaves his body, I will push your soul and magical core into his. This should not only blend your abilities with his, but the merger of his core with yours, should also fix the problems Dumbledore caused by blocking your core for so long. If anything, it might even make you stronger than what you might normally have been in your original world."
The merging of the two cores was pretty straight forward for Harry, but the abilities' part still confused him. "What did you mean about blending our abilities, Lady Death?"
"Parselmouth is an ability you gained when you defeated Voldemort for the first time on Halloween," Death explained. "It is now a part of your magic, and will be passed down to your future descendants. Also, all of the skills you have gained in your eighteen years, will be added to the skills your counterpart's body already possess."
"What skills does my counterpart possess?" Harry asked curiously.
Death snapped her fingers and a small brown file suddenly popped into her hands. She flipped through it and said, "Your counterpart is smart, Mr. Potter. If you need a point of reference, he's probably smarter than your friend Miss Li. He's also very adept at Runes. At the age of 9 he discovered a way to allow magic to work with Muggle electronics, but kept the discovery a secret. He's also quite good at investing. A true money maker."
Harry was stunned that a little kid had discovered something that people in his world still hadn't figured out. But what caught his curiosity was the point Death made about investing. He could see a kid that was smarter than Hermione figuring out runes, but he couldn't understand how a kid his counterpart's age could be good at investing. Kids that age rarely had access to enough money to make an investment worthwhile.
"Sorry to interrupt ma'am, but how does a little kid even get enough money to work the market?"
Death flipped through a few more pages in the file and explained, "At the age of seven your counterpart determined since he was a squib, his parents would Obliviate him and send him to an orphanage once his Hogwarts letter failed to appear. While this wasn't true, and his parents loved him regardless of his magic, he still believed it. Since he didn't want to give up his knowledge of the magical world, he prepared himself to escape into the muggle world, rather than be Obliviated. Knowing he would need money, he wrote to the Potter accounts manager and asked about his trust fund. When he was born his parents deposited 5000 galleons into his trust vault. Every year since then, 1000 galleons has been deposited. At the age of seven he had roughly 11000 galleons or 110000 pounds in his trust vault. While he wasn't allowed to withdraw money until he was eleven, he realized the rules didn't prohibit him from investing the money. After researching several muggle companies, he instructed the Goblins which companies he wanted to invest in and made enough money to open a separate account and return his original trust fund money with a fifteen percent interest."
Harry always believed Su was one of the smartest people he ever met, but he doubted even she could have done what his counterpart did. The little bastard may have been a Death Eater in waiting, but there was no question as to his brilliance.
"How much money did he end up making?"
Death knew Harry was a little put out by the younger Wizard's success compared to his own at the same age, and so she took little joy in shocking her new Champion. "You will be taking over his body a month before his eleventh birthday, and by that time his investments will have earned him 14 million galleons. That's after he returned the original seed money plus interest tohis trust vault."
"Merlin's balls, that kid is smart," Harry exclaimed in awe.
Death only grinned and nodded her head in agreement. "So, Mr. Potter. What do you think?"
Harry thought about the world she was offering him, and he had to admit the new world was better than his own. He didn't think he would ever be able to complete his promise to Sirius in his own world, but he just might have a chance in the new one.
"When it comes to Snake face, how similar is the new world to mine? Does he still have horcruxes? Are they the same?"
Death sighed because she knew this was the question, she was truly afraid of. Not wanting to hide anything from her Champion, she continued, "Yes, he has horcruxes, and yes they are the same. At some point you will have to remove the one in Mr. Longbottom to succeed. Barring any drastic changes you may make to the timeline, most of the events leading up to your fourth year should be the same in the new world. The major difference will come at the end of the third task in the Triwizard's Tournament. Instead of coming back in the mutilated body you dealt with, Voldemort will be reborn in a body more powerful than his original one."
Voldemort was tough a tough bastard to begin with, and Harry couldn't fathom him being even more powerful. "Why the new body?", he asked. "How much stronger will this body make him?"
"During the first war in your world, Mr. Potter, Voldemort only looked through a few of the tombs he stole from the families that he killed off. As such he poured most of his time into creating the Island you now live on. In the other world Voldemort was more thorough in his reading. He came upon an ancient text that allowed a person to create a Homunculus and then give it real life by adding a person's soul to it. The new body would require the willing deaths of a married Witch and Wizard, and once Voldemort's soul was added to the new body, his core would meld with the cores of the two others. Before he made his attempt on Mr. Longbottom's life, Voldemort had already sacrificed two of his followers to create the Homunculus. By the time he is ready to be reborn, his new body will have been magically aged to 25 years and he will be in the prime of his life."
The silence that followed was tough for Death. Thanks to Fate she knew Harry was her best bet to keep her powers, but she was afraid he would refuse to fight against such odds. All her doubts were put to rest, when she heard him say, "I'll do it, but I have some conditions."
Death was thrilled when Harry agreed to be her Champion, and she was more than willing to accommodate any reasonable conditions.
"Sure thing, my Champion," she answered happily. "What can I do for you?"
"First, a small question. How tall will I be in my new body?"
Death was a little taken aback by the random question, but she still went through the file Fate gave her. "Since your new body will be healthy, at the age you enter you will be 5'0" tall. At your peak physical maturity, you will stand at 5'8" in height."
Harry thought for a second and then replied, "My first condition is that I want to be taller once I reach physical maturity. I'm tired of having to look up to most of the people in the Wizarding world. Can you, do it?"
Death shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head in agreement. "Sure. It'll be a sinch to stimulate the bones when I'm putting you into the new body. Any particular height you're looking for?"
"As long as I hit 6'0" I don't care."
Once Harry saw Death nod her head again, he continued with the second item on his list. "I also want to take everything I have in this world with me. That includes the Island I'm living on."
Death knew the second request was a little more extensive, but she decided it was still doable. "Fine. Once you're in the new world, I'll transport the Island and everything else you have here to a new location in that world. I'll leave the knowledge of the location in your mind."
"I would also ask for permission to tell family the truth. Only Potter's and people important to me?"
Death was in deep thought.
"Fine I will allow you to tell the truth but I will give you spell so that you can create a block in their mind so that no one can find the truth using any kind of mind tricks. Anything else?"
"Just one last thing," Harry replied hesitantly. "I have some properties here that I didn't end up selling to the Goblins. They're quite valuable and I would like to get rid of them before I leave. My account manager made an offer for them, but I've been too busy to worry about it. I was hoping you could help me sell the properties before I leave."
Death was well aware that Harry wasn't normally so materialistic, so she found herself curious at his sudden desire to accumulate wealth. "That should be fine, Mr. Potter, but may I ask why this sudden concern you have for money?"
Harry blushed at the thought of Death thinking he was being greedy and replied, "You're pretty much giving me a second chance at life. With the knowledge I have now, and what I would gain once I blend with my counterpart, I have a real chance at making a difference in the world. If the new world's government is anything like the one from my world, then the Magical community has been stagnant for too long. If I can help drag them into the future, maybe there can finally be an end to the pureblood supremacists that rule our world."
Death smiled when she realized what he was planning to do. She recalled the talks he had with Miss Li during their time together in the Chamber, and she applauded his decision to make a difference in the world. As long as he still took care of Voldemort for her, she was more than willing to help him achieve his goal.
Happy that her new Champion hadn't suddenly turned into a greedy bastard, Death snapped her fingers and a trunk suddenly appeared in front of her. "Here you go, Mr. Potter. The three properties have been sold to the Goblins, and the trunk now holds the 325 million galleons you received as payment."
"325 million?", Harry asked in awe. "The Goblins only offered me 175 million for all that land. How did you get so much?"
Death smiled smugly and replied, "You just have to know how to negotiate, Mr. Potter. Besides, with two gold mines and several deep reservoirs of oil that were found on the three properties, the land was easily worth more than 400 million. The Goblins were making a low offer, and they expected you to counter back. You never did. The price I got you was the best they could give at the moment."
Harry didn't know what to say. He got everything he wanted out of the deal, and Death didn't even hesitate to give it to him. Intellectually he knew he was getting paid for his services, but a part of him still felt like he was taking advantage of the situation.
"Thank you very much for your efforts, Lady Death. While I'm in the new world, would you like me to destroy the Hallows there as well?"
Death was slightly touched by his words, and smiled kindly at her Champion. "There is no need to do that, Mr. Potter. I rarely make the same mistake twice. The Hallows only exist in your world. In the new world you will go to, I never interacted with the Peverell brothers, so there is nothing for you to do."
"Wow. I wonder how my dad got through Hogwarts without his Invisibility cloak?"
"Oh, he still had the Cloak, Mr. Potter. It just wasn't as powerful as the one you have."
When she saw the confused expression on Harry's face, Death explained, "The cloak was actually created by the youngest Peverell brother. The man was a master at Enchantment, and I have no doubt he could have given Merlin a run for his money in that department. The cloak Ignotus created was quite powerful by itself, and it was more than capable of avoiding almost all forms of magical detection. It wasn't until I added my power to it, that I made it invisible to everything, even me."
Harry was happy that his dad still had the cloak, and offered Death a chance to fix his as well. "Since I already gave you the other two Hallows, if you want, you can take back your power from my cloak."
"Keep it," Death replied. "Without the other two Hallows it won't really affect me too much. Besides, after everything you've been through, you deserve it."
Harry grinned happily in response. He was glad he would be able to keep his advantage. "I'm ready when you are, ma'am. Just tell me what to do."
"That part is easy, Mr. Potter. All you have to do...is die."
Harry felt his eyes widen in surprise, but before he could do anything, Death's palm connected with his head and his world turned dark.
"Now, everyone knows why I came here. So, I will be taking the war to Voldemort and if you want to help then I am sorry kids but you will have to train to defend as I will be one to take the war against Voldemort and I don't want my family to die this time. I want everyone to start with Occlumency. Now I know I have given everyone lot to think. So, I will take my leave. Besides, some things are remaining to discuss such as vault of Gryffindor and Emrys, which I would like to continue tomorrow in the afternoon."
All the members went to sleep and were waiting for some more revelations.