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Death sighed as they watched. Voldemort has won, the last defense of the magical and non magical world died. Snuffed out because Voldemort cheated death on more than one occasion. In a flash Harry Potter was laying at Death's feet, his soul long gone from the body. And yet the black cloaked figure kneeled down to the dead body of the young man. Placed it's hand over his heart and started to whisper an incantation.
Minutes later Harry woke gasping for air. "I'm sorry to take you from my realm. I know how… Unpleasant that is" Death said as they stood up looking down upon the wizard.
Harry was trying to take in his surroundings but his head was hurting, everything wasn't there yet. "Where am I? What happened?" Harry asked looking up at the hooded figure but couldn't see what was underneath the hood.
"Calm child. All will be made clear in a few moments." As Death said that they move to the side and a pale body of Hermione appears on the floor.
As much as Harry wanted to say something, he understood that something big was happening at the moment. The cloaked form of Death knelt down and started to whisper an incantation. Soon enough, Hermione's body started to regain some of its color and then all of it at once. A small black ball lifted from her mouth and then she started to cough and sit up startled her hand shooting up to her chest. "Harry!" Hermione called out between her coughs.
The ball shrunk and then disappeared entirely. Her eyes darted around first at the hooded figure above her but then to her left then her right, finally her eyes landed on the person she was looking for. "You got him." She said smiling.
They were both interrupted by the figure in front of them who started laughing in a tone more feminine than both teens thought would come from the hooded figure. "You both just returned from the dead one of you for a second time. And when you both come to, you converse about the revenge that you got for the other." Death continued to laugh for a few moments more.
"Not that I don't appreciate you bringing us back… If that is what you did. Who are you? And why do such a thing?" Harry asked as he moved beside Hermione embracing her in a half hug.
"Is it not obvious with the cloak and bringing you back from the dead, gods you're dense." Death said to the two. Which caused Hermione to giggle for a bit. "I am Death Your master. You are one of the few humans in history to wield all three Deathly hallows. You wield my powers, my burdens and blessings." Death was going on, finally taking off their hood in the process Revealing their face.
"Wait, Death is a woman?" Hermione interrupted looking up at the perfect angular face, one eye misty grey while the other is a vibrant blue. Her hair cut pixie style with jet black hair a lot like Harry's yet hers seemed darker almost like nothing was there.
"Technically I can be whatever I want, whoever I feel like." To prove their point Death started to morph into Harry Potter down to the scar. Then to Dumbledore and finally back to their own form. "I am coming to you for help, my knight, and in reward regardless of what you do. Her." Death said as they pointed toward Hermione.
"She's not a reward to be handed out." Harry retorted back darkly.
"And yet here she is, and here you are. The task is the same you have been faced with all your life, But this time you will have all the knowledge you have now, along with extra knowledge that was denied to you in your past." Death said to the pair.
"Wait, You're asking? If Harry is your… whatever you want to call him. You can't order him around?" Hermione asked death with a couple of other questions poised on her lips waiting for an answer.
"That is correct, He may have all the Hallows, Yet that does not mean he has any power over me, unlike the name you humans have come up with for the wielders of all three. He is not the Master of Death. And even though I told you that I am his Master I do not hold power over him. We merely have the ability to call one another. Like I am doing now. I need his help. Regardless of whether or not he accepts, I'm going to set my plan in motion. It is up to you two to see if that plan will succeed." Death said with an amused look on their face.
"So you are just going to be toying with our lives?" Harry asked, getting more bitter with every answer that Death gives them.
"No, I am merely going all in with my best hand." Death said pleased with her wording of so. "Well time is ticking, Death waits for no one. You will be transported to your old bodies. Let's give you two months before the start of Hogwarts, July first, 1991. Harry you will have all three hallows still. And you both will remember everything… Put it to good use. Oh and before I forget. Dumbledore was trying to hide something big from you. Please see the goblins with just Hermione, They should take care of it then."
"Why." Was all that Hermione got off before both the teens' vision went black, and Hermione was silenced.
Harry was now trapped under his cupboard again, he was laying on the lumpy old mattress, his hands first shot up to his face and moved their way down seeing what was changed and found out Death meant what they said. To his knowledge he was a ten year old again.
Where Hermione opened her eyes where she found herself in the middle of her bed. Her hands shot straight to her teeth, sighing loudly as she found her buck teeth back, but then moved down noticing the lack of breasts, muscles and height that she was used to.
Not to his surprise the resurrection stone was now on a ring snuggly fitting over his middle finger, on his left hand. The elder wand sitting on the shelf above him, with a black envelope underneath it. Pocketing the elder wand in his oversized pant's pocket, he picked up the envelope guessing that it must be from death.
Dear Harry
There were a few things that I forgot to mention, first and foremost. There is no trace on the elders wand. And I have done the same to Hermione's wand who is reading a similar note to this. You both can apparate without triggering the trace. You can call forth a Raven who will act a lot like an owl but it will only go between the two of you, aswell as you and me, no matter whether you are in this world or the afterlife. Use the knowledge you have wisely and learn new things. I urge you to be a part of this war and win it.
Harry sighed after reading it. Death is just another old fool who was trying to control him. But even to Harry's short sightedness he knew that this was his best way to save the ones he loved and protect the ones who shouldn't die.
Harry laid back down, and closed his eyes to think of how to get out of this hell some called his home. Sadly he couldn't think of anything as his eyes slowly started to get heavier and heavier to the now young boy.
Harry woke with a start as heavy footsteps echo into his small dark cupboard. Harry couldn't help but to groan out loudly as he got used to not living here. Of waking up to Hermione's voice. Harry's train of thought got interrupted as uncle Vernon pounded on his door quietly enough to make sure no one else woke up. "Was that a groan I heard from you, you freak!?" Vernon hissed through the door not wanting to wake up the rest of the house.
Harry was waging war inside his head, the elder wand feeling hot inside his pocket itching to be used. But in the end Harry decided not to do anything rash yet. "No, Uncle Vernon."
"Damn right it isn't you waste of space." He mumbled as he continued to tread forward most likely in the search of coffee.
It scared Harry how easy it was for him to fall back into this old routine of abuse even after everything he has done. Has nothing really changed? But before Harry could continue this way of thinking A black raven more or less just materialized on his knee looking at him with a cocked head. A white muggle paper was rolled up on it's leg, tied with a rubber band.
Harry
We need to meet… I don't really believe this and I need to see you. Also I already have a few ideas. Meet me inside the leaky cauldron in an hour, if this works you won't be going back to your relatives. So bring everything.
Your Hermione
P.s. I really hope this is real.
Harry smiled as he finished reading the note. But then started to look around his small cupboard not really knowing what he should bring along. None of this stuff is really his. All the clothes are way too big, even for a normal kid his age.
In the end Harry only pocketed his Cloak of invisibility. It was still Early in the morning and had almost an hour to go, so Harry decided to have a little fun before he left. He pulled out the elder wand, and took a deep breath. If Hermione was going to trust the one calling themselves Death, so would he… For the most part.
He pointed his wand toward the door and cast Alohomora in a whisper. The five distinct clinks of the locks told Harry that the spell worked but waited to see if Anyone heard them unlock. But then remembered he had no real reason to be sneaky. He walked out into the hallway almost tripping over himself as he wasn't used to being so small and close to the ground in a while.
After he corrected himself, he started to move at a slower rate, to get used to his height heading toward the dining room where he knew Uncle Vernon will be at.
At the new noise of the door opening, Vernon was expecting to see his wife. But instead he was looking down at a wand point. "Petrificus Totalus." Harry shot out. It hit the target as soon as his mouth was open, ready to curse at the young boy. Harry sighed Happily at the silence, Yet he could see Uncle Vernon's face go purple as he tried to yell at him.
"Calm down you fat old fool. As best as you tried to hide it, I found out why you hated me all these years." Harry moved closer to his uncle and picked up the coffee mug, taking a sip from it but then spat it out on the ground. "That tasted like half a cup of sugar. What happened to the coffee Pig?" Harry asked but when he looked up expecting a response he was met with a petrified man "Oh yeah." Harry said as he tilted the cup of hot coffee sugar over, letting it spill onto the man's lap. And as Harry tipped it upside down a clump of wet brown sugar fell out. Yet not even a whine comes from the fat pig.
"There are so many things I can do now with this wand here." Harry said, picking up the conversation again as he showed off the Elders wand to his uncle. "I could kill you and no one could prove it was me. I could torture you, as payback from what you made me go through for years. I could make you my slave." Harry took two steps backwards and fully extended his arm as he pointed the wand at the man. So many spells running through his head.
But after a few moments Harry sighed, lowering his wand. "But that would make me as worse as you wouldn't it?"
Death materialized in more of a ghostly form behind his uncle. The robe is gone, replaced by black jeans and an oversized hoodie. "Come on Harry. You can do it, You know the spells." They said to Harry.
Harry cocked his head confused at the intruder to his little spur of the moment idea.
"Oh, don't worry he can't hear or see me. But you can Kill him, Kill them all. No one will be the wiser." Death continued with an infectious smile.
As Vernon watched as the young boy went from pissed to tired to confused.
Vernon got worried as the freak started to smile.
Death moved around the man who sat on the chair to behind Harry as she hooked her arms around him and whispered into his ear. "You know so many spells. You can burn him, cut him, make him suffer, kill him, you can turn him into something else." Death said into the young boy's ear. She can feel the potential from the kid, two sides of him pushing him to be somebody.
Harry couldn't help but admit that Death's ideas sounded so good. His wand arm started to rise the tip of his wand lighting up in different colors as the boys intent changed and so did the spells.
"That it my knight." Death said to Harry. But to the young boy it was just the same voice as Hermione's and that pushed him over the edge. He moved toward the fat man, his wand digging into his left shoulder as he cast "Incendio!" in a hiss. Harry's wand tip turned red, then orange as a small flame sprouted from the tip. Instantly turned a small circle of Vernons clothes to ash and started to burn the man's flesh. Harry started to do this all over the man's body, his smile growing, as he does.
"Sorry there isn't the smell of tobacco in the air like there was when you did this with your cigars Uncle." Harry said to the man, as he stopped burning him. Harry lifted his own shirt up to show the man his own work on the young boy. Scars showing the story of the abuse he went through. The cuts, and the burns.
"Now, Harry. Do more to him. He deserves it. Look at all the things he did to you." Death said as they spoke up again in Hermione's voice. "Take a finger or two. Take his whole limbs for all that matters. We know you want to do it. And nothing is stopping you, my knight."
"Diffindo." Harry said in more of a daze than anything. He didn't put a lot of power behind it. Manly because he didn't want to cut anything off. Yet a huge gash appeared along Vernons arm. "Diffindo, Diffindo, Diffindo." Harry casted it over and over again. By the time he stopped, There was gashes and small cuts all over his uncle's body. His clothes soaked in blood.
Harry was panting at the power used. His body obviously had the knowledge but not the magical core it had in his later years. The man in front of him fell to the floor as the magic that was holding him in place gave out. Yet he didn't try to scream or to get up, He was still breathing but he passed out from all the pain. "Pathetic trash." Harry said at the sight.
"Indeed. Now finish it. Kill him, end him." Death said again.
The idea flooded the young boy's head. But in the end he decided not to do it. Instead he turned toward death who was still right behind him so they were face to face. "You ever use her voice again. Voldemort won't be the last thing I kill, do you understand that?" Harry said to Death a fire in his eyes that only a man older than the 10 year old in front of her should have.
"You are definitely going to be fun to watch. My knight." Death said in her voice that she used it first to him. Yet still using Hermione's new title for him.
"Get out of here." Harry said to Death.
Death only raised their hands in defeat, while smiling at the young boy. "I'll be watching." She said as she just disappeared without a sound.
Harry looked down at the unconscious man cursing himself. "What the fuck am I going to do." Harry said quietly to himself. "Fuck it." Harry said finally coming to the conclusion that he was dreading. With a quiet but still distinct pop Vernon was left alone on the dining room floor.
Harry appeared on the front steps of Hermione's home. Hoping that she was still here he knocked on the door.
A Man opened the door, short brown hair, with deep brown eyes, behind thin rimmed glasses wearing a bathrobe. "Do you know how early it is, son?" He responded.
Harry was taken back by this. He didn't think this far ahead, which caused Harry to nervously chuckle. "Um… I know how this might sound. But I need to talk to Hermione, your daughter." Harry said to the man in front of him.
The only thing he got was a grunt from the man.
Harry only looked up at the man trying to think of what else to say. But was spared as Hermione spoke up behind the man. "Daddy stop it. He's a friend."
"I thought you didn't have any friends?" Her father responded which surprised Harry. Until a new voice boomed from behind both of them
"DANIEL! You did not just say that to our daughter!" A feminine voice cut through which Harry was guessing was Hermione's mother. As she finished talking, Daniel's face paled as he knew he fucked up. But Harry was trying not to laugh as Hermione pushed past the man. Her Hair puffed out in an unorganized fashion as it was in her early school years.
What surprised both men present was that Hermione rushed to Harry practically jumping on to him wrapping him in a bone crushing hug. "It is real." Hermione whispered into his ear. Harry couldn't help but to smile as he hugged her back, which surprised the young witch as he was never one to do physical displays of affection.
As she unwrapped her arms she took a step back bumping into her Dad. "I need your help Hermione. And we need to hurry if you accept to help me." Harry said, noticing that her father came out of his slight shock.
"Why can't you ask your own Parents?" Daniel asked the small boy. Hermione winced at the mention of them.
Harry just responded curtly. "They are dead." At this Daniel's face paled again as he sighed in defeat and moved inside.
"I need my coffee." Daniel muttered as he left the doorway.
Harry waited to continue in a whisper. "I messed up Hermione, I don't know what came over me but I messed up and You were the only one I thought of that could help."
"Of course I was. I'm the smartest witch of our generation." She said, smirking at the young boy. Which caused the boy to smile.
"Would they mind if you disappeared earlier than before?" Harry asked as he nodded toward the house.
"They would care, but I can reassure them later. Let me grab my bag and we can leave." Hermione pulled Harry inside the house and closed the door behind him. "Mum, Dad I'm going to go help Harry before I go to the Library!" She called out as she headed up the stairs.
To Harry's right a head popped around a corner that Harry assumed was the dining room as he could see the end of a table. The resemblance was undeniable, Hermione looked a lot like her mom, but for her mom was more blond and had slightly less messy hair. "Yes, you can go!" She yelled so her daughter could hear her. Then she turned her head toward Harry and spoke quieter. "I don't know why or how, but this morning she woke up a different girl. You keep your eyes on her, and your hands off. And I'll make sure Dan doesn't do anything."
Her voice and demeanor reminded Harry of the saying about a mother bear protecting her cubs. All Harry could do in response was to nod his head at the women, who only smiled and walked back into the dining room.
Hermione came running back down the stairs with an evident smile on her face. "Lets go," She said to Harry as she opened the door. "Love you, Mum, Dad!" She called over her shoulder as Harry left the house and she soon followed. "Come on, I know where we can apparate without worry." Hermione said to Harry as she looped her arm around his as she guided him down the block.
"Before we go, Hermione, I must say… I don't know what came over me, and I'm sorry that you're going to have to see it. I'm not sorry that I did it though." Harry said, looking straight ahead. Knowing that she was looking at him worriedly. But knew that if he looked over right now he would start to regret what he did, but knew that he should not regret it. It had to be done, he was sent back to beat monsters. And not all monsters had Magic.
After a minute of walking, they were at a small park with a lot of tree cover and that is when Hermione broke the silence. "I will never care what you do, as long as you are alive." She said quietly, and when Harry turned to look at her but she turned away, her face mostly hidden but he could still see that she was blushing slightly.
"I've used a lot of my magical power, can you apparate us to Private drive?" Harry asked her as they were surrounded by enough trees.
"Yeah I can but if we land on anything it's your fault, the last time I was there the house was barren." Hermione said as she closed her eyes to focus.
Harry let out a chuckle but tightened his hold on Hermione's arm as he prepared to side along apparate. With a pop they were gone, and Harry was now looking at the living room window. Though to his right a little yelp as Hermione found herself on the couch.