Blinking his eyes he quickly shuts them as his gaze meets bright white, covering his face he groans, the last thing he remembers was dueling a dark wizard he was personally needed to take down, being the head of auror's made him more of a desk worker, so he'll let himself off the hook for not dodging the diffindo, though he hopes Hermione doesn't bring him back to kill him again.
"Your thoughts always amuse me master" the soft voice reaches his ears.
Snapping his eyes open absentmindedly, noticing the brightness isn't so overwhelming anymore, he turns towards the one who spoke standing before his person, the angle making him realize he's lying prone on the cool 'ground'. Sitting up he almost groans as he sees he's naked again.
At least this time he's not greeted by Dumbledore.
Thinking about the last time he appeared at this…place that can only be called limbo. He wills himself to be clothed, dutifully ignoring the pulse of amusement from the being before him.
As the robes curl around his form he sighs before steeling himself he has not died, now three times, just to let the fact that he's dead bring him down.
Sure he'll miss everyone, but after hogwarts was rebuilt everyone tried to stay in touch, but with everyone being so busy and his relationship with Ginny deteriorating until they split, he was saddened that the Weasley's drifted away from him after the break up, but he understands that Ginny is their little girl, and sister, so he can't fault them for siding with her, he was the one who ended the relationship not feeling the emotions or connection he had, after the second death and Voldemort's defeat he realized he was only pushing himself to love her so he could gain a family and he felt it wasn't fair towards them, the family.
"Death?…" Harry asks as a way to brjng his thoughts away from the past, despite knowing who's in front of him.
"I am death, yes, and you are my Master" The entity states so simply.
'Master?' Not another dobby, though he better reign in his thoughts if the being can read his mind like the words they said indicates.
Feeling a foreign sense of amusement startles him, now that he can think clearer he feels a connection humming between the being and him.
Harry remembers vaguely about the beetle and the bard, but with all the action involving his life he can give himself some leniency for forgetting about that nor thinking it's anything credible, besides a fable.
But he's here and he's not in his mind. He doesn't have the train station as his foundation, that's one telling.
The other being that no one can fake the essence of death, at least his instincts tell him that.
"Dobby the elf who sacrificed himself for you, you wouldn't want another loyal companion like him, or perhaps even hedwig?"
'Another companion?" Dutifully ignoring the bait, he's not as tempered as his younger years. He wonders why the being even brought them up they're, he'll He's dead, why would he need a companion? What does master of death mean?
"Master, what do you think it means?"
'Stop calling me master' he doesn't feel comfortable with being addressed by such an entity but not willing to be abrasive to the powerful being still cautious.
"Ma- Little one" the endearment coming from such an entity makes him feel mortified, but he can't help but feel a warmth spread throughout his soul at it all the same.
"You have a peculiar situation being my master" the being continues seeing that their master won't try to comprehend what is entailed for his predestined fate.
"You're in essence nothing and everything, you don't have to do anything or you can do anything. You're not bound by the mort plane anymore, you little one are in essence my person, personified, or my extension in the physical realm, should you choose to enact it."
'They are nothing and everything, anyone and no one? Is that what death is?'
'Everything and nothing?'
Beginning and the end spiraled in a never ending cycle of balance.
"Exactly, and they say Hermione was the smart one" the flippant complement jars Harry who while has been given praise he knows most is because of his status, or former status.
The fact that the being knows Hermione-
"Death knows all" the being interrupts gently, making him flush realizing he's been addressing the- Death so disrespectfully, if you can dehumanize a primordial entity.
"Always so thoughtful, my- Little one" Death reading his mind is something he's gonna have to get used to.
"Can I see my parents? Remus?…Sirius" he finishes meekly.
"If you chose to stay in my realm you'll be able to meet them again" before he can rejoice that the being continues "though sadly Sirius won't be there.
That makes him pause as Death continues at his panicked look, "Sirius is more difficult, seeing as the fool fell through the Veil, why you mortals think it's a good idea to leave it open so blatantly I'll never understand." The casual mention of one of his greatest regrets causes a jolt to pierce his heart.
He never should have rushed into things.
He's mad at himself, he wants to see Sirius again, he loves his parents, but he knows Sirius.
Remus he only really knew as a teacher.
He'd do anything to hear that barking laugh again.
"Anything?" Death asks, interrupting his thoughts.
"Even go to another world? A new universe? You could see Sirius again. He's still alive" That makes his heart beat fast.
"How!" He nearly shouts, but manages to contain it.
"Please he- it's Sirius" he feels tears gather as the desperation fills him. He suddenly in a cold embrace, despite the coolness he feels his frantic thoughts drift as the dominating presence of Death engulfed him, he doesn't have the strength to feel embarrassed, nor react to the fact he's being cradled by Death.
"Little one, we are bound together, you are the reason I have such a humane consciousness, the feelings of humans are new to me, but I find myself not liking your tears. " The gentle voice invading his mind as the panic attack fades.
Pulling back Death speaks with a more cordial tone almost embarrassed like "Now, Sirius has been transplanted in a very particular realm."
"This place has an unusual fixation with death and seems to love fucking my role up, the line between life and death in this world is on a brink of breaking."
Harry isn't even gonna try and grasp the fact that there is more than his universe, almost nothing can surprise him much anymore, now.
"This place, world of you will, that Sirius has landed himself in is so saturated with death that even I can't track the man down any further than the planet he is placed on."
He doesn't dare ask the being why he can't find Sirius, not wanting to face the consequences of their wrath.
"This…place." He pauses, unsure of how to address a whole nother universe.
"What does this have to do with Sirius?" He decides to ask what's more important in his mind.
The being stares at him like they can read his very soul, which is most likely. If he's to be honest.
"Your precious dog man is currently in one of the most deadly times this world has ever seen in over 8 thousands years." The deity intones with a seriousness that makes him unconsciously straighten.
"Planetos, the name of the world, is stuck in what you would call the medieval era, kings and Queens, slavers and all the diseases a man could ask for."
"Slaves?" He can't help but question with disgust, watching as the being seems to give him a dark grin.
"Oh, yes." Death says.
"The continent called Essos is practically an industrialized trade unit." The deity says simply, though Harry can feel the distaste for the' practice'.
"Fortunately there's hope for the continent beside them who are against the practice, so maybe they'll figure it out like your world eventually will."
'Will?'
"Back to your little mutt." Death says waving his hand as if to throw away his rambles.
"If you want to see your dogfather, you're gonna have to step into the middle of a war." The being levels him with a stern glance, "as my physical representation. I have one task for you, should you decide to go."
Seeing that Harry won't say anything, death continues.
"Balance, create some sense of balance."
"You're in a position where you can change the fate of the world should you do it, I know it's a lot to ask especially since you've already saved one world, but I think this will be good for you master, both for your wish of finding your silly dog man, and because I think you'll find a place in this world that will make you truly happy." That makes Harry flush as he feels the gentle affection pulsing through the being.
"What is the place you said didn't support slavery?" He asks warily, giving the deity a small grin when Death speaks with a mirthful tone.
"Sounds to me that you've already made your decision"
"For Sirius anything" Harry says, and he means it too.
At those words he feels a familiar but more intense tugging sensation on his person. The last thing he sees is Death wiggling their bone-like fingers as he's sent off to the place who knows where, the only thing he cares for is the fact that Sirius is there.
He realized he never asked for more information on the world he's being sent off to, all he knows is the name of a country and the fact that there were castles.
Sounds like Hogwarts all over again.
—-
Blinking his eyes open he squints as everything seems blurry and larger than he's used to.
Tilting his head Harry looks up as strands of silver locks invade his vision. The face that meets his is of a delicate noble looking lady, with beautiful pale silver hair the smile on her face makes his heart flutter despite the confusion.
'Why does she look so big?' Is he the child of a giant?
"My, aren't your eyes just beautiful my sweet," her soft voice meets his ear as a hand caresses his cheek.
"I'm sure you'd give the Lannisters a run for their money, with how vibrant your eyes are my little rose," Harry scrunches his nose as he looks up at her confused at the Lannister comment.
He gurgles, yes gurgles when he attempts to speak, getting a sloppy kiss on the cheek for his cuteness, making flushes as he's manhandled with such care.
His disoriented mind still is not registering his predicament.
"You're so cute! I just know Olenna won't be able to say anything negative about you, my perfect little one." She murmured as he's tucked into her breast he will deny that he seeks the comfort of the woman, not understanding what's happening.
He can hear the voice of a man speak outside the doors of the room they are in, though the room is surprisingly huge.
Making him wonder just who home he's in.
"My love, Alerie sweetling, I'm so glad you're well." Harry watches as what can only be described as an oaf walks in with a flamboyant step.
When the man reaches them he leans down to press a kiss to his wife's head before meeting, giving Harry a toothy grin gently picking him up with a surprising amount of care.
"Oh, mace I've been through this two times already, and the maester said this was the most healthy pregnancy he's seen, said we are blessed by the maiden, if he was a believer." The woman says.
Harry listened to them absently as admires the fine work on the man's shirt, all the intricate weaving of what looks like real gold thread.
"Yes, yes, but you're my wife, and I can't help it if I worry for you, my dear."
"Now who do we have here?" The man holding him asks, bringing Harry's attention to the man, Mace, as he speaks to Harry.
"Look at those eyes, hah!" The loudness of the man's voice makes him wince, but refrained from moving too curious on his situation to cause a scene.
"What's this commotion about some eyes?" A stern voice that rivals McGonagall's speaks up making the man holding him spin making him face to face with the speaker.
The old woman is short in her stature, but he can tell that she isn't one to trifle with.
"Ah, mother!" Harry can feel a headache pulse as the exuberant man bounces to the aforementioned mother.
"This is…" mace pauses while holding out Harry like a child would present a kitten, by the armpits with his leg dangling listlessly.
"Darling, did you ever decide on a name?" The man holding him asks, making Harry realize what's happening.
"I thought you'd like to name him, since you let me name our other boys," he hears his new mother speak, as that's the only logical conclusion he can come up with.
"Oh, well I don't know, I thought you'd have come up with a name." His new father says with a stupefied look holding Harry to his face as he seems to think hard.
Is Harry imagining steam coming off of the man's face?
"Oh you big oaf, give me the little lad," he hears his new grandmother speak, and the man doesn't hesitate to comply, showing Harry just who runs the house.
He is acquainted with a face of wrinkles that somehow stay elegant despite the permanent frown on the old woman's face that seems to soften as she stares into his eyes.
"I'm half tempted, have you named Tytos, just to see the look on Tywin's face, are you sure you didn't sleep with a Lannister?" The old woman asks his new mother.
"Mother!" His father interjects
"Relax I'm only joking, our dear Haedrian has your Buffoon of a fathers hair or I'll eat my headwraps." She says gently cascading her fingers through his hair as she walks over to his mother.
"Besides if I thought for a second this baby wasn't yours I'd have had her drinking moons tea before she even knew she'd been pregnant."
After a second of silence and being settled into his new mothers arms he lets the old woman's voice wash over him as exhaustion washes over his person
"…so Haedrian, our little Haedrian Tryell, the new rose of Highgarden" she speaks.
"What will you do?"
"I hope you're not another bumbling oaf like your father."
"Mother," the whine of his new father makes him crack a smile finally letting sleep take hold of him, enjoying the warmth of his new mother as she gently caresses his back with hypnotic strokes.
'Haedrian Tyrell, huh?'
Could be worse.
A/n:
So, I decided to make a Harry and game of thrones crossover, with Harry being reborn into the house of Tyrell.
This will most likely be slash as I'm more comfortable with it.
I hope I can bring a new style to this, and not make it seem like it's s copy paste of other fics, I'll be honest and admit I used others work as inspiration, but isn't that the point of writing?
Thank you for reading!