Killing Loneliness

There was nothing. No sensation. No feeling. No thoughts. Just green. A green light that shines so brightly from the killing curse that hit Harry's body and then his vision went black. Black nothingness everywhere. It felt hollow. It felt empty. Darkness closing in.

Then suddenly bright unblemished pure sterile white without any source of light that shines behind his eyelids and Harry Potter slowly opened his eyes. Blinking at the sudden brightness that entered his vision, Harry stood from his lying position and using a hand to shadow his eyes from the brightness. Everything was so... white and nebulous the place surroundings still not completely formed into matter. The more he looked however and the more he realized, there was something extremely familiar about the place he was in. It looked like King's Cross Station. A very clean, deserted King's Cross Station.

"Hello Harry..." a voice spoke from behind him.

Harry blinked and lowered his hand slowly turning around to face a smartly dressed older man. The man reminded Harry absently of professor Snape, though this man's hair was neatly combed back and he wore a muggle suit with a long dark overcoat and held what looked to be a steel-tipped cane in his hands his right resting on top of his left. Harry snorted he couldn't imagine Snape ever wearing a Muggle suit. He let his eyes linger on the man's hand, noticing a shiny silver ring with a pure white stone set in it, before returning his stare back to his black eyes. His pupils are seemingly nonexistent with how black they were.

"Who are you? Where am I?" He asked the man who sat on a bench and gestured for him to join him. Harry's brow furrowed at the nonanswer but complied nonetheless, feeling a strange sense of calm in the man's powerful presence. He likened the feeling to meeting an old friend after a long time. Then it hit him and he turned to face the man sitting next to him his mouth suddenly very dry and his eyes wide. "... Death..." he breathed in slight awe and caution.

The man, no, being gave him a half nod looking at him from the corner of his eye while he still faced the train track. "Indeed I am. As to where we are my boy... my apologies... Harry... we are in Limbo a place between life and death." Death amended when he noticed the grimace on Harry's face at being referred to as boy.

A silence passed between them before Death, to Harry's complete bewilderment, tapped his forehead with the tip of his cane seemingly drawing something from it. Then suddenly a strange wriggling form of... something... appeared in the space between them. It was squirming and moaning. It looked like an overgrown deformed baby with badly burned raw skin and a pair very familiar blood-red eyes. It looked so pitiful and Harry almost felt bad for the creature, before realization struck him like a bolt of lightning and he recoiled violently in disgust. "Is... Is that what I think it is?" he all but hissed moving his body as far as he could away from it without falling off the bench.

Death looked almost amused at his reaction and nodded. "Indeed it is young Harry... though it is but a fragment of, the mortal known to you as, Voldemort's soul. You do not need to pity it, Harry, it is already dead. I am thankful for your part in removing the abomination, that was once called Tom Marvolo Riddle, from this plane of existence. It saved me the trouble of doing it myself. He shall remain here in limbo until the rest of him arrives where he will then be sent on to his eternal punishment in Hell." Death explained to Harry and the atmosphere descended to silence once more as they stared at the writhing form that had once been lodged in Harry's head. He shuddered at the thought of that pitiful creature being inside of his head.

Harry sighed breaking the silence. "So what happens now?" He asked Death removing his gaze from the Horcrux instead of turning his attention to the tracks as Death had earlier. Staring at nothing as he awaited the reply. He never did believe the Hallows were anything more than a curse, he knew that at the very least using the stone would have dire consequences. But when he had used them before he walked to his death he could have cared less he was going to die eventually. He snorted at the absurdity of the notion, Death isn't supposed to be controlled it is absolute, nothing outlives death.

But Harry couldn't help himself he wanted to know. He needed to know. He couldn't take this life anymore, so if he had a choice he would... would what though? He was already dead. Hesitantly he looked back at Death, who seemed to be bored, and asked his niggling question. "... Is reincarnation possible?."

Death blinked at that and leaned back against the bench, not having expected that from his so-called 'Master'. Death hummed thinking it over a plan forming in his mind the longer he did. He nodded slowly "It is, but it requires my explicit permission. Why?" He questioned the young adult genuinely curious.

Harry sighed and ran his finger through his hair. "I don't want to go back. Not to that life, I can't stand it. It feels as if my whole life was written to be controlled by others. I feel like someone is watching my every move and reading my every thought. It was a nightmare. I want it to end. I know I'm dead or whatever but I don't feel like moving on yet and I cant-don't want to go back there. To that life..." he griped to the horseman.

Death hummed again his idea still forming. Yes, he thought this would be perfect... And it would give this poor wizard a chance at real love, not this farce that he was destined to live in this life. Ginny wouldn't love him, she would use him for his fame and money that came with being 'Lady Potter' just as Ron had when they met.

Harry Potter had never felt real love in his entire life. Not after his parents were killed at any rate. It was time someone gave him something he deserved.

"I can give you a second chance at a family. Real family, not this mockery you have now. But you would have to give up everything that made you Harry Potter, last of the Potter family." Death told his young master something akin to a smile forming on his face as the thought of the anarchy his little plan could cause both Heaven and Hell.

"Meaning what?" Harry frowned and shifted on the bench so he was fully facing the Horseman, the frown deepened when he noticed the tiny upturn of Death's lips.

"No fame, no titles, no vaults full of gold. Your magic may be tied into your soul, but you would have to live without remembering your past life unless something rather drastic happens of course." Death continued to smile disturbing Harry greatly.

"Fame? Fame has only brought me headaches. I've never used my titles, and gold is a poor substitute for what I really wanted. I would give it all up in a heartbeat if it meant a fresh start."

"I must warn you. If you do this, your life will be just as hard as it was in this one. And you may not like what I have done when you do remember." Death said rather cryptically reminding Harry vaguely of his manipulative old headmaster.

"But I won't be alone, will I?" He asked biting his lip at the prospect of once again having the world resting on his shoulders and no one to help him with the weight of it.

"No. The place I have in mind for you is not alone. You will have two brothers and father that love you. But it will be a life of darkness and pain." Death replied noticing his slight hesitancy.

"My life has been nothing but darkness and pain since that thrice-damned prophecy was made. How will this be any different than what I have already dealt with?" Harry griped again a heavy frown replacing his previous doubt and concern.

"Are you absolutely certain of this? There is no going back once I do this." The Horseman questioned just to be absolutely certain.

"I would give up anything you ask if it means I'm never alone and empty like this again." He had already died sad and alone for the greater good of the wizarding world once.

Death stood then and held out his hand his cane clutched lightly in his left hand. He seemed more real at that moment than he ever had before.

Harry briefly paused, a moment's second guess at this decision, before he firmly shook the Horseman's hand.

He felt his mortal shell die and disappear outside of the limbo. The soul of Harry James Potter, firmly held by the spectre, was sent flying back, past time and space until it shrunk into what appeared to be a newborn soul.

Death smiled at the tiny spark. The one who had been unlucky enough to gather the Hallows wouldn't remember his previous life. Not immediately anyway, but it would heavily influence what they did when they 'grew up' a second time. At least this time the soul would know what having a real family was like.

The Horseman smiled to himself before vanishing from the white King's Cross Station appearing back in his prison awaiting his release.

Henri woke with a gasp, jerking upright and falling out of the cheap motel bed taking half of the itchy blanket with her. She groaned as she twisted in the blanket freeing her arms to move her golden-brown hair out of her eyes.

"You okay Henri?" The concerned voice of her baby brother was heard from back on the bed as he peered down at her his long brown locks falling in his face.

She blinked to clear her vision and groaned again. "... Yeah, m'fine S'mmy... go back t'sleep..." She mumbled her bleary green eyes met his concerned hazel ones.

They both turned their gazes to the other bed when another groan was heard then the muffled voice of their older brother followed. "Uuhg, Sammy turn it down... Too loud..." Dean groaned and flopped over with his back to them covering his head with a pillow.

They exchanged a look and rolled their eyes at their brother. Then Sam's eyes lit up and in a hushed whisper he grinned at her "Happy birthday, Henri..." her eyes widened at him in horror and betrayal when suddenly she was crushed by a larger body still on the floor.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HENRI!" Dean yelled in her face his green eyes swimming with mirth as he kissed her forehead. She groaned and shoved his face away from hers.

"Traitor." She said as she glared at Sam her arms folded petulantly over her chest. He just laughed and stuck his tongue out at her, Dean laughed with him and ruffled her hair before getting up and helping her to her feet.

It took her a moment to gain her bearings, then she glanced around the dirty motel room and sighed when she didn't find what she was looking for. Sam frowned at her sudden change and noticed their fathers absence as well. "Hey, Dean wheres dad?"

Neither of them missed the way Dean stiffened briefly at the mention of, John, their father before he relaxed and shrugged. Combing his fingers through his short blond hair. "Dunno... He's probably just getting something to eat." he deflected and though they were younger then he was they knew when he was lying.

John hadn't ever really been the best dad but he had tried. Henri wouldn't ever forget the pained looks he would send her and Sam occasionally, Dean had been forced to care for them when their dad was absent.

"Dean..."

"Hey how about we go out yeah? Celebrate Henri's big day alright? How old are you again five? six?" He interrupted her with a forced smile and she had to roll her eyes at him.

"I'm a year younger than you Dean. I'm eleven..." she drawled and Sam laughed at the pout on Deans face. They loved their brother but sometimes it was hard not to be annoyed with him.

She sighed though and pushed past him to the bathroom to do her hair, her weird recurring dream all but forgotten at the back of her mind.

Henri's eyes were wide with fear as she stared at her fath–no John. It had been a few weeks since her birthday, the 31st of July, he had just left them again. Now here he was pointing a gun in her face, he had finally deemed it fit to tell them what he did for a living. Hunting monsters. She knew that Dean already knew Sam figured that out too. They were hunting werewolves when it happened.

The thing was going to get Sammy, she panicked then to their shock and John's horror a blue shield was erected in front of them and the monster crashed into it. It didn't take long for John to snap out of it and shoot the wolf before he turned it on her his eyes wild holding a hint of trepidation in them.

Dean's were too, and that hurt. It hurt a lot. Sammy though. Sam didn't care. She was his kind smart older sister. So he just reached for her hand and turned his own scared eyes on his father and older brother. John faltered and dropped the gun as if it burned him.

He was about to apologise but the damage was done and with tears in her eyes, Henri ran ignoring her brother's calls as she stumbled over tree roots trying to get as far away from them as possible. John's fear-filled eyes came to the front of her mind and she ran faster.

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