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Blood From Whence He Came	By : Ladygreychaton Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 17519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter, characters, rights to, any books, movies, songs, poems or references made. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling, this is just for fun, with no intentions of profit.

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[[Conqueror of Death Harry dies of old age, and gets a chance to jump his bloodline. Not-Godlike, realistically powerful Harry. AU. Altered Timeline. ]]
(( Do not own Harry Potter, characters, rights to, any books, movies, songs, poems or references made. Several hints to Harry Potter books, but again belong to J.K. Rowling. Any further things belong to their original owners, aside from original characters. Used with no intention of profit! Pottermore, Wikia, original series are included rarely, but please don't think I own these either! ))
[[I do not have a Beta, and I edit as I catch things!
I also update as I can... chapters are as long or short as the flow dictates.]]

Apparently being born wasn't as easy as dying, Harry soon found. Many things needed to be discussed. Taking Death's hand was just one step along a grand list of things. It felt a bit like he was back with Hermione, with her grand planning schemes the day before something was to take off. The thought made him smile, a tad homesick once more. But his reminiscence was interrupted when the cloaked figure called for his attention.
'James Potter was born the 27th of March, 1960... would you like to be older or younger than your former father, Harry James Potter?' The Voice announced with a faint rise of tone, wheezing like fog over decayed leaves.
Harry was surprised his opinion on the topic would be taken into account, considering the matter, but decided not to protest it. Inwardly, like a small child and not a soul that had lived over a hundred and twenty years, he still smiled each time he learned about his father. Sure, he'd read the Potter family tree, but hearing it from Death had a certain... closeness and reality to it. He felt connected to his father.
"I think... probably older," The formerly bespectacled man said, trying to run his hand through his hair. It still felt weird to acknowledge dying, so the 'feeling' was a bit unusual, like one's hand wasn't quite there, asleep maybe. "I wouldn't want to be younger than him. He'd end up taking me under his wing. No, if I am to make a difference, I'll have to be older. As much as I want him to... be protective of me, this would work better. All that's known about Charlus and Dorea's son is that he was born before 1977... his parents were born roughly in the 1920's. So we have a bit of leg room to find a place for me, between the late 1940's, and 1950's, I'd say would be a good time frame?"
Death seemed to consider for a moment, then nodded slowly, his hood dipping down in acknowledgement. Harry heaved a great sigh of relief, then waited as the dementor like being continued. 'In your past life, you were a Leo, born at the end of July. This cannot be as well. As you are to be... influential in this next world, you'll need allies. In your later years, you understood the importance of putting aside grudges.' The wizard nodded, a bit confused about star signs and grudges, but agreeing. 'Astrology is very important to the Blacks, you know. As you are to be the Balance, My Vassal, I will make you the Scales that weigh the world. A Libra will suit, Harry James Potter... the Blacks will take this as importance when combined with other gifts.'
Harry quickly tried to absorb this, thinking that it did make sense from a superficial point. After all, every Black or person related to the Blacks that he'd known was named after a constellation or star sign. It wouldn't be so bad to go from one birth month to another, either.
Death moved on and began to walk, or something similar to it, gliding over the ashen sands and motioning for Harry to follow. After a moment, the wizard followed, his feet sinking deeply and feeling difficult to move. For a moment, he considered if it was perception again, or if it got easier the longer you were dead. Then, the figure turned and gestured with a gnarled and blackened hand. Behind him stood a door, standing out quite unusually in the abyss, as there was no wall, no hallway. Just a door, a strange door standing out in the middle of the sands and waiting for someone to turn the handle.
'Beyond this is a record of all your magical achievements that you have managed in the course of your human lifetime. Your knowledge that you have learned, any abilities, including things you have lost---' Harry was startled as he realized this would also include the parseltongue ability, which had disappeared with the horcrux. There it was, locked away behind that door, and Death had known what he had wanted to ask. 'Every ability you have been inspired to learn or grow, every magic, any knowledge... carefully stored behind this door. Slowly, I will begin feeding it back to you through the years of your next life, unlocking it over time. Not all at once, or your mortal shell will break, shattering and we'll be left to start over while Charlus and Dorea's son is left a soulless husk in St. Mungo's ward...'
Harry shuddered at the mental image of his mind and body overloading from a hundred and twenty-four years of knowledge and magic pouring back into an unprepared body. Short-circuiting a body that was not meant to hold as much as two lifetimes. The wizard felt a bit of confusion, wondering how it was possible that even with it fed slowly to him over time, how he was expected to assimilate all of this. "Will I remember this? You? Being alive the first time in the future... well, I suppose the future that might have been?" He carefully asked, wanting to know what exactly he would be born aware of.
Death seemed to clasp it's hands together, folding the overly elongated fingers in a manner that suggested it was thinking. 'It would hardly be prudent of Me for you not to remember this, to not remember your duties as a Vassal, don't you think? Naturally, that will include memories of your past life... But as human minds are not meant to hold the memories of two lifetimes, those shall be filtered over time. Dreams, and vague recollections, deja vous. On other instances, you shall simply know.' Harry nodded, agreeing that was likely a good way to go about it.
'We'll have to tread a thin balance between the Potters and the Blacks, Harry James Potter,' the Voice continued. 'You were an animagus in your later years, were you not?'
Dutifully, Harry nodded, recalling the training he had gone through to find his animal form. It had not been his patronus, a stag that had reflected his father's animagus. However, it had been something that matched his personality. Harry was a born leader, but lonely and often sought others to work with. He needed strong allies, and floundered a little on his own. Hermione had calmly stated that alone, he would likely wither away and die. When his animagus form had revealed itself to be a grey wolf, with the usual lightning scar marking across his forehead and hazel green eyes, his friends had been amused. Fitting, they'd said.
To Harry, it had made him feel special because it reminded him of his father and godfather once more. They had made a pack of their own. Sirius was a large dog, a black grim. He could now fully understand why he didn't like to be cooped up indoors, the need to run and be free. After spending time running with Ginny's horse and Ron's terrier animagus, or thrashing through a pond next to Hermione's swimming otter, and chasing after Luna's white rabbit, yes he fully understood what it felt like to be free. His friends had always brought a smile to his lips, and it had seemed suiting that only Ron and Ginny could truly keep up with him, though Luna often outsmarted him. The devilish white rabbit was not to be trifled with, no.
Snapping out of it, he nodded. "So I'll keep my animagus form? The Potters were known to be good at Transfiguration, that was our branch," Harry agreed.
'You will keep your wolf,' Death agreed, saying no more. 'But the balance, as I said, Harry James Potter. The balance... between the Blacks and the Potters... We will need something to cement your place in their world. Perhaps a bloodline trait... yes, a bloodline...' The voice was hissing, a bit like a kettle mixed with his own vague recollection of his Aunt Petunia's blender. It set his teeth on edge, much like nails on a chalkboard. 'We can't have you stand out, no that won't do. But We must make an impact. Balance, Harry James Potter. You will be My hands, My arms, the way I touch the world once more. So the Blacks must notice you, simply being born pure isn't enough...'
The wizard nodded tensely, feeling greatly out of depth. Agreeing to mess with the timeline was so very, very complicated. Desperately, he wanted to know how Death had control over Life, how he was going to be reborn with blood abilities, into a certain timeline. How was he going to be born to that couple, his great Aunt and Uncle? How could Death be sure that he wouldn't die and be overloaded in the process of releasing memories or abilities over time? How would he remember any of this? And how in the bloody world would he complete some mission of saving the magical world again?
'Karma,' Death responded, once more answering as though he was listening to the man's thoughts. 'Superstition once said that if a black cat walked across one's path, it was a sign of bad luck. Contrary wise, in other cultures, cats were revered as incredibly lucky creatures, nearly godlike. Worshipped as a key to the otherside, something that was said to be able to judge you. Bad or good, it was considered luck.'
Harry wrinkled his nose, feeling a tad affronted. After all, they had just discussed that he was a canine, and now the entity known as Death was discussing felines? He'd never quite been able to reconcile with Crookshanks after his animagus transformation. "What are you getting at exactly?"
Death leaned closer to Harry, nearly invading his space. The figure gestured grandly, as though amused. 'My sweet Conqueror, how you amuse Me. No, you will not be a cat. You will be the balance, the coming of karma. When good is needed, so shall you be kind and offer them wonder. When death and punishment are called for, you My Vassal, shall dole it out.'
To Harry this sounded much like a strange Knight of Death situation, but again wasn't in a position of power to argue. There was much good to be had, anyways. He'd be able to guide the Marauders, to be older and wiser. Perhaps he'd even be able to befriend Snape and his mum. Had he a pulse, he was sure it would've been fluttering in delight, but alas he smiled instead. He'd already decided that if he was to impress the Blacks and the Potters, that both Slytherin and Gryffindor was out. Yes, he needed something more neutral, something that would subtly reflect that he was a child of both lines.
Another thought shifted and he decided to voice it. "What about the Hallows? In this timeline, if I'm their Master, will I have to find them or claim them?" Harry wondered aloud, curious for once about something he'd never bothered with in his former life. After all, he was a supposed Vassal of Death now, so this was likely an important question.
'In this timeline myth shall suit My legend. I would forbid all others from touching My items, and stolen from their bloodlines, they will make their way to you,' the Voice heaved with a self-satisfied air.
To Harry it was a tad confusing, and didn't really answer much. Would Grindelwald ever own the Elder wand before it made it's way to his side? Would the Gaunts ever own the Resurrection stone and would Voldemort ever use it as a Horcrux before it found it's way to Harry? Would James ever use the Cloak to hide the Mauraders in Hogwarts from mischief before it was passed on to himself?
'No,' Death said simply, breathing out a shuddering gasp that reminded the wizard of someone who lay dying with water in their lungs, drowning in shallow choking puffs. Less than a teaspoon of water to die, Harry recalled morbidly, then pushed the thought away.
The dementor like figure extended it's clawed like hands, and the soul of the old man went willingly, tiring of the questions and dancing around answers. Hopefully, Death would guide him better during his next life. Death drew him into his embrace, like a lover pulling the soul of Harry James Potter into his cloaked and towering form. It was dark, and cold. And then it wasn't.
Hardwin Libras Potter was born to Charlus and Dorea Potter at the stroke of 3:00 am on October 1st, 1955 after several hours of labor. He was born with a thick black hair and dark eyes, though as you know with most babies, that can change. The Blacks and the Potters celebrated, a pureblood had been born and had been properly named, legitimized. Naturally, he would attend Hogwarts, and marry only the finest of witches. The wizarding world was content for now, and they waited impatiently for young Hardwin to grow.

DinatheCat : I'm glad you like it! Canon info is never bad, and should always be bothered to push around, or twist a bit. I hope you continue to enjoy it, and hope Hardwin (Harry) grows!
Pops : I'm glad you enjoy my writing! I loved the original story, and one can only hope to do it justice in a fanfic. I usually update every few days, this one or my other story, provided nothing happens in reality. Hopefully you continue to enjoy it?
BAFan : Ahh, that's rather telling, isn't it? Though some of it is simple. A canon character that was never expanded upon offers a unique opportunity, I think. Ah! Thank you for catching my mistake. I'm legally blind, and I don't have a beta, so I catch what I can as I go back many many times... but I don't mind if someone says, "Oi, Chaton, you messed up here!" Hopefully you like shorter leading chapter?
Maskai : Ahh, I do not. I didn't know what that was until I googled it to be honest. I only post on Adultfanfiction. I usually post every 4-5 days, sometimes sooner, though. I have two stories going at the moment, provided I don't get busy with real life drama I'm pretty consistent. When I get excited for a chapter I post the next day sometimes. Blah! Glad you liked the first, hope it stays that way ~
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