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“Does it hurt, dying?”
“As easy as falling asleep” the glistening in his eyes clear even in this spectral form.
I exhale deeply, I’ve made my peace. I glance one final time at the only family I’ve ever known, and hardly ever known at all, before walking into the clearing.
The green light striking me for the second time, a smile on my face as I allow my death. I don’t even feel my body hitting the ground.
A bright light burns through my eyelids, I blink and squint in an effort to adjust. Sitting up, leaning on my hands. I feel groggy, as though I’ve slept for hours.
Once my eyes adjust, I lift my head to examine my surroundings, finding surprisingly little. Endless seas of white light surround me. Twisting to look behind me I see there is nothing more than the same white light that way too. Looking to the front again I’m startled, “Merlin’s tits!” I move to stand, my hand reactively reaching for my wand, only to find it’s not there.
The being that startled me such sounds a breathy chuckle.
I regard them quickly “You… you’re death aren’t you?” I question, already sure of the answer.
The seemingly genderless figure smiles at me, the expression is surprisingly soft. The white hair and skin of the deity seem as bright as the endless white surrounding us.
My posture relaxes, I feel no fear towards this being. “Is this it then? Can I join my family now?” I ask
“You could,” Death replies “or, you could go back.” Their voice soft and breathy
“Go back? Back to the forest? Back to Voldemort again?”
“You could,” the deity repeats “or, you could go back further. Go back to a time before the death of many. To a time before you yourself were born. To a time with the opportunity for a different outcome.”
I feel shocked, “how is that possible?” I ask, already failing at extinguishing my curiosity.
“As my Master, if you will it, I can do this for you. Only-“ “your master?” I interrupt. The deity seems unperturbed. “You, as the last of the Perverell line, joined the hallows three. Granting you the title.”
“The hallows? But I thought, thats just some children’s story, no?” I ask, feeling out of my depth. “A story can stem from truth.” The deity replies.
“But Dumbledore, he used all three, why isn’t he… your master?” I ask.
“Only you could master them, any could wield them. Until the time that you were ready for them. If you choose to go back, no other shall use them as successfully as you will.”
I wrap my arms around myself. “Wouldn’t people be suspicious of me? A Potter appearing from nowhere?” I ask, finding myself considering the idea.
“Should you choose to go back, I would prepare a background for you, no one would be able to question it. I could give you your family, a chance to surround yourself as you never have.”
I can’t hinder the excitement forming in me at the prospect. “A family? But… how?” I say
“Your father’s uncle, Charlus Potter, had an unfortunate assault once. Which ordinarily resulted in nothing. But should you choose to go, it would fit your circumstance. Your ‘mother’ dying in your ‘birth’. You grew up with your muggle aunt and uncle. Leaving them at the learning of your father, Charlus’s existence. Kept hidden from you until you could learn if it yourself.” The deity explains softly. “You would have a father, a stepmother, an older brother. You would be cousin to James Potter. His parents your aunt and uncle.”
I reach up to wipe at a tear that threatens to escape my eye. “I could really have a family?” I breathe
Death smiles softly at me “allow yourself a chance to feel the love that you deserve, my friend. An opportunity to keep them alive. To save the Potter name from dying out.”
I smile shakily. Taking Deaths cold hands in my own. “Thank you. Thank you, my friend. I’d like to go back.” I decide.
Death smiles a final time before the bright whiteness takes over and all I see is light.