Title:

Make It Worth It

Summary:

Multiverse Agent, Harold Potter, loves to watch a version of himself, being raised by his parents. But when the boy dies, he decides to steal the life for himself. Now he's stuck in an Elder Scrolls type world, mixed with traces of Dragon Ball Z & Naruto. He quickly realizes, even if he has his parents, they don't call it "Medieval" for nothing. De-aged, Spank, Yaoi

A/N:

I haven't written a good old Harry Potter fic in a while. So here is my attempt at getting back into the genre. Just a fun slice of life story, in a more bizarre world.

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● Chapter 1

I grinned as I walked through the halls of the archives. Though this worked a bit differently then a typical archive. Instead of rows of file cabinets, there was an endless number of desk, set up like spider webs.

Each desk had a line on the floor, connecting to several other desk, which then branched out into more. This represented the various universes in a cosmos. Each created through a block hole punching out into a big bang, at the other side. Whenever a black whole finally punched itself into a new dimension (on the other side of it), a new desk would appear, connected to the correct dimension... it was hard to navigate at first but eventually a pattern developed in the chaos.

There were 42 wings like this, each devoted to a different cosmos. With each cosmos being made up of an infinite number of universes and pocket dimensions.

With the up to date history of each, available for our viewing... though, as a field agent, monitoring them wasn't actually one of my duties... though their were no rules against it. If anything, this passed as our entertainment, watching what other versions of yourself got up to. It could be fun... and sometimes an emotional train wreck... you just had to keep reminding yourself that those other yous, weren't really you... which, admittedly I was having a harder and harder time with.

This particular wing was for Cosmos 37, and was a good deal of fun to watch... but I was getting embarrassingly attached to one of the pocket dimensions. It wasn't even a full blown universe! Just a pocket dimension. Not even one of the bigger ones, but a singular world. Even if it was flat and was a giant land mass as big as a whole solar system.

There were various layers of the dimension. It was a large Sphere, like most, with each larger being made of 100 thousand miles thick, for each land and sky. Going up or down could lead to similar realms, which were ruled over by a different god.

Basically this cosmos was a mess of what we Multiverse Agents call "Crossovers". Now all universes had dimensions with Crossovers. That just described when different worlds overlap into one. Usually these dimensions were in between other, less flashy worlds. However this whole Cosmos was made up of nothing but Fantastic overlaps of ideas from other universes... it was like the gods really just made it for a laugh.

It was one of the more significan Cosmoses, being a prime number... however the dimension I spent most of my free time watching was, simply put, one of the least important.

I smiled as I took a seat in front of one particular desk... I know it's unhealthy, but the very fact such a dimension exist gives me hope.

Yes it was a more medieval style world. In both technology and culture, but it did have a few magical contraptions that mimic modern technologies or even the more advanced cultures. Such things weren't rare in fantasy worlds.

There were Short range radios, colored movie theaters (but no TVs), a Floo network (but large, or dangerous, shipments still had to be done by carriage transports), the rare Golem (but no proper robots)... yes the enchantments mimicked a lot of technology, but everything was still fairly medieval levels.

It was a Nirn world, based on the Elder Scrolls universes. With a few elements of Harry Potter, Naruto, and Dragon Ball Z. Such as the alien, or magical, races living all over the world. On their own continents, but also scattered between the others. The various individuals, from each dimension, were also present. However most of the champions were currently children... and my Agency was unaware if they would even be needed on this world, or if they would live more mundane lives.

There was no statue of secrecy, as everyone on the planet had magical potential (though not everyone studied it). The world was designed much like Elder Scrolls and Dragon Ball universes. A primitive culture with the occasional impressive technology. Although here it was more techno magic. The Breton Continent was seperated into city states called "Villages" despite how large they got. Much like Naruto universes.

It wasn't perfect, prejudice still ran wild and they had a more medieval level of culture.

However, the world's design and culture wasn't what intrigued me. I pushed a few buttons, and pulled up my favorite family in all the realms... There my family was. Well ... this version's rather extensive family anyway. The loved ones of Harry James Potter... or in this reality "Harold Slytherin Nee Evans".

I (he) was being raised by my parents, Lily Slytherin Nee Evans and James Gryffindor nee Potter. My (errr I mean this Harry's) Uncles Remus and Sirius, were over tonight. Hell even Severus Slytherin nee Snape was a consort of Lily. With Albus Gryffindor nee Dumbledore, as an honorary Grandfather (due to being James' Godfather). Even my (errrr his) biological grandparents were still alive. Even Aunt Petunia was a loving aunt to me (him) and good mother to her son Dudley... best of all, Vernon wasn't redeemed in this universe so much as executed by the Slytherin clan for being abusive.

Everything that can happen... happens somewhere, and in this world Voldemort never came to power. The man was content with his place as head of the Slytherin Clan. While he enjoyed a hobby as a healer, of all things... and one of my (his) uncles. Eagerly teaching this universe's Harry Parsel Magic.

Parseltongue was merely one of hundreds of "Bloodline" abilities the humanoid race of "Bretons" had. Their high levels of magic, mixed with their human adaptability, often manifested as special powers unique to each family line.

This universe's version of Parseltongue gave the user many snake like abilities (like Orochimaru from Naruto, who was actually part of this clan), but included the ability to talk to and command snakes. This power was even a lot more common. As every prominent family, which frequently landed in Hogwarts' Slytherin House, in my home dimension, were born to the various families that made up this clan.

So Sirius Slytherin nee Black, was more my distant Cousin, but he was still Dad's best friend and an officially adopted brother. It had been quite the in house scandal, when it was discovered Lady Black was abusing her children. The clan handled it as an inside matter (by beheading the woman... yeah child abuse was treated as it should be and worthy of the death penalty). They tried to get Sirius back, but the boy didn't want anything to do with his clan anymore, and Grampa wasn't going to force the boy no matter how much pressure the clan put on him... which admittedly wasn't much.

The Slytherins didn't want it getting out that something so horrible happened within their clan. So they settled for an agreement that Grampa could raise the boy, so long as he kept his mouth shut about the incident.

This is actually how Dad met Mom, as she was frequently going over to his house to see her favorite cousin Sirius.

In this Universe I (err this Harry) was a distant relations of the Slytherin Clan, through my (his) mother, Lily Slytherin Nee Evans. This meant she was originally part of the "Evans" branch family, but was still a respected member of the Slytherin Clan.

The Potters, my father's side, were part of the Main House for the Gryffindor Clan. As both my families were from prominent clans, it was almost a given they would interact, and even inter-marry. However, that's not what happened here... mom... got pregnant when she was still in school (university so not that bad, but a big deal out of marriage for such a society).

It was a huge scandal, however James then did something unexpected. He decided to marry into her family, instead of having her join his family. This was even more scandalous, but also a great honor. While gender didn't matter for the head of a household, it was a given that a future heir to a main house, wouldn't lower himself to join a branch family. This implied that even a branch family of Slytherin, was better then a main house of Gryffindor. It greatly honoured the Slytherins, while accidentally making the Gryffindors look bad.

James was able to calm things down with his clan, by explaining he didn't want my (errr this world's Harry) bloodline power sealed, at birth. Such things were often done to avoid starting a feud, over stealing babies with bloodline powers. That way clans could maintain their monopoly on their powers.

Most of the families (inside both main houses and branch families) had popped up before the clan's began tracing their lineage and reuniting all the families that had their bloodline power. However, this was mostly the older families that had so many branches. The younger families (that had appeared within the last few thousand years) kept better track of themselves from the moment their bloodline magic popped up.

It was a rare thing for a new bloodline power to manifest. So villages took great care to preserve the power and grow the family as quickly as possible... that first Generation was little more then an honored sex slave, with the urgency at which they were bread.

It's not like unexpected pregnancies never happened, even between clans, so there were protocols for it to keep those in power happy. It was agreed on by all clans, and none dared oppose it, for fear of losing control of their own bloodline powers or secret family Jutsus.

Fortunately, for little Harry, the boy was allowed to be trained in the clan Jutsus of Slytherin, and didn't have a curse seal like the Hyuga. Branch families were just the working class of the Slytherin clan, but still treated with respect by the main house. The main house remained for the stuck up nobles, but they handled all the political nonsense and business ventures of running a clan.

Dad marrying mom had gotten the Evans branch family, moved up to be a main house family. It was part of the negotiations for the marriage contract.

Grampa agreed to allow James to marry Lily, as long as Lily was upgraded to the main house of Slytherin. This took a good deal of negotiating, including Uncle Voldemort paying a large dowry for James. But in return James was expected to teach a few pre-approved sword techniques (as that is the Jutsus Gryffindor specialized in) to any interested Slytherin. The Gryffindor main houses had to go through all the family Scrolls and personally explain to James which he was permitted to teach, and which he wasn't (even to his own child).

Dad reluctantly agreed. As withholding knowledge from me (errr this Harry) was better then sealing away a part of my soul. It seemed to have worked out for the best.

Negotiations even included Grampa officially adopting Sirius into the House of Potter, as the man needed an heir. Though Sirius agreed to be sealed without a fuss. After he was sealed Grampa had him take a blood Adoption potion, to make him legitimately have Potter DNA.

This family... my family... was so perfect. They might live in a harsh world, but they clearly loved each other... very much... they were nearly always happy when I came to these screens... but not today... I frowned as everyone looked so sad. Some looked down right panicked. Yes, it been a week since I was last able to check on them (I have missions to go on after all), but I can't imagine what could disturb my-his family like this... then I realized where they were.

It was a primitive hospital, the one in the village instead of the private clinic of the clan... that meant... this was too serious for the clan healers to handle on their own... but the only one not present... was me... I switched the view to look at me directly... and I-he was in Surgery... the boy looked like I had been in some kind of potions accident... there were severe burns all over my tiny body... the doctors were trying to save me... until they weren't... the Doctors got a mournful expression and one of them started pulling the sheet over my head.

Before I knew what I was doing, I began frantically pressing buttons. The world froze in place, as if someone hit "Pause"... which I kinda did. It was a handy bit of magic to put realities in stasis, incase they went through a sudden crisis and we needed to get through the bureaucracy before handling them.

Without another thought, I pressed a few more buttons, and was immediately pulled into the screen. I found myself standing in the frozen hospital room, shaking the disorientation out of my head, before walking to the table the boy was on... he was so small, not even 5...

"This is so stupid..." I gulped, before pushing through my resolve. I could get in so much trouble just for illegal travel to another dimension... and completely forgetting what I was about to do.

Yes there was a whole department that handled things like this... but I wasn't in that... This world didn't even have a prophecy about me... I was insignificant here, unimportant... just like I always wanted... point was, the Agency would do nothing about this death... and a good family would lose their son...

I looked around at all the Healers, frozen in place. Casually wondering why "Uncle Voldemort" wasn't with them. He was the greatest healer our (his) clan had ever seen... and this dimension was too young for bureaucracy to keep out a qualified healer to help, just because they don't work there.

My mind wandered away from that, as I looked at the little boy. "This is a mistake..." I spoke to the child me... he was dead, and there was nothing I could do about that... but I couldn't let this family lose their child... I wasn't supposed to get involved with things like this... but-but I couldn't not do something... and part of me saw this as my chance to finally have the family I always wanted...

I laid my hand on the child's head. A moment later the Doctor's jumped as they heard me gasp. No adult me in sight, My mind was seizing, along with my body. Inhabiting a new body was always a pain in the ass. The brain had to re-sync itself with the soul that left it, and the new soul that inhabited it... it didn't help that my new pathways were flooded by all the magic that once made up my body... It isn't exactly a pleasant experience, and that's forgetting the burns all over my skin.

The healers immediately started in on me, casting spell after spell. Some even injecting me with potions as they worked frantically... When my body stopped seizing I felt my brain snap at having thousands of years of experiences in a small foreign body... all too quickly, the world went black.

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I tried my best not to groan when I woke. Needing to gain my bearings first, just in case there were people in the room. It was my training taking hold.

"I've never seen anything like it." Said one of the healers, but to who I wasn't sure. I definitely wasn't going to open my eyes to find out... old habits. "Just when we thought there was nothing more we could do for him, his magic gave an incredible flare up. It likely saved his life. Your boy has an Impressive will, Lady Evans." I couldn't stop myself from gasping.

"Harry!" My mother was on me instantly, hugging me tightly.

I opened my eyes to see I was in a primitive hospital room... looking much like it was out of a fantasy novel. My entire body was covered in bandages, and I could feel the sticky ointment between them and my skin.

I immediately took notice as everyone froze... even the birds flying by the window.

A man, another version of me, walked over to my bed and sat down. I began shivering in my mother's frozen grasp.

The Director, of the Harry Potter Multiverse Agents at least, stared down at me. Each type of champion (be they a Doctor Who, Naruto, Son Goku, or Harry Potter) had their own division. Which was separated into departments that handled specific task. Not everyone (of those particular incarnations) was accepted into the Multiverse Agents. Usually only individuals that prove themselves above and beyond their line of duty... like how I basically became the Merlin of my Generation. Leading my dimension into an era of magical and muggle cooperation.

After I died (of old age) the Multiverse Agents approach me and asked if I would like the opportunity to save other dimensions. The director was more middle management... with the board of directors being the versions of champions that ascended into gods. They wanted to make the multiverse a better place and started sending us throughout the various cosmoses, to help where we could...

I suppose I should consider myself lucky it's just the director here, and not one of the Board. The Master of Death Harrys were pretty scary...

My Director rubbed his head, as if just looking at me gave him a headache. "You realize," he began, "That all you had to do was pause the dimension and write out a request to go on Sabbatical." he didn't really ask.

I flinched in my mother's grasp, not realizing it could have been that easy.

He rolled his eyes, "I suppose I should be grateful you waited until the child was dead."

"I didn't intend to... it was a... spur of the moment thing." I tried to defend. Though I knew there was no defense. I should have trusted the bureaucracy. Although most Harry Potter's have trust issues. Thank you Dursleys.

The Director sighed again, pinching his nose in a Snape like manner. I hadn't gotten along with my first Snape, but this guy had been raised by his.

"Okay, since this is your first time taking an unregistered sabbatical, I will handle the paperwork myself. But you're next mission will not be a pleasant one. Hell, I will see if I can get you assigned as Vernon's whipping boy fuck toy!"

I shrank back, definitely not looking forward to that. The Multiverse Agency basically owned our souls from the second we signed up for it. Of course, we are allowed to quit at any time, and go to a proper after life, but even with the next hideousness of my next life, my saving people compulsion wouldn't let me back out... someone had to be assigned the shit dimensions on occasion, and it was only right that went to rule breakers.

The organization reincarnated us as whatever they wanted (Provided it was a version of yourself), wherever they thought we were needed. Which usually entailed if one of our mortal versions died before the prophecy was fulfilled.

"Next time you find a dimension you like, and the kid dies, be sure to fill out the proper paper work." The director glared at me, "We aren't monsters!" He snapped, "We understand you need an occasional vacation, and sometimes working in the resurrection department can be overwhelming. If you want to have a lifetime to yourself, We'll usually allow it... so long as you don't abuse that privilege!" He wagged a finger in front of my face.

"I'm part of the dimension hoppers?" I hesitantly reminded. We weren't normally reincarnated as children, but rather moved through the multiverse. We were more beat cops, with multiple realities as our jurisdiction, rather then champions of single universes.

The Director scoffed at me, "Consider yourself transfered! After your time served, we can talk about getting you back in the field." He tried to maintain his glare, but his eyes unwillingly softened, "This world looks pretty harsh... sure you can handle it?"

I looked over at my mother, still hugging me. Apparently that was all he needed... he might be an ass and the Director of his department... but he was still a Harry Potter, "Alright, we'll be in contact. Enjoy your vacation, you're stuck here until you die of old age or get yourself killed. Then we will immediately reincarnate you into one of the less savory universes we have on stasis." There were quite a few of those worlds, as we couldn't risk them self destructing... but nor was anyone willing to send a person to them, unless they severely fucked up.

"What happened to the kid?" I asked, just as the director stood.

"One of the 9 divines claimed his soul. He's young so he will probably get an afterlife of candy and puppies or some nonsense."

I sighed in relief that the Divines got him, and not the Daedra.

The Director stood in the center of the room. "You better make this life worth the next, and try not to fuck their reality too badly." with that he disappeared.

Just as quickly I heard the cries of my mother, as she hugged me tightly. "What were you thinking!?" She pulled back and gave me a small shake, "How many times have we told you not to play in Sev's potions lab! I swear, as soon as you're healed up, I'm taking a switch to your hide!" Then she immediately went back to hugging me and crying...

I have never felt so loved in all my lives.