Ignotus Peverell was a secretive man. He had led a quiet life, even despite his and his brothers.. rather unfortunate.
He had spent his life enjoying his peace; he had a loving wife and two children that she gave birth to.
Both of them were boys; they shared his looks almost exactly. The deathly pale skin and dull grey eyes were always common in his family.
He loved them both dearly. That was why he was currently in the middle of a cleverly crafted circle.
It resembled verily the satanic drawings of the devil-worshiping fools.
Ignotus looked at his surroundings; they were cold, extremely so. Courtesy of his dearest wife's enchantment.
In the middle of the carefully crafted ritual markings stood a boy. His son. His skin was paler than his, a lot more paler.
It was due to the sickness he was born with; the birth of his son was nothing short of a miracle.
He was born with an extreme disease. He was neither a squib nor was he able to wield magic; instead, magic would stay in his body, slowly but surely killing him from the inside.
Hence his pale skin.
Ignorus looked at the dark walls made out of wood; he had spent a decade creating such a building. It was perfect for what he wished to do.
Taking a deep breath, he showed a small smile to his scared son.
"It shall be fine lad, I will protect thee in case danger arrives upon thee." The young boy gave a slow nod.
He gave a small, forced smile of his own.
Ignotus took a deep breath.
"Death. I have come with a purpose." He called out to seemingly no one.
His voice was stern, making the boy in front of him flinch.
"Do not move, Harold." Ignotus ordered him with a shout.
The boy complied and stood still.
The already cold air grew colder. It was to the point that they felt their skin freezing.
Suddenly the air went completely still. It returned to a normal temperature.
Ignotus thought he had done something wrong. However he was proved incorrect as he saw the room start to glow.
Harold too felt weird as his dull eyes were now a bright white in colour.
"You have called?" A raspy voice came from in front of him. It immediately got his attention.
"I have come with a bargain." Ignotus said his voice firm.
The creature was shadowy, almost black. It had what seemed to be bones in place that made no sense.
The only white was in its eyes, which had two dark orbs in the middle.
Harold stared at the figure's eyes; they seemingly stared back. It was like looking at two voids.
They never ended, almost infinite in length.
Harold was brought out of his stupor when the being averted its gaze to his father's.
"It has been some time since we met Peverell." Death remarked.
"I have not come for a reunion. Let us bargain." Ignotus said, causing the mighty being to chuckle.
"Indeed, we have not, now mortal. Tell me your deal." Death asked authoritatively.
"Cure my lad's disease and I will return to thee what's thine," Ignotus said with an expressionless face.
"Why should I Peverell? Thee will die soon enough and then I will take my relic." Death said with arrogance.
"Just like thee has taken thy wand and thy stone?" Ignotus said mockingly.
"SILENCE!" Death raged. The wind around them started to blow crazily.
Harold felt true fear as he looked at the being releasing such awful magic. The magic had found its way to Harold's body.
His already weak self could not handle any form of strain, and such powerful and excruciating magic did its due on him.
Thump!
The boy fell on his knees as his legs gave out.
"It is the only chance at getting thy relic because if thee does not agree, then I shall rid it of its existence." Peverell roared back, seeing his son on his knees.
Death stopped for a moment. It started to think carefully.
"Mortal. Hand me over the cloak, and I will fix the boy." Death said with silence.
Ignotus nodded and summoned a cloak into his hands, It was made of black silk, undoubtedly from the best silk out there.
Death slowly moved towards Ignotus, It reached at the cloak with greed.
Before he could grab the cloak, Ignotus pulled it back, not letting it touch it.
"Mortal. Do Not Play With Me." Death threatened.
"Make a vow first. I do not trust thee." Peverell demanded.
"Damn You." Death said with anger.
Slowly the two grabbed each other's hands.
"I vow to give thee thy cloak. Made out of thy magic and used for invisibility." Ignotus made his vow.
"I vow to save thy child from his illness and protect his life." Death vowed.
A golden rope-like object made out of magic covered their hands, signifying the confirmation of their vows.
Death hurriedly grabbed the cloak with a great laugh.
However, he quickly stopped laughing.
"This is not my cloak." Death said clutching the cloak with anger.
"What. WHAT HAS THY DONE." Death demanded an answer.
"I never vowed to return thy cloak, only a cloak made from thy magic," Ignotus said with a maniacal laugh.
"How has Thy done this ANSWER ME!" Death roared.
Its cold and violent magic started to lash out at the surroundings, namely at Ignotus, who stood there laughing like a madman.
"I will kill thy PEVERELL!" The walls could not handle it as they exploded from the rage of the diety.
"HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN OUR VOWS." Ignotus started to laugh harder and harder; his throat started to bleed from the sheer strain it was going through.
"I WILL NOT FORGET THIS PEVE-" Death was cut off as faint black smoke engulfed him.
Death vanished into the air, leaving a shocked Harold and a maniacal Peverell.
*Cut*
Peverell was wrong; he should not have messed with Death. It was a big mistake on his part.
For some odd reason, his son was dead. He had not expected it. Not after the vow had been made.
When his son was found dead, He had thought that the vow was broken. But he was wrong.
He had seen the bastard from the corner of his eyes. He was mocking him with a crazed expression.
The vow was intact, but his son was dead.
Peverell slowly moved with the casket.
He found it easy to carry weights, hundreds, and even thousands of kilos were easy for him to carry.
So Why?
Why was the casket so damn heavy?
*Cut*
Peverell was staring into the abysmal sky. He was about to die.
That much he was certain of.
His son's enemies were far too many. He was bleeding in all sorts of places.
His eyes darted around.
The bodies of fallen enemies were beside him. A small hope in him wanted to see his son one final time.
However, Ignotus knew that was a far too naive dream.
His mind raced to the past. A simple time when he would play with his brothers. The time when he and his sons would have fun.
Slowly, tears started to come out of his eyes.
He remembered Harold.
His youngest son.
At just ten years old, he had left them.
Ignotus tried his best. He even fooled the mighty death to save him.
However, his efforts were for none.
Ignotus, however, smiled slightly. It was time for him to reunite with Harold and Lena.
"Hello, Peverell." A voice gained his attention. It was a voice he had not heard in a long time.
"Hello.. Death." He greeted.
He had thought many times what he would do if he even met the diety again.
However now that the time had come, he felt nothing. No resentment or anger.
"They pulled quite the trick last time we met." Death said, annoyed
"That I did," Ignotus confirmed.
"What happened to him? Harold, I mean? They made a vow to save him, didn't you?" Peverell asked.
"That I did, Peverell. However, never did I say when I would save thy son." Death grinned.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Ignotus asked with a frown.
"There is no need for a dead man to ask questions." Death said, approaching him.
"You were always the clever one, Ignotus. Tell me. Where is MY cloak?" Death asked.
"Heh. Hahahaha. Hahahahah." Ignotus started to laugh. Much to the annoyance of Death
With every breath, he felt pain in his ribs.
"You should know better." Peverell said with a grin.
"Tell me, where is it?" Death glared at the almost-dead.
"Somewhere, you will never find." Ignotus said with a laugh.
"Why You arrogant bastard." Death felt rage built up in him.
However, even Death had a duty to attend to. So with a sigh. The Grim Reaper did what it did best, and Ignotus Peverell was no more.
Cut*Harry James Potter was born an odd boy.He was born with very striking features. He resembled his father in all ways.
However, one thing he did not receive from his father or mother was his eyes.
His grey dull eyes had freaked them out when he was first born.
Sirius had even joked that James had cheated on Lily, much to the annoyance of the young couple.
Harry stared at the man in front of him.
He had seen him just kill his mother.
Well, his new mother.
You see, Harry Potter wasn't always called Harry Potter. Once, he was named Harold Peverell.
Son of Ignotus and Lena Peverell. He had died young. That much was clear from his foggy memories.
One thing he had learned was that he was in time much further than his own.
His mother had stated the date as 1981. Over 700 hundred years since he was born,
The man in front of Harry reminded him of a figure, a figure he had seen froggily in his memories.
"We finally meet. Harry Potter. My equal." The voice was raspy, but it was filled with arrogance.
Red eyes met Grey, and an unspoken battle occurred in their eyes.
Neither of the two averted their gaze.
"As expected of you, even as a babe, you try and defy me. It is a shame that you were born to be a sacrifice. A sacrifice to my step towards greatness." The Dark Lord started to laugh like a maniac as he pointed his wand at Harry.
"Avada Kedavra." A sickly green light hit the babe square in the head.
However, things did not go out as Voldemort planned; hell, it was nothing like anything anyone expected.
Sure, Lily Potter had used a botched sacrificial spell; however, what saved Harry Potter, No. What saved Harold Peverell was the vow that Death had made for him.
*Cut*
Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of today, walked towards Number 4 Privet Drive.
Behind a cat followed him stiffly. It was an odd cat.
Dumbledore smiled fondly at the cat.
The cat started back at the aged professor.
Dumbledore continued walking towards the house, not looking behind him.
The cat also followed Albus with stiff movements.
Albus once again looked behind himself, this time; however, instead of a cat, an elderly woman wearing glasses appeared.
"Hello, dear Minerva." Albus greeted the professor.
"Albus, is it true?" She asked.
"Why indeed it is dear Minerva." Dumbledore confirmed.
"No wonder there has been such a ruckus. The obliviators have been working tirelessly. Even muggle news has gotten suspicious." Minerva sighed.
"No need to be so strict, Minerva. It had been a long time since people have had any good news." Albus chuckled heartily.
Minerva huffed in annoyance but didn't refute his words.
"Is the other part also true," Minerva asked slowly.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about?" He asked, confused.
"About James and Lily. They said... Are they truly dead?" Minerva asked.
"Ah. That's.. Unfortunately true." Albus confirmed solemnly.
"About Harry, do you think he did it? His scars were very deep. It was almost like they were buend into his body." Minerva asked.
"I am not sure, Minerva. It's unlikely.. Lily or James most likely did something." Albus said truthfully.
"Poor Harry, he has no one for him anymore." Minerva felt small tears escape her eyes.
"Where is he now. Harry, I mean." Minerva asked.
"He is heading here; Hagrid will be bringing him.
"Hagrid. Are you sure he is safe with him, Albus?" Minerva asked sceptical.
"I would trust him with my life," Albus said.
"No. Not that. He is rather, how should I say this? Cl..umsy?" Minerva said.
"He will be fine Minerva," Albus said.
"What about Harry, where will he live?" Minerva asked.
"He will be living here, with his only other family," Albus answered.
Minerva gasped at the man's words.
"You can not be serious Albus, these are the worst sorts of muggles I have ever seen. Even other muggles have a hard time thinking pleasantries about them." Minerva said in shock.
"Harry should stay here," Albus answered firmly leaving no grounds for an argument.
"Are you sure they will treat him right? That woman has been jealous of Lily since she came to Hogwarts?" Minerva asked.
"Harry will be fine Minerva," Albus confirmed.
"I hope you are correct," Minerva said.
Vroom!
A flying bike safely loaded beside the two.
"Ah, Hagrid. We were expecting you." Albus greeted the man warmly.
"Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore." Hagrid greeted his eyes were puffy.
"Where is Harry?" Albus asked.
Hagrid quickly handed Harry over to the old Headmaster.
"He's been awake since I go there. didn't cry or even make a sound, must be terrified the poor lad. Hagrid said with slight tears.
"It must be traumatising for him," McGonagall said with sorrow.
Albus stared at Harry with a smile, Harry's eyes reminded Albus something.
Albus frowned as he stared at the child's eyes which were staring at him.
"Is something wrong Albus?" Minerva asked.
"No, no It's quite alright," Dumbledore said quickly smiling.
"Now, let's give Harry to his family," Albus said with a small smile.
*Cut*
A/N FanFiction is a pain to write in. Firstly I can't copy an entire chapter at once,
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