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Reborn from Ashes

Meeting Deities and Parents.

Previously on Reborn from Ashes

Then he heard a beautiful feminine voice from behind.

"Master…"

Now

"Master…" Harry looked back and saw a beautiful woman in a black dress that was stuck in the right curves. She had a beautiful face that looked aristocratic with pure black eyes. She radiated power like nothing he ever faced before. As he has faced the daemon king that was something worth saying. Even the king's power was like a candle next to the sun near this lady.

But he was confused because she called him 'master'. How did he become her master? Did she confuse him with someone else? How can a being like she can become a servant to another? Her overwhelming power was cold and it reeked the feeling after like a human killed with a killing curse. The feeling was very similar. It felt like… Death?

"Are you Death?" he felt childish asking her.

"Hello, master". He could feel her amusement in that voice. But her voice was so cold.

"H.. Hi, why am I here? Am I dead?"

"No, no you are not dead, you are my master. I cannot kill you."

"Ma.., master? I thought that it was just a story made up by my ancestors to scare other people. You gave them tools that could make them master you?"

"Your ancestors were cunning people. The most cunning one was the third one. He was the first master of death."

"First master of death. There are others? How did he die if he was your master?"

"No master, there are only two masters of death. You and Ignotus Peverell. He killed his first brother when he was asleep. He encouraged the second brother to suicide. Whispered in his ears that death is a great end to his sufferings". He could hear her growl in her voice.

"And, his demise, Ignotus begged me to take his life. While I couldn't pinpoint him I knew where he was. The cloak is made from my essence. While I couldn't take his life I was with him always. I knew his ambition to beat and master death. No mind barriers and occlumency can stop me"

At this statement, he brought his impenetrable mind shields to full power. But her presence in his mind didn't get ejected out. She laughed. But it was a chilling sound that sent shivers down his spine. Since his training, it was the first time he felt so powerless. But she continued.

"I whispered in his ears every day, night, and every minute every second. While he knew I couldn't take his life but I had his family, his loved ones. He was so paranoid he would look back on his shoulder every moment. After three centuries he became a bored shallow man who was once a great cunning warmage."

"He didn't lose his life to me at first but I took his powers. He just became a shadow of a man before. His paranoia affected his mind and brain. He was a very powerful man, with the wand I gifted to them he became even more powerful. He might be even more powerful than you". 'Now that was something else.' He thought.

As much as modest he was, but he knew that he was very powerful. Maybe he was the most powerful wizard in the world for about a millennia. He had more power than Voldemort and much more control than Dumbledore. He would be able to defeat Voldemort and Dumbledore that fought in his fifth year at the same time.

Even if Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Tom Riddle in their prime won't be enough to defeat him. According to Morgana, wizards who might be able to defeat him were Merlin, Morgana herself, Gryffindor, and maybe Herpo the Foul. He was one of the most powerful wizards to ever walk on his dimension. He could make his imagination into reality by using his magic. But to his speculation, he gained this power to become the equal of not Voldemort, but The Daemon King.

"Ignotus like Tom Riddle was afraid of me that he wanted to avoid me, delay me, and master me. But there is no true master of death, it is just a fantasy, an idea, a goal that can never be achieved by anyone. Even the most strong-willed man will beg me to take their life". Death whispered in his ear.

"But I didn't take away my hollows; they were still on earth. Ignotus before his death bound the hallows to earth, to his family. He made changes to hallows, the family magic was embedded in them. The cloak will be just an invisibility cloak for others. When a Peverell uses it, no spell, no wards, no eyes, and no creatures can detect the cloak and man under it".

"The stone can bring a non-Peverell the shade of the loved and desired ones to them. But a Peverell can use them as he likes. He could study knowledge from them, he could find their deepest secrets. The shades won't be able to lie to a Peverell using the stone". Now that was news to Harry. He could have used the stone to study more magic from the greatest wizards using the stone.

Death continued "The wand when used by others will give them more power. But a Peverell can use the wand to its full power. The wand will fight on its own when a Peverell is in danger". He found out that in the battle against the king. "The wand will remember the spells and knowledge of its previous masters. This knowledge and spells can be used by a Peverell". Now Harry regretted not using the elder wand even after his training.

Harry wanted to study magic. He needed to know the limits of magic. He appreciated it. Magic was always an escape for him. Escape from Dursley's to Hogwarts to study magic. Escape from order to become an apprentice to Morgana to study magic. So after deep in so much knowledge of magic, it always refreshed him. Magic always opened his eyes. It changed his vision of him.

After being so much in tune with magic, he was able to feel it. He could roughly deduce a man's personality just by feeling his magic. He didn't even need to use legilimency. He even studied to use the unforgivable.

He never forgave himself for not using his full potential in Hogwarts. He was the most powerful student in his years throughout Hogwarts. Maybe he was the most powerful one in Hogwarts in his fifth year apart from some staff members. Not even professor Mcgonogal couldn't drive away a hundred dementors using a single Patronus. But he always slacked off with Ron because it was easy and convenient.

Ron never liked Harry getting top marks. He wanted all the position, marks, and fame but he was not ready to work for it. Hermione never liked anyone getting better than her. The behavior of Hermione towards him in potion class of the sixth year was proof for it. But as much as he disliked them, their works for resistance against Voldemort was one Harry always respected. Ron's tactics and Hermione's skill for researching were always valuable. For the resistance both his former friends behaved neutrally towards him.

Harry shook out of his thoughts as he heard death continue "So I was surprised when I felt another one mastering me. For about two millennials I never got this feeling. I was angry, but I was also intrigued by my new master. I found you a meek and scrawny boy. The boy didn't use the wand as his prize. The boy didn't pester people who passed on for their secrets. He only used the cloak. But also he was not aware of his new position. I read your mind, Harry Potter. You were not afraid of me. You were afraid that I would take you before you would be able to defeat your rival. You accepted me. At your time of death, you would greet me like an old friend".

"You were one of the few who was not wary of me. You accepted and understood that death was a part of life. I was even more intrigued when I found out that you were touched by my sister".

"Your sister?" Harry asked.

"Yes, my sister's fate. She touched you by placing a prophecy about you". At this Harry began to feel angry. The prophecy was the thing that destroyed his life. It took away his parents, Sirius, neutrally and many of his loved ones. He had a madman after him because of the prophecy. His sense of normal life was thrown away by the prophecy. But hearing that Death's sister did something in his mind. He wanted to hurt this new deity, as much as ridiculous as it sounded.

But it all ended when he felt Death's hand on his cheek. He looked at her with eyes that bore all the pain, hatred, and loathing towards everyone that wronged him.

Death could feel his hatred towards his sister from his eyes. But before she could tell him more she felt her sister's presence in her realm. She looked behind him and smiled a sad smile that was reciprocated by her sister.

Seeing that death is smiling at someone behind him he looked back. There was a woman in a pure white dress like death's black one. She was the icon of beauty with blonde hair and grey eyes. But unlike death she just had power. Nothing could be felt from this magic. It was just power, no warmth, or coldness can be felt from this. But from the sad smile that is adorning her face, he understood that it was Fate. The hate that was directed at her was gone but still, there were some remnants. He just asked her a question "Why?''

Fate was a deity that existed for longer than anyone could count. She had given a gift to some people that allowed them to give information about people that had been touched by her. They are called seers. She had touched many people throughout history. There are countless prophecies around the world after all. But none had been as interesting as the one before her.

Harry Potter was a very interesting man. Only a mere number of mortals has seen a deity while they are alive. But he had seen two of them while alive. No one before in history has seen two deities at the same time. But his question asked with such pain brought some tears to her eyes.

"I never selected you but Tom Riddle did select you as his equal. I don't want to see anyone suffer, my child".

Harry nodded and he could hear the honesty and sincerity in her voice. He was also startled to see the tears in her grey eyes. He didn't know that deities could cry. Could they? Fate laughed hearing his thoughts and he smiled sheepishly.

Fate looked at him in a small amusement. "You, my child, became more than equal to him. You brought the soul of a monster who tried to escape from my sister's clutch. You are powerful and also loyal, you never backed down from a challenge, you became his equal through sheer hard work and determination. You are a man that even became a topic of discussion among us my child".

Harry just blushed from the praises. Getting the approval of two mighty deities is not something you get every day! Fate was happy that Harry was a very powerful mortal but simply blushing was proof that he is pure-hearted.

Death said from his side "Yes you are different, master. But also you can have immortal life, a sad, haunting but immortal life. But even now you have already accepted death. This is why I have decided to give you another chance".

Harry looked shocked by that word. He looked at death like she was crazy. But schooled his emotion with occlumency. He contemplated the second chance from death in his mind. He knew that there must be some kind of payment for this, so he asked.

"What is the catch?"

"There is no catch".

Harry sighed air he never knew that was holding. But before he could say something, death continued.

"No, there will be one condition."

"What is it?". He asked warily.

"I want you to be the master of death again".

"What?". Harry asked dumbly.

"I want you to be the master of death again". Death repeated once more.

"Wh,..why?" he asked death.

"Only Peverells can be masters of death. The Peverells got the deathly hallows of my version. But they had more essence of death than your deathly hallows. The master of death will become a god in their world. I want you to become the master of death and destroy the Hallows Harry. The master of death in their world has the power that can affect all the dimensions. Ignotus Peverell was not a master of death in that world. He avoided me for some time then greeted me like an old friend and passed his cloak to his son".

A master of death with godly powers really made Harry apprehensive.

"You can have a life that has been denied for you, Harry Potter". Fate said from his side.

He wanted to have peace. If death was the answer for that he would gladly accept it. But he also wanted to take this offer. His morals and Gryffindor's side were compelling him to take this offer.

"You can have peace in that world, Harry Potter". Death said, reading his mind. "You can have a family that you always wanted. You can have parents and children of your own".

"What about Voldemort? Is he alive there? Where am I going?"

Death was really happy hearing these questions. Master was at least considering the offer. He is not outright dismissing it. She dutifully answered these questions.

"Yes, Voldemort is alive where you are going". Seeing his frown she quickly continued. "Don't worry. You don't have to deal with him. It is your choice. If you want to face him you can but if you want a life without him and his monstrosities you also can have that".

"There is another chosen one in their world to face him and end him".

"There will be another Harry Potter in there?"

"Yes and No"

"What do you mean by that?"

"You will see". Fate told him with a sly smirk on her face. Harry just shrugged this smirk from his mind. It looked like Fate saw something else that she was not ready to share.

Then he asked the question that came into his mind after hearing about another Harry Potter. "If there is another Harry Potter, what about me?" I don't think it would be wise if the wizarding world saw two boy-who-lives running around". He said with an annoyed tone.

"There won't be two Harry Potters because you won't be a Harry Potter".

"What?" he asked as he had not heard her. "What do you mean?"

"You, master, won't be Harry potter. But another man. Another man, who died in this world before he was five years old. You will become him. You will receive his mind and his knowledge. But you will also have knowledge of Harry Potter in your world. You won't be able to do the magical spells when you go right then. I don't think it will be wise for the wizarding world to see a five-year-old wizard be more Powerful than Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Grindelwald combined".

"Train your mind, body, and magic. You can have your own life. Just be the master of death, Harry Potter".

"Am I a Peverell there?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Yes, you are."

"I will unite all three hallows in that world, And I won't disappoint you both". Harry answered with a firm nod.

Hearing this declaration both deities smiled. It was then Fate told him another important thing.

"You are so much. By your mother, father, godfather, and the people who owe you their life. You are the champion of death, touched by fate, and blessed by magic herself".

"Blessed by magic?".

"Yes, blessed by magic. How do you think you could be so gifted? You became superior to a wizard who spent half of his life collecting knowledge and practicing magic. It was magic who blessed you by making you the heir of the Eveningshade family".

"It was the deity magic herself who told me to approach Morgana LeFay to tell her to gain an apprentice. And you rewarded her by slaying the daemon king".

"Daemon king,... Magic. How?"

"The daemon king is a foul creature, my child. It was created by the hatred, suffering, and misery of people. Even the worst dark lords do not use demonology for a reason. Voldemort thought he could control the demons. He thought himself more powerful than everything, a god. It was where he was wrong. When he saw the power of The Daemon king he became afraid. But he became even more afraid when you slaughtered The King".

Fate continued "He thought you were beneath him. When you killed the king he understood that you were not beneath but superior to him. That is why he tried to flee. Because he knew that the next time you meet it might be his last fight. He tried to flee using an incomplete ritual. He wanted to escape you before you overcome your injuries. The ritual would have killed him. But you killed him. You should die now but your magic and your status as master of death is the only thing preventing it. We are giving you a second chance, use it wisely". The last sentence was serious and Harry knew it was a warning to not try to double-cross death.

Death said from where she was "As for your question, The Daemon King's magic is different from other creatures. It is parasitic. It decays other magic. Had Daemon king survived for longer the magic in your world would have diminished". Looking at his paling face Death reassured him quickly.

"Magic will never die, Master. She will be in your world until her powers bloom powerfully again. But she will be weak for some years. She is thankful for your work, Master".

"She says that you are blessed by her, Harry. She feels like she owes you and she will give one more gift if you choose to accept our offer". Fate said from where she stood.

"What gift?"

"Time will tell, my child."

"All right". He took some breath from where he stood and looked into the dark eyes of death and said. "I am ready".

Death nodded her head and walked straight to Harry, looked in his eyes, and said. "Live your life, Master. Enjoy it". Then she touched his forehead. A bright white light came from the spot she touched. The light covered Harry for some movement before it suddenly cut out. But no Harry was standing there.

Harry never felt so much pain. Even pain from cruciatus curse and pain from his time of apprenticeship could not match this. He felt his soul tearing. It only took a moment. Then he felt like flying for like five minutes. The feeling continued then it stopped.

He felt like lying somewhere. He was lying in bed. He opened his eyes and saw blue walls and ceiling. There was a wardrobe in the corner of the room. He tried to stand up and walk but stumbled after a few steps. He looked in the mirror at the side of the room and saw a boy about five years old…

Five years old… he was five years old. Harry never thought he would be in a situation like this. He coughed a few times and looked in the mirror in horror. He looked at his hands. They were tiny. Scars and the battle-hardened hands were nowhere to be seen. They were small and smooth hands.

Before he could muse anything rapid footsteps were heard. The door was opened soundly and a woman in her twenties looked at him worriedly, before sweeping him and taking him to his bed before tucking him in. Then started chastising him.

"What are you doing out of bed Harry? You could have called me? How are you? Are you all right now?". This all came in rapid french. The only thing he could do was sit upright and hug her.

She stopped her rambling and started to hug him back tightly. The hug was not the hug like Molly Weasley's or Hermione's, it felt comfortable and… homely like a mother's.

He tried to calm his emotions using his impenetrable occlumency. To his horror, his impressive shields were not there. Feeling overwhelmed he cried to the woman's shoulder who soothed him. After some time he stopped crying and looked at the woman. She was a blond-haired beauty

She had blond hair with streaks of brown hair. She also had bright blue eyes.

Before he could analyze her another man came into the room. He was about six feet tall. He looked to be in his late twenties. He had brown hair with brown eyes. He could see a small number of muscles inside his clothes, a classic gentleman, seeing his posture Harry thought.

He came over and hugged both him and the woman who was hugging him. After some soothing Harry began to feel his exhaustion. Seeing his expression both his parents kissed his cheek and bid him goodnight. But before the light could vanish he saw his name on the name board on his door.

'Hadrian Laurent Cartier'


Author's note,

Dear readers,

I have completed the second chapter of the story 'Reborn From Ashes'. The story will have real similarities to the story 'Phoenix From the Ashes'. The story will continue. There will be a divergence from the story 'Phoenix From the Ashes'. I will try to publish the second chapter as soon as I can. The Harry Potter in the story will be powerful but not powerful as the one in his first dimension. He won't become powerful overnight. He will train for years. Many incidents that happened during the war, Harry's relationship and life during the war, how he became the leader of light, and how he gained many names during the war will be written in upcoming chapters. I hope you will forgive me for the grammar mistakes.