Chapter 7 -

"My lady, are you well?" Harry asked Narcissa as they sat at breakfast.

"Hmm," Her head snapped towards him. "did you say something Harry?"

"I asked if you were well my lady," Harry answered. "you do not seem happy yet you also seem happy. Do you wish me to do something so you are completely happy?"

"No...no, I'll tell you if I change my mind...I just need some time to think about something." She said in a soft voice, Harry nodded and returned to his own breakfast.

At the moment Narcissa's mind was far more chaotic than usual. Yesterday she had received her first kiss, her first ever kiss and it came from none other than the boy who happened to be the mot powerful wizard she had ever seen and her bonded servant. The kiss itself as brilliant, it was so good and wonderful, she had never done drugs before but she was sure they weren't as addicting as what she had experienced.

Hey body said yes, but her heart and mind were not quite so simple. Firstly she did not even know if Harry liked it, when he kissed her she saw some emotion, brief as it was, in his beautiful green eyes. The kiss would not have been so bad if not for the fact that Harry had done it simply because he was her servant. If he wasn't then would he have kissed her?

She glanced at him and she couldn't help but wonder if she was doing the right thing. She knew if somebody else had kept Sirius or Regulus as a servant then she would have hexed them to an early grave, yet here she was. A large part of her didn't want to let go of Harry, he was handsome, powerful beyond belief and would probably make her life perfect as he could be controlled so she wouldn't have to worry about him cheating, leaving or even harming her.

But...was that fair? What if one day Harry stopped being under her control? Would he hate her? Would he run? What would he do? He has only been in her life for such a small amount of time and she still did not want him to leave. What would happen to her once he was gone? Would she get sent to someone like Malfoy? Is that her fate? Run away and get cast out like Andromeda, never to be invited back or endure the suffering like Bellatrix and live a life of misery?

But Harry had kissed her...if she told her parents then they would consider her as used goods, they would make Harry take her and try to get as much as they could out of him. Say what you want but that would definitely be an entertaining sight, angry purebloods facing off against an emotionless wandless miracle.

But he was not emotionless, Narcissa knew that for a fact. She had seen it, sometimes in his small smiles and sometimes in his eyes. The emotions were there and visible for anyone with a good eye. She could not help but wonder what was going on inside that head of his. Was the boy she knew just a mask covering the one inside? Was there a boy inside screaming to get out? Or was Harry Potter simply someone incapable of living without a master or mistress?

"Harry," Narcissa said, causing Harry to look at her. "I want you to answer me honestly, if you could have anything you want, then what would it be?"

"I wish for you to be..."

"Not relating to me," Narcissa cut him off. "something for yourself? Pretend that you do not have a mistress, now tell me what is your biggest desire?"

"I..." Harry paused.

"Yes?" Narcissa asked, looking excited.

"I wish for Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, Tom Riddle Junior and Albus Dumbledore to suffer." Harry answered, in his usual emotionless voice but his eyes betrayed him. Narcissa easily spotted the slight brightening of his eyes, it looked almost like there was a flame inside each eyeball.

"Why?" Narcissa asked, desperate to know. "Why do you want those three to suffer and who is Tom Riddle Junior?" She said after she put up a silencing ward.

"Peter Pettigrew is a traitor and coward who was one of the reasons my parents suffered, Severus Snape is the enemy of my father and is another reason for my parents death, he has also spent years tormenting me. Tom Riddle Junior has killed many people including my parents and has attempted to take my life on many occasions, he is a half-blood son of a muggle and a squib that goes by the name of Lord Voldemort."

"Voldemort?" Narcissa gasped, knowing full well who that was. Her parents talked about the man more than necessary and they would always drone on about how he would 'put the muggle filth in their place' and 'bring the world back to the purebloods'. "He's a half-blood?" he asked with disbelief.

"Yes my lady, his mother was from the gaunt family and had given his father a love potion. She died upon childbirth and his father was murdered by Tom Riddle Junior when Tom Riddle Junior was sixteen years old."

"Sweet Merlin!" Narcissa said in shock. "What about Dumbledore? What did he do to you?" Narcissa braced herself, what on earth did the so called 'leader of the light' do that would make Harry want him to suffer.

"He lied to me, he manipulated me, he caused me to suffer and then he turned me into me." Harry answered.

"What do you mean turned you into you?" She frowned.

"Dumbledore wanted to control death," Harry answered. "he nearly succeeded in controlling me."

"Wait," Narcissa said. "let's go to my room." She got up and Harry followed her all the way back to the common room, it was a long, awkward and silent walk. At least in Narcissa's opinion. "I don't want anyone hearing this." She said when the pair arrived in Narcissa's room.

"Yes my lady." Harry nodded, he waved his hand and then nodded to her, signalling that they would not be heard by anyone.

"Sit down," She ordered and both sat on her bed. "tell me what Dumbledore did to you?"

"Before I was born there was a prophecy made, the prophecy referred to the person capable of vanquishing Voldemort. Severus Snape overheard the prophecy and then told Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew betrayed my parents and framed Sirius Black."

"Wait what?!" She blurted out with shock.

"Pettigrew told Voldemort the location of my parents and then framed Sirius Black for that along with killing muggles."

"When did this happen?"

"Voldemort attacked my family on Halloween 1981, Sirius Black was framed the next day by Peter Pettigrew."

"Are you a seer?" Narcissa asked with disbelief.

"I can see into the future if you desire my lady however that has the potential to create a new time line unless we remove our memories of it."

"Harry when were you born?"

"On the 31st of July 1980 my lady."

"Are you saying you are from the future?"

"Yes my lady."

"But...but how is that possible? Who are your parents?"

"Magic." Harry answered. "My parents are James and Lily Potter, formerly Lily Evans."

"They're your parents?" Narcissa blurted out with disbelief. Though she supposed she could see it, Harry looked exactly like James Potter with Lily Evan's eyes. "Elaborate." Narcissa sighed. "Tell me what happened after Voldemort attacked ."

"Sirius Black arrived on scene, after making sure I was alive and mourning my mother and father he chased after Pettigrew, Pettigrew framed him for leading Voldemort to my parents along with killing muggles. He faked his death and Sirius was blamed for killing him as well. Dumbledore had sent me to my muggle relatives with the intention of making me weak enough for him to control. After ten years of neglect and abuse I was invited to Hogwarts."

Narcissa spent the next several minutes listening to Harry describe his years at school up to six year. His voice was as monotone as always, though like before his eyes managed to give him away. She saw the flicks of emotion when he described certain things, things like Snape constantly bullying him and all of his adventures, fighting trolls and basilisks and dementors and dragons. She could hardly believe it but in her heart of hearts she knew that he was not lying.

He would not lie to her, and even if he could those eyes could not be faked. Her previous worry about Harry had resurfaced with a vengeance, he did not deserve this. For Merlin's sake the man went from an abusive childhood to nearly dying every year while also being tasked with saving a world full of people that alternated between worshipping and hating him with the flip of a coin. And was this his fate now? To be a mindless drone for her until she died?

What then? Would he get a new master? What if the new one was someone like Voldemort? Or Snape? Or someone else who would not treat him right and abuse his powers?!

"What...what happened on your sixth year?" She asked, not sure if she wanted to know. The previous years were bad enough, she especially did not like hearing about how her cousin spent twelve years in a hell hole known as Azkaban only to be forced into house arrest and killed the one time he was allowed out. Like hell was she going to let that happen this time.

"Dumbledore had acquired two of the deathly hallows."

"The deathly hallows?" Narcissa whispered. "As in the tale of the three brothers?"

"The tale is not accurate my lady but the very same." Harry nodded. "He had possessed two, I had possessed the cloak which was a Potter family heirloom. Dumbledore managed to trick me into possessing all three hallows."

"What happened?" She asked, looking him up and down as if she would suddenly notice something.

"The hallows fused with my body my lady." Harry answered. "By the end of it I was left with a wand in my hand. Dumbledore tried to take the wand from me but I did not let him."

"Why not?" Narcissa asked.

"I felt protective of it, my magic did not like it when Dumbledore tried to take it." Harry answered, tilting his head slightly. "He kept trying, eventually he had lost patience and tried taking it by force. During the time my only thoughts were to not let anyone take the wand, I did not know why my lady but I felt great dread at the thought of another person taking it. I attempted to destroy it but it would not be destroyed, any damage would instantly be fixed."

"But you did something." Narcissa said. "What did you do?"

"I threw the wand threw the veil of death," Harry answered, shocking Narcissa. "I did not know what would happen at the time, when I threw it I was not sure if it would be gone forever or return to me like it had in previous instances when I had attempted to get rid of it. I felt it trying to come back. The veil was designed to transport soul and their bodies, it had never been discovered what would happen to an object without a soul. I fought against it when suddenly I gained a mistress and became your servant my lady."

"The wand I picked up in the forest." Narcissa realised. "That's how I became your mistress?"

"Yes my lady." Harry nodded. "The person who picked up the wand would become the master or mistress of death, you had picked up the wand."

"Are you still the same Harry Potter?" Narcissa asked. "Or are you someone else?"

"I am both, however I am mainly death. Harry Potter is irrelevant and will only be accessed when he is needed."

"Wait...what do you mean when he is needed?"

"I am death but I am also Harry Potter." Harry answered. "If Harry Potter is required then Harry Potter shall be used, until then he stays dormant."

"Dormant?" Narcissa repeated with a worried expression on her face. "Does...can he hear us?"

"Yes my lady," Harry nodded. "Harry Potter is currently listening to you."

"Does...does he speak to you?" Narcissa asked as she placed her hands on the sides of his face and looked closely into his eyes.

"Sometimes my lady." Harry answered.

"What was the last thing he had said to you?"

"His last words to me where 'Kiss her you vicious bastard'." Harry answered in his usual emotionless voice, causing Narcissa to look surprised. "Before that his last words to me were 'punch Dumbledore in the nose please,', before that he asked if he could take control the next time Severus Snape decided to annoy someone. He holds a grudge." Harry added to Narcissa when he saw the look on her face. "Harry Potter lives in this vessel but he has no control my lady, due to him coexisting along with me I can sometimes feel his emotions. If my lady wishes this to stop then she merely needs to order me to silence him."

"Well...what does Harry want and what do you want?"

"I wish simply to serve my mistress, Harry Potter wishes to be free." Harry answered. "He will not affect my service to you mistress." Harry said, reassuring her that he would obey.

Narcissa looked at Harry, tears poured out of her eyes as she looked at him. She couldn't believe that life could be so unfair to someone, nor could she imagine what he had done to suffer so much for one so young. Was this her choice? Suffer her life or let him suffer more?

"W...what happens if I die?" She asked.

"You will not die." Harry reassured her. "I will keep you alive."

"But...what happened if I do...what happens to you if I die and if I can't come back? Would you get a new master?"

"Harry Potter would return to control until somebody else manages to get the wand."

"Would it matter to you who your second master would be? Is it possible for you to get a second master? Be honest."

"I serve, it does not matter to me who my next master will be, however it is irrelevant as you are my lady and I live to serve you, you will not die either as I am easily capable of preventing it. The only way for you to no longer be my mistress is for you to die or give me to someone else."

"Give you to someone else?" Narcissa repeated.

"Yes but I would advise against it my lady, if you do then I have no obligations to you and would easily kill you if my second master wished."

"Is...is Harry listening in?" Narcissa asked.

"He is." Harry nodded.

"Harry," Narcissa whispered in a slow and shaking voice. "I am sorry." She cried. "I am so sorry about all you have suffered, I will figure something out. But first...I'm sorry." She said before she pulled him into a searing kiss.

Narcissa pulled him into a passionate kiss, pouring all of her emotions into it. Tears dripped down her eyes but that did not stop her, their lips parted and allowed them to shift from kissing to snogging. Several minutes later Narcissa stopped, she sat on her bed, panting, she looked up at him. He looked back at her, his face was nearly without emotion. Nearly. With how close she was she was able to see the small, almost unnoticeable, curve of his lips along with the slight twinkle in his eyes.

She wished this was an easy decision but it was not, not at all. On the one hand she could keep him, Harry, Death, as her servant. It would be so easy, having whatever she wants. She could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted and she wouldn't have to worry about anything. But...was it right? Would she be happy? Constantly thinking about Harry breaking free and leaving? Constantly thinking about Harry's suffering, would she be able to live with herself?

She knew he would hate it if someone had done that to Sirius or Regulus, now that she fought about it she felt sick. She would be no better than Lestrange who gladly took her sister and used her like a slave.

She sat in silence for nearly an hour, she looked up to see him looking back at her.

"I...I am no longer your mistress...I give full and complete control of you...to Harry James Potter. He is your new master."

Before she could blink her body suddenly stiffened, her arm shot out against her will. A cloud of smoke shot out of her palm and into the air, it briefly took the form of a wand. It flew towards Harry's body and entered through his right hand. She regained control of her body just as Harry fell of the bed and to the floor. He landed on his hands and knees, Narcissa got to her knees and placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Harry! Harry, are you alright?!" She asked in a worried voice as she helped him up onto the bed.

"You...you freed me..." Harry gasped as he looked at her with a clearly confused look, something which was vastly different from his usual look. "Why?"

"What? What do you mean why?" Now it was Narcissa's turn to be confused.

"You could have had the life you wanted...you could have had everything you ever wanted! But you threw that away...why?!" He looked at her with disbelief.

"I...I'm sorry...but...but I couldn't. I couldn't do that to you. I'm sorry!" Narcissa said sincerely as tears fell down her cheeks. "I'm sorry for all you suffered and I'm sorry that I hadn't freed you sooner. But...I do not want to be like my sisters husband...and have you be with me against your will! I am truly sorry Harry!"

"You...I can't...you m...I've got to go!" Harry said suddenly.

"Harry wait!" She said but she was too late as Harry had popped out of the room before she could even finish the second word. Narcissa fell onto the bed, looking at where Harry was sitting before he left. "What have I done?" She whispered to herself, has she lost him? Was Harry gone? Would he come back?

A.N: Hey guys, hope you enjoyed the chapter. This chapter had at least most of Harry's origins, some more will be revealed in the next chapter. It seemed like some people weren't patient enough to wait for his story to be revealed (you know who you are). (Yes you do.) (Shut up, you do.) This chapter would have come out earlier but I lost a lot of it and had to rewrite it, sorry.

Now I have some bad news followed by good news.

Bad news:

1) This story will soon be coming to an end as I don't think I can stretch it a long as I had originally planned.

2) Coronavirus is still a bitch.

Good news:

1) There will still be at least another chapter left, probably some where between 1 and 3 chapters remaining depending on how I want to write this.

2) I have another story planned and will release it later today or perhaps tomorrow.

3) I firmly believe we can get through this coronavirus shit. I do not pretend to be an expert in anything relating to it but I wish everyone the best of luck and hope that everyone will be okay.

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