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“Will you stay with me?” He asked his mother, voice shaking, “always” replied lily, reaching out to him, their souls faded as he dropped the stone, a cold air wooshed across him. A strong blast hit Harry square in the chest——

‘White.. Everything is white, why? Where am I? I was in the battle of hogwarts this time though..’ Harry thought to himself , he put his hand on the cold floor, and shivered at the touch of the marble-like floor below his skin, “Ah.. you’re here early” said an unfamiliar voice, he was covered in a dark cloak, cold as ice, yet seemed to comfort Harry, his face was covered by the long cloak, Harry couldn’t make out who or what the voice was, he had skeletal like hands and arms enwrapped— not in the cloak but a fabric-like smoke.

“Where— Where am I?” Said Harry, Finally managing to ask. “You are in limbo my dear friend, and I am death.” Said the figure- Death- “Wha- what’s limbo?” The figure chuckled at his question, ‘what was so funny?’ Harry thought, “Limbo is basically the middle of life and death, it’s where souls can wish to tether still in the mortal realm or wish to depart from life” Answered Death, his voice felt like a soft breeze when heard, cold but not freezing. He took a moment to process everything he was told, it was heavy to know where he was now. But even heavier when he realized.

Harry now realized what was happening, he was dead— wasn’t he? “Can I go to the afterlife?” Harry asked death, he wanted to see his family after all, “If you choose” Death said in reply, “But I can give you another chance at life since you are my master, one where you won’t have any hardships and live a cosy and normal life, you only need to ask and shake my hand, and your new journey awaits” Death held one of his boney hands out to him, Harry sparked at the deity’s words, while he wanted to go and see his family or maybe even save everyone… he wanted to have this choice for himself— Just this once…— after all… he could just ask death to reincarnate himself to save the whole entire world.... Again

“One more question before I go.. what does it mean that I’m your master?” Harry said, Death only chuckled in reply, “You’ll find out soon enough while I send you some books to help you gain enough strength in your new body… Some of them may have answers you seek in your old life childe” The deity said in an amusing voice. But before harry could say anything back, he was thrown into a whirlpool, the feeling was like the same when he went to use the floo for the first time, “Good luck Childe! For Fate knows you might need it..” Death said with an exaggerated sigh.

Harry could barely breath, he woke up sweating, in a his own body but… not the same… He stepped outside of the bedroom, only to be filled with weird and colorful stuff, like what he always wanted as a kid but the dursleys never allowed, and a letter addressed to.. Harvey Jamie Potter? From, LILY POTTER?!

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Harry didn't know how to feel about this... At this point he was still confused about what just happened, and didn't want to do anything too drastic. He slowly took out the letter from his mother and read it,

My Harvey,

Hi! How are you doing sweetheart? We haven't had time to talk to you about the bakery? When are you gonna open it? I've tasted your little tiny donuts you sent me last week and they were DELICIOUS! Padfoot and Wormy especially liked the sprinkles! Though Moony, I think was tearing up when you gave him the extra chocolate flavoured ones. If you have time can you PLEASE make your father more of the matcha flavoured one? He loved them! HEY LITTLE HARV! THIS IS YOUR FAVOURITE PARENT (don’t tell your mother I said that though) CAN YOU PRETTY PLEASE MAKE MORE OF THE MATCHA FLAVOURED ONES? I PROMISE I’LL GET YOU ALL THE INGREDIENTS! Alright Harvey! We love you always! Bye!

Love, Your parents!

P.S. This is Paddy here! Can you make me more of the little rainbow lines that taste amazing bambi? Send 'em’ to 12 grimmauld place please!!!

Harry couldn’t believe this.. Sirius and his parents were alive! Peter Pettigrew didn’t betray them and they were all happy in this lifetime! Gosh, he wished he could’ve lived this life time earlier.. But that didn’t matter, he needed a bunch of donuts to bake and mouths to feed! But first… He needed to get a quill and parchment.

After writing the letter, he wrapped it around with his Not-so-dead Owl, Hedwig, and sent her away to wherever his family was. He started to get ingredients and went straight to baking, since the Dursleys placed him often with baking sweets because of Dudley, he had a pretty good hand with baking stuff, even if the Dursleys bossed him around, he actually liked baking, gardening and knitting! Especially after seeing how Molly Weasley made things by knitting, he started to learn it too . 

After the whole entire kitchen was almost a filled mess and him covered head-to-toe in flour, he put them in a box and put a preserving charm on the baked-goods and went to retreat in his room, it’s been a while since he had a good night's sleep, his family would have to wait for him to send their snacks though…

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Harry fluttered his eyelids open, he yawned and tried to grab his glasses, then remembered that the Harry in this universe didn’t need them…

 He stepped one foot out before tripping on a package, ‘Hello Childe, these may help you to understand who you were in this universe before - Death’ Harry stared at the package for a moment then back at the note, Well the note isn’t suspicious at all, He thought. He grabbed the package and threw it on the table. He unwrapped the package, then he saw his documents, and his… Wait a minute.. There was another letter stuck on the package..

Harry took the letter and opened it slowly, he read:

‘Dear Mr. Potter, we regret to inform you that your illness is spreading rapidly, unfortunately we have estimated that you only have a week to live, if you would like to inform your family personally that’s alright, we haven’t sent any of these terms as we didn’t get your consent to. -St. Mungo’s, April 25 2004, sent 6:49 a.m.’.. 

‘2004? Wait.. it said he was still born in 1980.. so that would mean.. add the 20, then the 2.. OH MERLIN HE WAS 22?!’.. Wow..

That was a big gap from what his actual age was.. But enough of that, “DEATH!” Harry yelled out, a black smoke erupted from inside the cottage, Death stepped out of the smoke and sighed “It took you long enough.. Anyways, what do you need?”

 Harry looked that death straight in the eyes (if he had any) “Can you send some ingredients of cakes, I want to try out a new recipe I found, but all the ingredients are either hard to find or are either sold out” Harry pouted,

 death just stared blankly at Harry’s face, “What” death said, “Okay- lemme get this straight.. You want to get ingredients that you can’t get yourself cause your mortal, and is using me, a deity and the fucking epitome of death to get the cake ingredients.. AND YOUR NOT EVEN ASKING WHY YOUR HERE OR HOW YOU CAME?!” The deity said,

 Harry raised his eyebrows and scrunched up his nose, “Well.. I have everything I wanted in my other life.. and the real Harry in this universe is dead now. So, I guess I just want to live happily now that I’ve gotten the chance..” Said Harry, 

Death looked at him and sighed again, “Fine.. I’ll get your ingredients…” Death Facepalmed himself and the black smoke erupted from the ground again, “Thank you Dee!” Harry yelled at the black smoke.

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By the time Death sent back the ingredients to Harry, the raven-haired boy already asked him to get more. “Hmm.. Alright Dee, I’ll need this one first and then that, then this thing, and that one as well, and.. Oh! Right this one is the most important one, make sure to get this one” said Harry as he pointed at the ingredients written on the piece of parchment, Death sighed as the looked at it, “I am a fucking deity of death.. Why am I doing errands for you?” Harry looked at Death pointedly before speaking his mind. 

 “Well mister Im-a-fucking-deity.. If you want to be recollecting souls yourself and not your minions.. then I suggest you get to work errand boy” The raven-haired boy Sassed at Death, “Oh HELL I THINK NOT! BYE!” Death waved goodbye to Harry quickly before Teleporting away in the black smoke. ‘May 12th 2004’, Gosh.. He really needed to do something before he lost his mind in this damned cottage! So Harry made the decision to open a bakery, and it was a mistake and a blessing all at once.. At least in the very near future 

4 months after opening the bakery… (Yes, I know it was a big time skip. I was too lazy to write OKAY?) 

Harry looked at his new place in London, where he could just bake for people, smell the fresh air near the other bakeries.. He sighed and thought for a moment, What would happen if I chose something else?  He thought, Well you wouldn’t have to deal with me that’s for sure.. Said the very familiar voice, Ugh.. Death.. He walked up to his own bakery, he was proud of opening it that’s for sure, and opened the door slightly. Seeing all the customers make his heart flutter with excitement, “Hey Boss! D’ya think you can cancel my shift next week? I have a wedding to attend to” Said one of his colleagues, “Oh! Of course! I’ll take on the shift, don't you worry Marianna!” The raven-haired boy smiled brightly, and his colleague beamed back at him. His day was going so brightly, heck even in his past life as the boy-who-lived- there wasn’t this much peace..

His peace was brought down by a person he never expected to walk in.. Harry’s emotion dropped to a below freezing temperature, and his hope of peace was long gone just as the aristocratic man walked in, High-cheekbone, dark chocolate curls all swept in a perfect hair-do for his face. Honestly! Harry wouldn’t mind having a customer like him walk by in his bakery..   

If it weren’t for the oh so recognizable blood-colored eyes..                                                                                                                                   

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Tom sighed as he walked in the muggle bakery, there were a lot of people in it which he doesn’t like.. And it was a tad bit too colorful. But it was recommended by Abraxas and Orion, so why not?

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“Honestly Tom! Don’t you ever just wanna walk out of that office?” Said Orion, Abraxas nodded, agreeing with Orion “Yeah Tom, you barely walk out of the office nowadays.. It’s  like you practically live in it!” The blonde exclaimed, his spine shivered as Tom sent a glare in his direction, “Oh! I know, remember that muggle bakery next to Diagon we went to ‘Braxas? The one where both Magic folks and muggles can go? Well there are not many muggles on the Sabbath, so you can go there next week! It’s amazing! Their food is great, the macaroons are perfect and a lot- OW!” Orion was interrupted by Tom’s Jinx sent his way, “ARGHH! Alright! I’ll go there next week! Just let me get this paper work done and stop yapping!” Tom slammed his hands on his desk as he glared at the both of them, “Get out” 

“But the bakery!-” “Tom please!”  

“GET OUT!” 

The two employees dashed out of the room

End of Flashback:

Tom saw a very pretty man look directly at him, just as he walked in.. His beautiful green eyes that reminded him of the killing curse exact color, his heart shaped face, his wild tangled nest of hair, and the way his lips parted when he saw Tom. Well wasn’t he a pretty little thing.. Tom walked up to the young man and smiled at him, “Hello.. My name is Tom Riddle, is there anything you recommend that fits my taste?” He asked the raven-haired boy, the shorter man’s eyes widened in surprise, his jaw snapped shut as his hand started to shake, “Er.. What would you say w-would suit your very taste sir?” The shorter man, ‘Harry’ as it said on the tag his name is ‘Harry J. Potter’ , asked. “Well I would say a bitter-taste, more on the coffee taste, hm darling?” Tom said, though if I can order anything in this bakery, it would be you.. Harry started to open his mouth as his eyes dragged along the pastries in the front of the counter, “W-well sir.. I would say that our tiramisu cake would suit you best.. So let me get that wrapped up for you.. Oh! Would you like a sample by the way?” Harry said, Tom hummed in agreement. Harry handed a small piece of the cake and quickly went to the back of the bakery. Tom tasted the small piece of tiramisu, it was heaven.. By Circe! What did the pretty boy put in this? Before Tom could think of anything, Harry was back, holding a box, “Okay sir! Here’s your tiramisu! That could be 2 galleons- I mean.. Er.. 14 pounds..” Tom raised an eyebrow at Harry, I thought he didn’t know anything about the wizarding world.. I just thought it was a coincidence that magic folk went here only on Sundays.. Tom put down the 14 pounds, but just as he was about to ask a question, Harry shoved the box onto Tom's hands, and led him out of the bakery all very quickly “Kay’ Bye! Have a good day sir! Don’t come back- I mean Come back soon!” Harry slammed the Bakery’s door shut, “Huh.. I’ll have to look into him more.. Maybe I’ll ask Alphard to do it..” Tom muttered to himself as he walked away, his eyes still lingering at the bakery..

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“OH MY GOSH!?” Harry exclaimed as he opened his cottage door, “Ugh… Why did he have to show up?” Harry stepped in and flopped onto the couch, groaning. Death had sent another package to him! How great..There was a note on the pillow he screamed in, ’Looks like you're having some problems, childe. These might help you to understand the current wizarding world, you might need it. As always, good luck - Death’ Ah.. yup that’s death, always sends too suspicious letters.. Harry picked up the package next to the couch after reading the note, 

          Daily prophet 1991 september 1st:

Minister for Magic: Tom Riddle strikes again! 

You hear it folks! Tom Riddle was appointed Minister of Magic even after his fantastic career as the Hogwarts DADA professor and working in many other Jobs!

“While I would miss looking at that handsome face while I’m drinking my morning coffee I wish him the best!” Said The astronomy professor,

“Tom Riddle was a great student when I taught him” Quoted both The potions professor and the headmaster Dumbledore

Read Pg 6-7 for more information

The documents for one Harvey Jamie Potter:

Parents:

Lily Marigold Potter nee Evans

James Fleamont Potter

Godparents:

Sirius Orion Black

Remus John Lupin (Honorary Godfather)  

Peter Martin Pettigrew (Honorary Godfather)  

Mary Macdonald

Marlene Mckinnon (Honorary Godmother)

Alice Longbottom (Honorary Godmother) 

Vaults:

Potter vault #687

Evans Vault #1034 

Blacks’ Vault #711

(Peverell Vault #007 recently claimed)

Master of death vault #001 (recently claimed)

Birthday: October 31st 1981? 

Current age: 22?

Rendered squib for excessive magic use due to presence of dementors

Status: -Presummed Dead by the Marigold Disease- Alive

Magic re-owned due to soul reincarnation

Name: -Harvey Jamie Potter- Harry James Potter 

“Goodness Gracious.. DEATH!” Harry called out, “Yes, Harry?” a cool tone of voice spoke, Harry whipped back surprised at the sudden intrusion that he really should be getting used to, “Uh.. What does it mean by Rendered Squib for excessive Magic use? And what did the dementors have a part in?” he asked the deity, “Well… In this universe, you couldn’t produce the patronus charm, but you were powerful enough to send a wave of magic and send them flying, a very similar accidental magic to the patronus charm.. But as they say in the muggle world, with great power comes great responsibility.. You were rendered a squib because of that, and didn’t they let you continue your education in Hogwarts. And as you’ve possibly read in the documents, you gained the very deadly: Marigold disease and died.. But I traded one soul for another so you’re still here, also your relatives or anyone didn’t know, only gringotts really, and there was a chance you may have survived it if you were still Harvey, but you would have lived a very short life..” 

Harry’s head spun around as he tried to put his head around the explanation, he didn’t notice death fading away.. “Whoops! Time’s up, gotta go balance the universe now with fate” Death let out an exasperated sigh, “If only you and I would trade spots..” The deity muttered to himself, “Wait what’s the Marigold disease-” Harry was cut off by Death’s sudden black smoke, the one he uses to teleport, shoved in his face

Harry sighed as he toppled onto the couch again, “Gods.. Why did it have to be me to have all the problems?..” he muttered as he was drifting off to a slumber..

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“ALPHARD!” Tom yelled, Alphard groaned in frustration as he was scribbling on the piece of parchment. He looked back at Tom and took a deep breath to calm himself, “Yea Boss? There anything you need?” replied Alphard. “Yes, there is this guy.. His name is Harry J. Potter? He has green eyes, the potter hair genes and a heart shaped face, I want you to find everything about him, and I mean everything” Alphard took a moment to snap back into reality, who was Harry J Potter? A secret Son? “Sorry sir.. I’m afraid there is no ‘Harry’ Potter, but if I remember correctly.. There is a Harvey Potter, he’s my nephew’s godson, I think” Said Alphard, Tom’s eyes winded for a bit then softened. “I guess he doesn’t want to be called Harvey..” Tom muttered to himself, “Okay, well.. Find everything about Harvey Potter.. Oh and if you do complete this task.. Get a vacation somewhere for a week Alphard, I think I’ve given you enough work” Tom smirked as Alphard’s eyes widened, Gosh.. People are so easy to manipulate when you say you’ll give them a prize, “Yes! Right away!” Alphard scrambled his desk and ran to find more about ‘Harvey Potter’.

After a while Tom got his needed documents,

though about a rather large amount of them were very difficult to read in the human eye (He could not read them and gave up) or just plain blank.. 

Documents of: Harvey Jamie Potter

Hair color: Jet-Black

Eye color: Emerald green

Age: 22

Height: 5’5

Birthday: October 31st 1981

Parents:

Lily Marigold Potter nee Evans

James Potter

Sirius Black (Godfather)

Education status:

Not completed since 3rd year at hogwarts

Ravenclaw

Magic status:

-Squib-

Magic regained recently 

Address:
Emryss Cottage (Located near Godrics Hallow)

Occupation:

Baker

Status:

Alive

Recently fought the Marigold Sickness

Well he;ll have to thank Alphard for this.. Wait a minuet.. Recently fought the Marigold sickness? Shouldn’t his relative have been informed that he had gotten a fucking deadly disease? If they didn’t.. Why? That little dove gets stranger and stranger.. Tom thought.

He’ll have to dig into ‘Harry’ Potter’s story more deeper than just this.. 

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As Harry walked in the bakery, again filled with customers, he found the not-so-snake-faced Voldemort. He ignored him and sped up his walking to go to the back of the bakery. The-Other-Voldemort walked up to him and grabbed his arm, Harry whipped back but before he could slap Riddle straight in the face, he reluctantly 

put down his hand, “Ugh! Sweet mother Circe.. Let go or I’ll file a harassment claim on you!” he gritted out, loud enough for Voldemort to hear but not the others.

 Harry glared at the taller man when he finally let go. It looked like he also spelled Muffliato, wandlessy and non-verbally  while in their ‘conversation’

 “How did you ‘regain’ your magic even though you were a squib? You’re powerful I can tell.. So why are you here running a muggle bakery?” The-not-so-Voldemort said..

“It’s called a life Riddle!” Harry said, he paused for a second and softened his voice “Though I don’t think you would know how to live one..” He continued. The other Voldemort looked flabbergasted and Harry smirked at that, “Well, if we’re done with this conversation and you don’t want to order anything, I suggest you get out of my bakery!” Harry snapped, pulling the-other-Voldemort away from the back of the counter.  “Oh well.. I guess I’ll respect your wishes my dear Harry, have a great day.” said Riddle- Voldemort.., The other Voldemort smirked as Harry flushed vigorously, “Well! Have a blessed day sir!” Harry gritted out slamming his bakery’s door.

 After the bakery closed, Harry was exhausted from today… Though that look in his face was definitely hilarious to watch. Harry sighed as he tried pawing the key to his door…

“OH SHIT!” Harry yelled, since death said he had put special wards that could only be open by the key and not anything else. So he did what was most efficient.

“DEATH! COME OUT PLEASE? I CAN’T OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR” Harry bellowed so loud that maybe his mother could hear him. But no black smoke appeared, shit.. He must have been in a meeting with the deities right now.. Ugh! 

Harry sprinted for his bakery, but just as he got close to the road parallel to the building he was running for, a body went in front of him, slamming into his face. Harry fell on his arse for that.

“Oh my.. What a coincidence” Smiled.. Riddle?

“Hey! What are you- Is that my key? WHY DO YOU HAVE IT!?” exclaimed angrily, he flapped his arms and in all honesty, if Harry wasn’t so agitated right now he would have cringed looking back at this.. 

“Give it back, Riddle!” Harry said, trying to pry the key out of Tom’s tight grip, “I will if you ask nicely darling, all you need to say is ‘Please’ and I’ll give it back to you” Tom smirked at the spluttering Harry. 

After over 5 minutes of Harry flushing like an angry bird, he sighed in defeat, “Fine.. Can you please give me back my key, Riddle? Pleaseee” He said, pouting. “Hah.. Alright.. After I walk you back home, come on now” Tom said, grabbing Harry by the waist and pulling him closer.

“Hey! What? ARGHHH! Why is it always me?” Harry muttered, “Beauty comes with its price sweetheart..” Tom whispered condescendingly in Harry’s ear, making him blush vigorously.. 

After walking side-by-side with each other and making it to his cottage, Harry found that it was surprisingly refreshing talking to this version of Voldemort.. 

“Well.. This is my house, thanks for walking me back, Riddle. It was rather.. Sweet of you” Said Harry softly,

Tom took his hand and kissed the back of it softly, “Please darling, call me Tom” Riddle grinned at Harry fondly as the raven-haired boy glared back at him

“All right Mr.Loverman, get out. You can’t be in there unless I give permission to you” said Harry, not knowing he was smiling at him so sweetly..

“Well darling, turns out you are powerful my love..” Said Riddle sweetly after waving goodbye to a very red and angry Harry. And with that he was gone..

“Huh.. He was.. Nice” Harry softly whispered, unknowing about a certain deity watching them very closely..

Death sighed to fate, “When do you think they’ll end up together Fate?” said death to his sibling, “Give or take about less than 6 months..” said the other deity, “They grow up so fast..” they both said in unison, a black smoke erupted from the bottom, as a blinding light of strings teleported both of the gods away. 

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Harry’s eyes fluttered open, shooting up at the colorful ceiling. His breath was heaving and his chest was heavy. He looked beside the stool, then his eyes darted from that to the corner of the room that was empty, only to see Luna staring right at him. But not with the same permanent shocked look she gives everyone. Not the fond one that Luna gives Harry, as if seeing her non-biological brother… No, she looked at him with horror and disgust. The silence was now followed with her empty footsteps as she walked across the room, Luna grabbed Harry by his shirt and tugged him off the bed, her eyes swelled up with tears as her lips started to wobble a bit.

“No.. No.. Luna, please don’t cry..” Harry pleaded to her empty eyes, as water streamed down her now bloody face, “Look what you’ve done now” She said in a harsh tone, slowly backing away from Harry . Only to reveal more dead bodies of his loved ones.. Remus. Fred. Hermione. Ron. Ginny. The Weasley Family. Neville.. Oh by the gods.. They looked horrible, their faces covered in blood, half of Hermione's torso was missing.. And it wasn’t even a slash, it was a bite.. Someone chomped half of Hermione’s torso, revealing half of her organs gone, and Ron.. Oh, Ron.. His neck was impaled through a sharp spear, his entire left arm was gone… Harry couldn’t bear to look at the others… He felt so guilty, how could he leave them like that? How could he leave them to die?

 Harry looked up at Luna, her face was slowly revealing a burn mark, destroying half of her face.. “How could you leave us like that? H-how could you Harry?” her blue eyes were now blood-shot red, as if she’d been crying for hours and hours, she sobbed and grabbed Harry by the shirt again “Why would you leave us like that?!” she bawled as her knees dropped down, her body was now limp in Harry’s arms. Luna’s body had gone still, her chest was no longer going up and down, her eyes now lifeless. “No.. No. Luna please.. Please..” Harry sobbed as he saw their bodies slowly drifting away into nothingness.

He was alone.. And that was his punishment.. Of course there would be one.. Harry Potter never got to live a life that wasn’t built upon punishments.. He wasn’t meant to.. He couldn’t, he didn’t know how..

Harry’s eyes shot open as he started to sob once again, his breath was hitching and he had trouble grasping for air.. He pulled his hair trying to at least signal his brain that he was now getting the punishment he needed. Pain. That was needed now.  He ran to his- no, Harvey’s kitchen and pulled a knife out.. He grappled the knob to the bathroom door. As he stepped in, he felt fear wash over his body, he was scared.. But he needed to make himself feel pain, not magically. It would heal too fast.. He needed to do it manually.. He needed to feel what it felt like when they felt gruesome deaths. He finally put the sharp silver object onto his skin.

Slash

After Slash 

After Slash

He felt blood dripping down his arm.. But he shouldn’t stop.. Not now at least.. Not yet.. 

Slash

Slash

Slash

He wanted it to stop, but he persisted.. He had to feel pain for them.. He had to make sure this wasn’t a dream anymore.. He had to-

Black engulfed his eyesight and had his body droop down into death’s cold arms.. 

“Oh master.. This wasn’t supposed to happen.. Not yet..” The deity said, putting Harry softly upon the couch.

Healing his scars one by one.. Until there was nothing left but nits of paper cuts..

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A crash was heard straying from the kitchen, emerald green eyes shot open at once. “Oops..” a stranger muttered, Harry turned around to see- a child? The kid’s eyes were half green and half crimson red, their hair as as white as snow and they kind of looked like a younger and mixed version of Tom Riddle and himself, they had doe-shaped eyes like Harry and his mother, but they had high cheekbones like Riddle, the only exception to that was his white hair. It was almost as pure as driven snow..

 Harry walked towards the child and scooped him up, “Wait.. Death? What are you doing in a child’s body?” Harry asked, shocked as he finally figured out the answer. “Oh! Alright, I’ll tell you, just put me down..” the deity-now-child answered, Harry lowered them down.

 “Ok.. first off the dream wasn’t supposed to happen, this also wasn’t supposed to happen..” Death said, waving his arms around,

 “And I kind of healed your scars, I tried to turn myself mortal.. Buy y’know, Magic- my other sibling- is kind of stupid” Death rolled his eyes and face palmed himself, but I kind of want to explore Britain like this” The deity (Or kid?) gestured to his body, Harry let out a breath that he never noticed he was holding, 

“Oh.. Ah- D’you have a name? I can’t just call you Death right now if you wanna explore..” Harry murmured,

 “Eh, name what you want to name me, I guess” Death shrugged, Harry focused for a moment on a name and the light bulb finally lit up, “Oh! I know! How about.. Osiris!” beamed Harry, death actually looked pleased with the name, “Ok, Osiris it is! Now let’s go explore” said Death, Harry groaned as the deity pulled him off the couch  

Diagon Alley 

“Alright, we’re here now!” exclaimed Harry, death- or rather Osiris beamed as he held the raven-haired boy’s hand, “wee! We get to go shopping!” Harry grinned as the kid version of death was showing dimples, “Alright.. Where to?” Harry said excitedly, “Well we have to get money, don’t we?”. Harry thought about and dragged along Osiris to gringotts. 

After they got their money, the two made their way to get ice cream, “Hello, good lads! What would you like to have?”  The man said, “Oh! Do you have treacle tart flavour? And you Osiris?” Harry looked upon the child, “Hmm.. Do you have cookies and cream? He asked, the man beamed at Osiris.

After Osiris and Harry had gotten their ice cream, both of the boys went off to another alley, well.. They were about to go to another alley.

Harry- once again- fell on his arse, “Oww! Hey excuse me can you watch-” He was cut off by crimson red eyes and Osiris tapping his shoulder.. 

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Tom was walking through the skirts of diagon alley for some peace and quiet, it’s been no fun since he saw that pretty little dove of his.. He sighed as he walked past many stores that reminded him of that little bakery, just a few inches away from diagon. 

He missed the tiramisu cake to be honest, that sweet filling of the bitter-sweet taste that left a coffee flavour stuck in your taste-buds was delicious.. And what he wouldn’t do to try it for the first time again.

He was tempted to go and just barge in the bakery, but he wanted to respect Harvey’s wishes.

At least that way he can win him over..

As Tom’s footsteps scurried along Diagon alley, a short raven-haired boy bumped into him, landing on his arse. The minister’s face was blank as he looked down, only to see a really familiar face that he’s been thinking about lately..

“Oww! Hey excuse me can you watch-” The raven haired boy said, the familiar green eyes looked up at Tom’s. Everything was normal, except for the child.. 

A boy with pure white hair, one vivid green eye, while the other a crimson red, it looked strange because it had the same doe-eyes that Harvey has, yet when he looked back, there was an uncanny similarity to himself..

“Uhm.. Hello sir, we’re sorry f-for bumping into you, my babysitter just wanted to- uhm..” The child spoke quietly. ‘Ah. So that wasn’t my little dove’s secret child with someone else! Good..’ Tom thought to himself, but still wondering why the child had so many similarities between Harry and his own features.

“Argh! Stop it Osiris!- Ah.. Right, sorry Riddle- er.. Tom, we just wanted to go back to my work so I can let him try some samples because my house is far away.. But we were just gonna get back out afterwards. So you needn’t worry” Harry’s eyes suspiciously darted away from Tom’s face, as if daring himself to not look in his way.

“Well.. I’m sure Mr. Osiris here won’t mind a third person coming along” He smiled gently at the child and looked back at Harry, Osiris beamed at him and aggressively nodded his head, Harry raised his eyebrows and rolled his beautiful eyes as if saying ‘Oh alright Riddle.. C’mon’ 

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MINISTER RIDDLE’S SECRET LOVE CHILD?

An Article by: Rita skeeter 

You hear it folks! Minister RIddle has had a secret love child with the Potter heir! 

As surprising as it may, the child looks to be in perfect condition

The child looks to be 3-4 years old and as pure white hair (Possibly a magical trait) 

And has one emerald green eye while the other is crimson (Very similar to the minister!) 

That wasn’t the only similarities between the minister and the child

They have the same cheekbone and dimples

With an uncanny resemblance between the two

But what of the Potter heir?

Well, you see here. The child has the same doe shaped eyes 

And the same Messy Potter hair.

                                               More Follow ups in pages 8-9

Sirius Black spit out his morning coffee as he read the article, he paced around the rooms of grimmauld place as he thought to why Tom Riddle had a child with his 22 year-old godson. 

“MOONY!” Sirius yelled to his husband, Remus walked out of their bedroom and yawned, “Yes love? What is it?” the brown haired man asked sleepily.

“Have you seen the daily prophet this morning?” Said Sirius seriously (No pun intended.. Maybe just a little..)

“No, why?” Remus raised one of his eyebrows in curiosity, Sirius smacked the new article down their coffee table and sneered at it.

As The scarred man looked at it, he was gobsmacked to see what was photographed in the news.

Sirius’s eye twitched impatiently as Remus skimmed through the words. “Well?” The black haired man said, irritated. 

“What I think..” Remus said in a low tone “Is that we need to pay a visit to our dear and lovely godson..”

Harry’s panic rose from his chest, death was still here, sleeping peacefully on top of his couch, and he just looked at the daily prophet this morning.. “By the gods, am I always doomed for Rita attacking me in every lifetime?” He asked tiredly. “Hey.. Osiris.. Buddy wake up” Harry said to the deity? Child? Boy? And poked his cheek. “Wassdathime?” said Osiris. Harry sighed as he picked up the little buddy.

When they just started walking through the path out of Emryss Cottage, Harry saw a familiar aristocratic man waiting for him, “Can you explain to me why this child looks like us?” asked Tom- Riddle, “Because I don’t quite remember us hooking up, and if I did I’m sure it wouldn’t turn out like this” He continued, gesturing at the sleepy form he was cradling.

“As The child said before Riddle.. We’re not related, I’m just babysitting for my friend” Said Harry. Riddle’s red eyes narrowed at Osiris and dipped down to the floor, then up again looking directly in Harry’s eyes.

“Then show me who the friend is, Harry” Tom said impatiently, his foot tapping on the ground.

“Well, I’m afraid that would be me sir” Said an airy voice, Harry’s head whipped back to see a man with aristocratic features, emerald eyes and pure white hair, “I’ll have to warn you my wife is still in germany to say the least, but thank you Harry for thanking care of Osiris for us” The unknown man said. 

Tom’s eyes softened, but suspiciousness was still lingering around, Harry laid the child down in the man’s arms, “I-it’s no problem sir.. But if you could- we could talk a bit more privately about my payment that would be great” Harry’s shoulders tensed up as he quickly squirmed the man and Osiris, out of Riddle’s sight.

Once they were in his backyard, safe from eavesdropping fools and their legilimency, he snatched Osiris back to his arms and took a big step away from the man.

“Who are you and what do you want from me?” Harry said in an irritated voice.

“Why that’s not a very kind way to treat chaos after he himself saved you from the other voldemort, but please call me Eris .. Now if you don’t mind, I’ll be taking death back” The man, Chaos- no, Eris said. 

Harry reluctantly gave him Osiris and narrowed his eyes, the man and the child disappeared in an array of chaotically arranged colors flaring from the ground, with little sparks of stars fading away as they were gone.

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Tom was angry, really angry. He didn’t understand how and why that child appeared, why it had so many similarities to him and Harry, how it had come to be. And why didn't Harry tell him?

He had a lot of questions about the child. It was hell to put Rita back in her place after that article, but even more irritating that there was nothing about the birth nor the lore about the sudden appearance. 

Of course there would be a chance that the child was born in Germany but he’s already checked that government, and yet again- no answer. Tom sighed as he rubbed his temples. He walked out of his office and apparated back to a path near his home.

As he walked through the neighborhood back to the Riddle Mansion, his eyes darted around in suspicion, he felt as if someone was watching him very closely..

The silence of the path was dreading, but it was dangerous to apparate when his house was so near the neighbors and muggle houses. It was impractical but he couldn’t get anywhere in the country without having assassins, and only the Riddle house had some of the slytherin’s protections due to his late mother.

He opened the door and walked upstairs to the library, as he skimmed through the shelves of the oldest books, he’d found what he was looking for.

‘T.M. Riddle’. He let his fingers linger just above the black leather of the journal, a pulse was beating slowly as if it were alive. He swept through the dusty halls of the library and took the book with him. 

He laid in his bed and closed his eyes, letting the soft breeze of the cold air around the place comfort him.

And for the first time, Tom let himself dream. Even after Wool’s orphanage that he spent 11 years in before moving in with his father, even after Hogwarts, even after he became minister he didn’t let himself dream like this.. Which was weird cause those were all before Harry.. 

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As Harry was contemplating his life decisions, he needed answers from death about the dream now that he finally could think about it. And why the deity had turned into a 3 year old child.. 

“DEATH!” Harry bellowed, the black smoke lit the room, as the deity finally arose.

“Yes, Harry? What is it that you need?” Osiris- Death, asked. Harry felt his own shoulders tense up.

“I wanted to ask about the dream.. And why you turned into a child, specifically why it looked like me and Riddle!” 

Death’s head tilted in thinking of an answer, he motioned Harry to sit down to the couch.

“The reason for the dream was.. Don’t get mad at me but.. I gave you that dream because you called me an errand boy-”

“WHAT?!” Harry yelled, standing up and cutting off Death’s sentence. “You gave me that traumatizing nightmare, all because I called you an errand boy? And that was a month after I called you that! You were still offended? Gosh- You are a child sometimes when you need to be a deity!” Harry ranted as his breath huffed from the yelling.

Death just nonchalantly nodded his head, “As I was saying.. Blah, blah, blah I gave you that dream because of a mocking nickname you gave me a month before that dream 'cause I was too lazy, and the reason I turned into a child was because of my stupid sibling magic.. I asked to turn into anything I wanted, so long as the faces were familiar or were similar to the faces here” Said death

Harry’s face became etched with pure confusion, “Wait- Then why did you look like me and Riddle?”

“Er.. I- Oh! Look at that, I have to keep on going now! Bye Harry! S-see you later!” Said death, waving his hand aggressively. 

Death opened his black smoke and teleporting away, and before Harry could ask him questions.

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Harry woke up and his eyes shot up immediately, his body was coursing with energy and Harry felt as if he were the happiest person in the world -Though he didn’t know why?- 

A couple of knocks from the door had drawn Harry’s attention back, “Harv! You there? It’s me, Sirius. I have moony with me! Open the door!” Sirius had said through the wooden door, Harry sprinted across the living room to the door.

The door creaked as Harry opened it, “Hi Sirius!” Harry said happily, he motioned them to come in as he walked towards the kitchen. 

“D’you want a cuppa uncle Moony?” Harry asked, Remus nodded his head while his eyes darted across the room.

“So.. You probably are asking why we came here so suddenly huh?” Harry looked back at Sirius while he put the cup of tea in front of Remus, he sat down on a chair parallel to the couch that they were sitting on.

Harry stopped his expressions as he heard that sentence, his eyes directly looked into Sirius’ eyes, “You want to know about.. Osiris, don’t you?” Murmured Harry quietly.

Remus’ face looked regretful as he looked at Harry, “I- was he yours and Riddle child? Like what it said in the article?” 

Harry’s face lit up bright red, “Oh! Merlin no! I was just babysitting him!” 

Sirius raised an eyebrow at Harry then chuckled softly, Harry smiled at both of the pair.

They continued talking and talking for countless hours until the sun had already fallen down,

They said their goodbyes and left.

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November 17th 1994

It was a very cold day, as the dementors were hovering around Hogwarts, I felt a cold breeze linger at the tips of my ears.

“It’s very cold, isn’t it Harry?” I hear Luna’s dreamy voice say, “The Nargles usually infest the mistletoes near Yule though.. Maybe it’s because of the freezing weather, isn’t it?” 

I just nod to her, steadying my breath as it started heaving, I’ve lately been having a lot of panic attacks lately to which I don’t know why

Maybe because of the dementors, or maybe.. Never mind..

I started walking to the quidditch pitch, checking to see if there are any dementors near me so I won’t get my soul sucked..

Gosh.. Just the thought of it made my spine shiver. As I sat down on one of the benches, I took out my drawing pad and started doodling. The Ravenclaws were having their try-outs and it was pretty quiet when they were almost finished, to which they were.

The wind started getting colder and I felt empty and couldn't feel happy anymore.. Wait..

My head whipped back as I saw a skeletal figure sneaking hovering just above my head, their hood slowly starting to open up just for me to see something very disturbing.. 

Even more dementors started to hover around me, all I heard was distant voices echoing to me

My foot tripped when I tried to go back

Falling down the high tower as my eyesight started to blur into gold and white, it was scary..

The thoughts I had left were just my parents, Sirius, Moony and oh.. Luna, the silly girl, I wondered if she ever got bullied when I wasn’t around to hex them away.. I hope when I stop falling she’ll hex them all by herself..

A ball of light, the size of a bowling ball, was drifting in nothingness, I touched it but it stayed in the same spot never moving, only shrinking and shrinking till’ it was only a little star, brightening up the void where I was floating

Then.. I woke up to loud sounds, voices and.. And.. Coldness swarming me, it felt like I was floating, except I wasn’t, I was in soft grass, like under the violent willow tree, a very soft green pillow.. My eyes started to droop and I let the darkness consume my eyesight

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It was morning in the UK, as Harry stepped into the bakery and immediately went behind the counter, expecting Tom to come and bug him again about the child as he did yesterday, again.

He was quite surprised when the man never showed up, his worries only morphed into even more anxiety as a dread was starting to bubble in his stomach, something was wrong and it wasn’t just the start of it.

As Harry walked back into his house back at Emryss’ Cottage after work, he felt as if multiple pairs of eyes were watching his every movement. A rustle of wind had made a startling sound like someone was passing by, Harry was slowly getting worried second by second, he didn’t know if it was Riddle watching him or his minions, -But maybe it was-

The raven-haired boy’s head snapped back looking back behind him, no one was there.

No one was watching him.

He was alone fortunately, or maybe it wasn’t as good as he imagined..

Harry got his key out and stepped into his home, his head whipped back again checking to see if someone was following him..

Again no one was..

Harry woke up all groggy this morning as he tried to get his feet off the bed, the body he was now inhabiting didn’t want to follow his orders today.

He laid on his bed, limbs sprawled across each corner of the mattress as he stared at the colorful ceiling, the seconds he counted turned into minutes, the minutes he counted turned to hours until the clock had finally struck 3:00 P.M.

His body had finally listened and was slowly stepping into the kitchen, though his energy was drained a lot for no apparent reason, maybe it was because the long hours of baking and preparing had finally caught up to him..

-Harvey- Harry stretched his limbs feeling all the muscles crack from this body, he got out his supplies and started to bake until he was a wretched mess from head to toe.

He glanced at the time, Holy shit?! 10:37 P.M? Harry thought to himself, had he really been working that long? 

His stomach grumbled as the wizard finally remembered to eat breakfast, or dinner..

He cooked up some bacon and eggs and cooked them up quickly, while he could run on an empty stomach, he collapsed to the ground.

Summoning a blanket and pillow he scurried to the couch and slept like a log the whole night. 

For a couple of hours at least.. 

A loud bang and ringing had filled his ears as shadows started appearing out of his walls, following him towards the exit light.

His feet were slowing down as hands started clawing at his body, they pulled him into the darkness revealing a little light shrinking and shrinking.

And Harry woke up screaming as he did in Hogwarts' red and gold dorm room shared by his friends.