This is the end? No

by Riki0035

Everyone is dead, and maybe I am too? But here's the problem, this place doesn't look like Heaven or Hell, although I don't know what they look like. And this place is just darkness, blackness… A man appeared in front of me and he began to speak.

2. Chapter 2

07/31/1927

After talking with death, Harry seemed to be in complete darkness for a long time, but after taking a closer look, he noticed that this darkness had changed and light had appeared!

And then Harry began to cry, without expecting it, then he realized, "I have been reborn!" And at that moment he heard a voice:

— Congratulations to you Mr. Black and Mrs. Black on the birth of your son! What would you like to call it? – as Harry himself assumed, it was probably the healer who was currently delivering the baby, his… new mother? A rustle of voices was heard and a loud and hoarse voice answered.

- Our son's name will be: Nembus Harold Black! — And "Harry" felt the magic swirling around him and stopped crying, looking at the world with big eyes.

But Mrs. Black giggled, looking lovingly at her husband and newborn son.

- Dear… I'm glad that you eventually chose the name of my uncle, who raised me, Harold Potter, as our son's middle name. — The man smiled at his wife, gently kissing her forehead and said in a whisper, "rest.."

08/07/1927

Only a week later, Harry/Nembus and his mother were taken from St. Mungo's Hospital and he finally went to his new home

08/09/1927

In the nursery

Harry, or to be more precise, now Nembus, lies calmly in his lullaby and sprinkles a little, but he immediately woke up as soon as he heard that they had entered his room.

-My grandson..- the old woman's voice croaked. - It's a pity that your father is not the heir of the Blacks since he is his father's second son..- The old woman laughed wheezingly and at that moment Nembus opened his eyes, looking a little in shock at this old woman whose life She looked like she was shaking, there were wrinkles all over her face, and in some places there were scars.

The old woman looked at her grandson with an iron gaze in her blue eyes, and her gray hair, which was still blond in some places, was short.

- Your eyes are lovely, just like your mother's… Emerald.. - the old woman whispered.

When a quiet sob escaped her from behind the child's mouth.

- And a light character - the woman snorted and left. And Nembus/Harry looked with curiosity at the leaving trail of his grandmother and began to cry.