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It was a quiet evening, after the battle of Hogwarts. There were no parties, no cheering, not even a bottle of butterbeer or fire whiskey to be had.
Harry preferred it this way. He didn’t know what he would have done if he had been forced to interact and pretend to be happy with those who remained after the bloody battle. The battle where he had lost many of the ones he loved, and it was all his fault. No matter what anyone said, he knew it was his fault.
He didn’t try hard enough, didn’t work hard enough. The entirety of his Hogwarts education he spent doing nothing and only reacting to the dangers each year brought. After his second year he knew something dangerous would happen, but did he ever pay attention and prepare himself for it?
Blood hell no!
The death, the destruction of the stone grounds he once considered his only real home was now only piles of rubble and cracked walls. Hogwarts, which was once a fortress of magic which could stand against any threat brought to her doors, was now only a ruin.
The great hall where he dined and filled his empty stomach after starving at his relatives now housed the dead corpses of his comrades, some covered and some not. They still haven’t been able to locate everyone, and he knew that the blood spatters against the stone walls and portraits, or even scraps of cloth covered under the dust were some of the only remains several of his classmates or members of the order. The werewolves, giants, and other creatures who allied themselves with Voldemort had torn through their number like butter, many of their side not knowing how to defend themselves or even attack the creatures without their spells bouncing off.
Fenrir Greyback had managed to bite over 10 children, two of them being first years and even did unspeakable things to their bodies. Known as the werewolf with a predilection for children, the school was his perfect hunting grounds. Luckily, he was killed during the battle by one of the order members, but not before committing unspeakable deeds and killing several of his classmates, even Ron’s ex-girlfriend Lavender Brown.
The death eaters had no qualms with attacking and killing magical children. Their aim to cause as much chaos and destruction as possible, not caring of the blood being spilt or trauma they caused.
He was so happy when he learned that it was Mrs. Weasley who had managed to defeat Bellatrix Lestrange. Knowing that his godfather, Sirius, had been avenged had brought tears to his green eyes, and shame because he had not been the one to bring justice to the dastardly witch who killed her own blood. Her own Kin. The lord of her own house which she claimed gave her the purest of blood, not tainted with that of muggles or those who stole magic from true descendants of magic like the house of Black.
After he managed to defeat Voldemort, Harry needed to sit down and process what had just happened. He needed to get away from the tired, dirty, and sweat-soaked forms of his closest friends, for he knew he would break down in front of them. And he couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let them see the state he was in, or the thousands of thoughts racing in his head. The decisions he made. The deeds he committed. The lives that he took to get to where he was.
Hearing Voldemort’s voice echo across the great hall still left chills down his spine. The dark lord knowing that Harry would do anything in order to save the people around him. His professors, his classmates, the order which was the closest thing he even had to family.
So, he had left Hermione and Ron behind, walked headfirst to the one who had been trying to murder him his whole life. The one who killed his parents, the man who had made him an orphan, and the reason for all his anguish and misery.
Voldemort killed him. At long last, he managed to kill his nemesis who had once been only a small babe, not even able to speak more than a few choice words when their fates had intertwined. The man killed the boy, for that is what Harry still was. A lost boy who had no family who loved him, and always felt other to those around him. Not ever speaking of the days he spent hungry, of how his owl Hedwig had been his first friend, or his cupboard under the stairs.
Harry, who would always be more comfortable in the dark vs the glaring light of day.
Being confronted with Dumbledore was something he didn’t expect. Him over his parents, or the words the old man spoke to him had managed to stoke the flame that burned inside him. Albus Dumbledore was the mastermind behind his ignorance, the one who put him with the Dursleys, the one who raised him as an innocent lamb to the slaughter at the most opportune time.
He will never forgive nor forget the irreparable harm the old man had done to him or to the other who had suffered from the choices the previous headmaster had made. Knowing that all of this could have been prevented. The magical blood spilt on the grounds of Hogwarts will never be forgotten and would take much time to restore, for their numbers were already low after the first war. Now, it would take decades if not centuries for their magical numbers to increase to what it was before the wars Dumbledore and Voldemort were responsible for.
Harry rested his head against the stone pillar behind him, finally closing his eyes for the first time since he was resurrected.
Maybe now he will be able to get some rest.
Not knowing the stone pillar above him was crumbling. The stone fragmenting into pieces before one separated itself and fell, right on top of where Harry was sitting.
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Harry opened his eyes, weary at the light shining into his eyes.
A man was squatting down right in front of face, with long platinum blonde hair that eerily reminded him of Lucius Malfoy with a tanned chiseled face with a strong jawline and cheekbones that could cut a person. On top of his head were twin ebony horns surrounded by a golden crown. His physic was well built, showing the strong cords of his muscular arms and broad chest. And….
Harry blushed, his cheeks blazing red at what he just realized.
The man’s trousers did little to hide his erection, making Harry very uncomfortable as he hasn’t quite had the time to come to terms with any romantic feelings or his sexuality. He had been too busy trying to keep him and his friends alive, and he felt pressured to be with Ginny, as everyone expected him and her to be together even though he had only interacted with her a handful of times.
The blonde-haired man grinned, amused at the young man’s blush, and wanting to tease him a bit.
“Good Morrow, young one. Not quite the view you were expecting to wake up to, was it?” he teased.
Harry shook his head, embarrassed.
The man let out a bellowing laugh, slapping his knee. “Don’t be too embarrassed, young one. I know I am handsome, and I often make many a mortal speechless. Though you are no mortal, aren’t you?”
Harry tilted his head, confused at the strange man’s reply. “I am just Harry. Just Harry Potter. Who are you?”
“I am the god Arrax! Ruler of the Gods, law, order, justice, governance, and strength. And you, my dear Harry, are not a mortal. You will be the one to restore Valyria to its former glory and return the people back to their home. That is why you are here,” the man announced.
Harry deadpanned at the man, holding the man’s violet gaze with his own green one’s.
“I just got out of a bloody war with a mad man, I am not going to do anything. I have no clue who you are, where I am, or even what the bloody hell is going on,” Harry cursed, his anger rising along with his panic at the situation he found himself in.
The God Arrax smirked, leaning closer to the young man. “What if I were to make it interesting?”
Harry narrowed his eyes, not trusting the man.
“You restore Valyria to its former gloria, reunite those lost souls who descend from Valyria, and bring about the age of Dragons. I, along with my brethren, will bless you with a family who will love you and the powers to achieve your new destiny. We will also tutor you on the history of Valyria and its secrets. The powers of a true Valyrian of ancient past, and we will make it, so you retain your magic from your previous life to go along with your new one. You will not need to speak the spells, only need to have the intention, to make things a bit easier. Now,” the god reached out his hand to grab Harry’s chin, forcing him to meet his eyes.
The promise of power and knowledge would make any man accept the god’s offer. However, there was only one promise that the god made that was a temptation to Harry.
The promise of a family. One which would love him. Nothing like the Dursleys who beat him, starved him, and treated him like the slave he was.
He hesitated, however, because he was also thinking about the people he would leave behind.
“Is there any way for me to go back?” he asked.
Arrax shook his head, “No, young one. Your mortal body could not take the stress of being hit with the curse so many times and you had thrown away the hollows which was the last protection you had from death. Here, you would be able to thrive and prosper.”
“I will also give a blessing of my very own to the boy,” another voice announced.
Both Arrax and Harry jumped at the other voice, turning to face a woman with ice blue eyes and the same platinum hair as Arrax.
“Meleys? You wish to give our champion a blessing as well?”
The beautiful woman giggled before turning an amused look at the dark-haired boy.
“I am Meleys, Harry. The Goddess of love and fertility. I wish to grant you a blessing of love. In this new world, you will be able to find not only familial love, but romantic love as well. You will be loved as a brother, a son, an uncle, a nephew, and a cousin. I see you bringing others together to make a stronger family and to mend bonds that have long been frayed. The weave of time has been tattered and burned more than once, but you Harry will be the one to mend it,” the woman mused, her lips lifting up in a tender smile at the young man.
Harry heart started to pound with something that felt startingly close to hope. Knowing the goddess was giving him something he had always wanted a family to love and cherish.
“If you can grant me that, I will do as you wish,” Harry promised. Giving into the hope in his very soul that maybe this would be his redemption, his second chance at a life worth living.
“Go now, young champion of Valyria. Be the one to mend the weave and restore what was once lost.”
And with that she touched Harry’s dark hair, sending him away from the realm of the fourteen flames and to that of his new family.
To King’s Landing in Westeros.
Arrax approached his sister, curious on what plans the goddess had for their champion.
“What are you planning, sister? What did you not tell the boy?”
She giggled and winked at her brother, full of mischief at her successful plan. “I promised that Harry would find the love of family, and that he would find romantic love. However, I did not tell him that Targaryens tend to find love in their blood kin rather than strangers. I may have also left out that more than one would find themselves in love with him.”
Arrax laughed and shook his head at his sister.
“Harry is in for a most adventurous life. I hope he is ready for it.”
“At least with the physical blessings he will be able to keep up with more than one lover.”
The two gods laughed up a storm, both eager to see what the young wizard will do in this new world.