Chapter 1: Some Memories!
-October 31st, 8513 AD-
This will be the final entry in a journal which has lasted over a thousand years. However, this will not be an accounting of my day-to-day life like the others, but of my origins and what I hope to be my end.
I have never used my true name, nor those of my companions, in any of my writings in the chance they would be found and deciphered. My name is Harry James Potter and I was once known as the Boy Who Lived.
My story starts over six thousand years ago in a little village called Godric's Hollow. There my parents, Lily and James Potter, gave their lives to save mine from the darkest wizard of the age.
The little details are not so important and I must confess, they have become rather blurred with time. I lived with my mother's relatives, grew up, went off to school and saved the world.
Eventually, I met a man who would change my life forever. Out of the darkness he came with an army at his back. He saved my life and that of my family and many years later I would call him Master.
Time plays tricks on me. I imagine as I sit here in this cold room surrounded by stars, I can hear the laughter of my beloved wife as she is regaled with yet another of my Master's tall tales.
I can hear my children playing games as my brother scolds them for the mess. I can feel the heat on my back from the warm fire and almost glance over, expecting to see a bushy head appear to insist I come to her office right away.
But no. That's all gone now. There's nothing left and I am alone.
My friends are long since dead, crumbled into so much dust and lost to time. My sons died mortal deaths eons ago.
My tragic daughter, who had eternity forced upon her by a maniac, walked into the sun five thousand years ago.
My sister was murdered and my brother's sorrow caused him to follow her into death. My wife and eldest daughter, the last of my family, have both been gone four hundred years.
I tried to follow them, for what is left for me without them, but my cursed body would not allow it. Until now I did not understand the warnings my Master gave me or the true depth of my immortality.
Infinite power at my command and still I cannot die. I once thought to throw myself into the very depths of the sun, hoping that would end my suffering.
Alas, not even such an awe inspiring giant could destroy me. However, it did teach me long forgotten lessons in physical pain.
Four hundred years I have searched for a way to die and now I believe I have found it. If this body cannot be destroyed, I shall simply have to abandon it. I will become what I once was. I will become mortal.
The runes are set. The gates are open. Nineteen eighty, here I come.
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His body tingled as magic danced across his flesh and a comforting warmth filled his soul. The first thing Harry saw as he opened his eyes was a flash of green light encompassing the form of woman he had only seen in photographs.
The woman's anguished cry was cut short as she dropped heavily to the floor. He wanted to scream in anger, to tear apart the Fates with his bare hands. How could this have happened?
He was supposed to go back to the moment of his birth! What went wrong?
Red eyes burning with hate peered at him over the body of his mother. He tried to scream; to yell and curse, but all that came out was a child's plaintive wails.
A skeletal hand rose from under black robes, holding in it's grasp a slender wand.
"Avada Kedavra."
Harry screamed as pain lanced through him. White hot, it raced through his blood and seared his nerves.
An answering shriek of shock, pain and anger filled the room as Harry lost consciousness.
When next he woke, he was cradled in gentle arms as voices spoke around him. These voices he could remember as clearly as if he had heard them yesterday, though for him it had been three millennia.
"Now Remus, we must remain calm. For young Harry's sake, if nothing else." The voice of Albus Dumbledore, the voice of reason.
"Calm?" From above him, Remus Lupin, who clutched Harry to his chest protectively.
He could feel the man shaking with barely restrained rage as he fought for control. "Two of my best friends are dead and you want me to remain calm?"
"I am as saddened as you are, but we must keep our wits about us." The sadness was evident in the old man's voice, through the clipped words and tightly controlled tone, yet he refused to be dragged down by it.
Harry knew that once it was all over, he would likely break down in the privacy of his office. Until then, he would do what had to be done.
What had to be done...
'Sirius! They think he's a traitor! I've got to stop him from going after Wormtail!'
At fifteen months, Harry was far from able to go chasing after his godfather. Nor was he able to communicate clearly his innocence. However, that wasn't going to stop him from trying.
"Mooy!" he managed to say, earning him the attention of the two men. His tiny hands reached up for the werewolf, pleading for him to understand. "Afoo! N'go!"
Remus brought his own hand to clasp Harry's, anger and pain clouding his amber eyes. "Don't worry, Harry. We'll find that traitor and make him pay."
Harry let out a little baby growl. They weren't getting it! They couldn't let Padfoot go after Wormtail!
Remus, ignorant of the child's distress, was speaking to Dumbledore again.
"I'll take care of him, Albus. The Potters are all dead and Lily's relatives are muggles. They wouldn't know how to raise a magical child. Peter probably would have even less an idea what to do with him."
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