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Mortem, the god of Death, sat on his throne as he watched over a child named Harry James Sirius Potter-Black.
Mortem was a six feet four inches tall god, coming second in height after his brother Kairos, the God of Time, who was 6 feet 6 inches. Mortem had silver hair that fell on his shoulders in waves. His eyes were obsidian black, the indication of darkness that comes with death, which gave him a dangerous look. He wasn't muscular, but he wasn't lean either.
He knew the little child would one day become his master. He wanted to know how his life would be when his little master would come into his life and decided to see how his little master was as a child.
What he found and saw was an abused little child, praying for his death every day.
Mortem sighed.
"Why are you sighing so many times, son?" Lady Magic, Hecate, asked her son as she sat beside him on her throne, which she had conjured.
"My little master, mother. He's going through so much because of one fool, and I don't know what to do. I can't go against my ethics and morals and kill someone, but I really want to hurt the man named Albus Dumbledore." Mortem replied with yet another sigh.
"Your brother, Faunas, feel the same way about the man, and so do I. My child, Tom Marvolo Riddle, who now calls himself Lord Voldemort, has been manipulated by the old fool, and he's become someone who has lost everything I had always liked in the child. Another child, named Severus Snape, was also manipulated by the man. The poor child regrets even living but is still trying to live to save his sister's son, you little master." Hecate replied.
"What shall we do?" Mortem asked.
"I called for Faunas, let him come. We shall discuss it." Hecate said.
Mortem nodded.
Faunas, the God of Nature, appeared beside Mortem. He was also tall, but just one inch less than Mortem. He also had silver hair, but his eyes were forest green, indicating his control over nature.
"What shall we do? My little master, Neville Longbottom, is suffering thanks to the actions of the old fool." Faunus said with anger in his voice.
"What did he do to them? Weren't the ones who hurt the child's parents the Lestranges?" Mortem asked.
Faunus shook his head. "Like you, I have looked after my little master. The old fool, Albus Dumbledore, was the reason their secret keeper told the information to Bellatrix Lestrange.
Now, the child has to suffer in the hands of his great uncle and grandmother, who think he is a squib. That old fool blocked my little master's magic when he went to visit him."
"We need to save all four of them. For that, we need your master, Harry Potter-Black, to make his move first." Hecate said.
"How should I do that?" Mortem asked, relieved that his little master could gain some help from him.
"Establish a mental connection with him. Faunas will do the same with Neville Longbottom. When the connection is formed, explain to them everything about magic and the magical world.
We are going to change their fates. I have asked your sister Moirae and she has agreed to it.
When they turn 11, take them from their abusive households. I know I am a goddess, but I don't care what will happen to the Dursleys and those Longbottoms after that. If they die, they die.
When you get them away, spoil them for a few months. Let them enjoy life like they had never before.
Teach them about the wizarding world rules and how to act with others. Let them make their own friends, though.
Don't forget to heal them and remove all the blocks they have in their system. With those removed, teach them how to control their high levels of magic and how to conceal it. I don't want Albus to be more suspicious of them than he already would be with their changed addresses." Hecate said.
Mortem and Faunas liked the plan. They could keep their little masters safe and guide them and teach them how to be their masters as well.
"I need to tell you something, Mortem." Hecate said.
"What is it, Mother?" Mortem asked.
"Your mate, he is born." Hecate told him.
"Who is it, mother?" Mortem asked. He had waited for his mate for eons. He had at times thought that he never had a mate to care for and a mate to care about him.
"Your little master, Harry James Sirius Potter-Black." Hecate said with a smile.
"My mate is my little master?" Mortem asked, happiness overflowing in him. He started to care for his little master, and he couldn't stop caring for the child if his mate didn't like it.
He was glad that his mate and master the same person.
"I guess I shall give the Dursleys the welcome they deserve in my realm once they die." Mortem said with a dark chuckle.
Faunus smiled at his younger brother. He was happy for him. He knew how much Mortem had longed for a mate.
"Your little master's mate is Moirae's little mistress." Hecate told Faunus.
Faunus groaned. "Moirae isn't going to let it stay down."
"She won't. But we all love her for that." Mortem said with a smile.
They chatted for a while.
Hecate had explained how Dumbledore never let Tom or Severus stay in Hogwarts when they had asked. The children were free to stay in the castle when it was first built by the founder. They knew what magic hating muggles could do to their children if they knew about it. They also wanted the school to be a second home for the children who had nowhere to return to.
It had been changed only after Albus stepped into Hogwarts to teach and rose in ranks and became the Deputy Headmaster.
Mortem had decided that his little master would first save Tom Riddle, then Severus Snape, and then Snape's mate Sirius Black. Without Black, Snape would always feel that he was missing something in his life and would never be happy.
Mortem appeared near the cupboard Harry was shoved into once his work was done and opened it.
Harry, who wasn't asleep, flinched, thinking it was his uncle.
"Don't worry, my little master. I won't hurt. Can you try to come out for me?" Mortem asked softly. He was angry, looking at the wounds on his little master, but he didn't want Harry scared of him, so he didn't show any anger.
Harry shook his head. "Vernon will beat me."
"He won't. He is sleeping." Mortem assured Harry and stretched his hand towards Harry to take.
Harry very hesitantly took his hand. When the child realized that Mortem wouldn't hurt him, he came out of the cupboard.
"I am Mortem." Mortem introduced himself once Harry was out of the damned cupboard.
"I don't know my name. I know it is not Freak." Harry said, with his head down.
"I know your name. It is Harry James Sirius Potter-Black." Mortem told him with a smile, though he was seething inside.
"Really?!" Harry asked, wonder, and awe was written on his face to finally know his name.
Mortem nodded.
"Who are you?" Harry asked.
"I am a god." Mortem replied.
"Really?" Harry asked.
Mortem nodded. "I am not lying. I can do magic."
Harry immediately put his tiny hands over Mortem's mouth. "No m-word. They will hurt you." Harry said, panicked as he looked for Vernon or Petunia to appear and smack him.
"They are sleeping, little master. They won't hear me." Mortem said after he gently pried Harry's hands from his mouth.
Harry nodded. "You can't stay here, can you?"
Mortem shook his head.
Harry immediately looked disheartened.
"I want to connect our minds. Can I?" Mortem asked, as he couldn't take the look on Harry's face.
"Can you?" Harry asked.
Mortem nodded.