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120-year-old Harry Potter is bored out of his mind. After defeating Voldemort that certain day, he became the Master of Death which was something that he didn't ask for.
After the war, he didn't go back to school. He needed rest, he took a long break and focused only on renovating Grimmauld Place, friends would visit and they helped when they had time.
His love life, er, it didn't end well. His relationship with Ginny was rocky, it ended as quick as it started. They both accepted that they were only compatible as friends or siblings to be exact. She found someone new after a while, a guy named Leo that plays Quidditch professionally as she does.
Harry stayed absolutely single after that, he doesn't know what he wants but he would always feel like something is missing. He filled that gap by cleaning up Grimmauld Place and taking care of his godson Teddy whenever Andromeda drops him off or when he visits.
10 years after the war, him, his friends- his family noticed that he wasn't aging at all. That's when Death visited him while he was alone at Grimmauld Place.
"You are the Master of Death." Death said, a mischievous tone.
Harry gaped at Death, he was gobsmacked, anyone would be. Death chuckled at the expression of the young man.
"How?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Well... you managed to collect all the deathly hollows. The cloak, the stone, and the wand." He mused, eyes glinting at Harry.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, "Why me?" why not Dumbledore? He asked internally, the question only meant for himself though it caused Death to chuckle, he could hear his thoughts.
"You were chosen because you have Peverell blood in your veins." Death whispered causing Harry to flinch because he was suddenly behind him, leaning close to his ear.
What the fuck.
After that encounter, he hadn't seen Death again, he would sometimes invade his thoughts which would surprise Harry, but he got used to it. Being Master of Death made him immortal, his magical core got stronger, and he would heal faster than a normal wizard.
He didn't want anyone to know about it. He considered telling Hermione and Ron about it but they were both happy, having a child and all. Plus, people have started to get suspicious because he wasn't getting wrinkles like other people do, he looked the same as he was when he defeated Voldemort. He didn't want them to fix his problems anymore. So, he left Britain and went to France, he let Andromeda and Teddy have Grimmauld Place since it was fully renovated.
Of course, he had to learn French and create a fake identity, he still sent letters to his loved ones every now and then. His heart hurt whenever they write, "when will you visit?" They didn't know where he was staying, he would love to see them again but he's afraid there will come a day where he will lose them from dying of old age.
Harry decided to try learning new things one day and the first thing that came into his mind is to be a healer. He absolutely loved being a healer, he even got a license for it. But, whenever people would get suspicious about him not aging, he would create a new identity, move out and use new glamours.
At age 73, he decided to learn more about potions. It would absolutely help his job as a healer too. He eventually became a potions master and opened a potion shop.
When he turned 80, he was suddenly reminded of Sirius, Remus, and his Father. He decided that he wants to be an Animagus. He didn't expect his form though, a cat. A black munchkin longhair. He felt so embarrassed and disappointed that he never shifted into his Animagus form again. He didn't hate it- he just expected something... big and formidable not a fucking munchkin! A lion or a tiger would've been nice.
Soon, he started regretting it, being an Animagus. One day, he woke up stretching purring, purring like a cat. He would also find himself trying to catch small things that are moving or flying (such as butterflies in the garden). He trained himself to refrain those urges from surfacing which had been successful... he does not want to try the effect of catnip on him; he decided to avoid it.
By the time he turned 100, he started getting bored. He has been living in solitude ever since he left Britain, he didn't bother forming new relationships because he doesn't want to get too attached and feel depressed for outliving them.
Back to the present, it is currently 11:59 pm. In one minute, he will turn 121 years old. He sighed as he stared at the cake he baked, he felt proud with a mix of sadness because he managed to make an exact replica of the first birthday cake he received. He lit up the candle and smiled sadly.
"Happy birthday, Harry." He mumbled before blowing on the candle.
Suddenly, a note appeared on top of the cake causing him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. The confusion quickly disappeared when he read the first two letters. It was definitely from Death.
Bored, Master? Just read the sentence below.
Caution: Reading it will have consequences. Make sure that you won't miss anything important. Of course, I won't be telling you the consequences. Where's the fun in that? Just be thankful that I warned you.
"Reduc me ad ea quae amisi."
Harry shook his head in amusement and thought about the important things that he would miss. Well, absolutely nothing.
He sighed and started reading the Latin sentence.
"Reduc me ad ea quae amisi." He whispered.
It all came instantaneously; he felt his magic booming all over the place. Every object in the room started floating. His head hurting and he feels like he cannot breathe. He started coughing and choking, he felt his bones getting restless, a feeling that he gets sometimes before attempting to sleep (which is very irritating if you ask him). Then, a bright light consumed him.
"Fuck you, Death." He choked out, he heard Death laughing in his mind.
And with that, he's gone.
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Harry felt something damp being wiped on his face- it felt like soft damp cloth. He twitched and frowned, a gasp was heard beside him and the damp cloth stopped moving. He heard a faint pop and the cloth just dropped on his face.
With a groan, he opened his eyes and sat up. He looked around, the room was... unfamiliar. He had never been here before; it looked like a house that belonged to rich purebloods like the Malfoys.
He looked at the cloth that was now on his side, it was light blue. Then, loud footsteps could be heard from outside the room causing Harry to stare at the door in expectation. He had questions flooding in his mind, where is he, whose footsteps are those, and who was tending to him earlier.
The door banged open and there were a man and a woman on the door, a house elf trailing behind them. They all looked disheveled, breathing heavily, and had tears in their eyes. Slowly, they walked towards Harry, they were crying but they looked relieved and happy. Happy tears.
But why was it directed to him?
Memories suddenly flowed into his mind, memories that aren't his, the very last memory is him crashing while flying on a broom. He stared at the man and woman in front of him. They're his parents, Celestine and Alaric Peverell.
Death, what did you do? Harry asked telepathically.
I have brought you back to what you have lost. "Reduc me ad ea quae amisi." Death mused. I have brought you back to the world or reality that you belong.
It looks like the Peverells didn't disappear like they did where he came from. Does that mean he wasn't supposed to be where he was before?
Yes, Master. Which is why you had the most unfortunate life. You were not supposed to be in that world. Death explained.
Guilt and confusion washed over him, what happened to the owner of this body? The owner of these lovely memories?
You do not need to feel guilty, Master. For you are the owner of this body, the memories, and everything this body has.
Harry was overwhelmed by the information being provided by Death, what does that even mean?
Your soul and the soul of Harry Potter switched places when Voldemort cast the Killing Curse on that certain Halloween. Lily Potter's wish of keeping Harry Potter safe was too strong that something unforeseen like this happened. Your souls were too similar which is why the switch happened so easily with a dying wish of a mother. You could say that you and Harry Potter are the same person or same souls but since you both were not in the bodies you were supposed to be in, you both lived very unfortunate lives.
I couldn't interfere, Master. It was an occurrence that was out of my reach. However, things have changed when you became the Master of Death. I have been patient and gave you time to live peacefully as Harry Potter until you got sick of it, and I- Death chuckled, I gave you that letter.
I have switched your souls back to the body where they belong. I hope you live a fortunate and entertaining life this time, Master.
With that, Death has gone silent, Harry- no Lucien couldn't event reply. He didn't even notice that he was being embraced and had tears falling down his face.
"Aw, my baby." Celestine cooed, hugging the small frame of her son gently while patting his back. He inwardly cursed because he felt himself wanting to purr, he managed to refrain himself from doing so. Did his Animagus form follow him to this life too? He thought it would be best to ignore that issue. For now.
Lucien sniffed, pulling away from the embrace gently then cupped his mother’s face. He looked at his mother, Celestine with fondness. Behind her was his father, Alaric Falco Peverell, his eyes were glossy, his jaw was clenched as if he was preventing himself from bawling his eyes out.
Celestine Amadea Peverell, his mother. She looks lovely, her emerald eyes were filled with tears as she caressed her son's cheek. She had beautiful strawberry blonde hair; her pale complexion made the freckles on her face stand out even more. She smiled at Lucien sweetly, rubbing her thumb on his cheek.
His father looks like a strong man. His posture was incredibly poised; he was trying his best not to cry though. His long and silky straight hair is dark as a raven. His eyes are a beautiful shade of blue. He looks ethereal.
He does not even feel weird, they don't feel like strangers to him because Death has given him memories from when he gained his consciousness. It felt like he only woke up from a very long dream.
"Lucien, my son. We thought you weren't going to wake up." Alaric said with a soft tone, looking at his son with affection.
Celestine nodded, "You have been asleep for 6 days, chérie. Oh!" She went to hug him once again, sniffing, "You had us so worried!"
"It seems I'll have to stop you from flying a broom from now on." Alaric nodded to himself, making Lucien's teary eyes widen.
"NO!" Lucien exclaimed, pulling away from his mother’s hug, he was surprised by how his voice sounded, so young and high pitched. "I'll be careful next time-" he muttered.
Alaric raised a brow, pretending to think deeply before smiling at Lucien, "How about this, I will permit you to fly a broom again once you are in school."
"That will be six months from now, darling." Celestine stared at Lucien expectantly.
Lucien looked at his parents back and forth, their eager gazes were making it hard for him to disagree. He nodded in agreement making both of his parents smile. They both look so beautiful.
For the first time in his long agonizing life, he finally felt like he belonged somewhere without feeling like something was amiss. The piece of the puzzle he was missing was finally placed, making the whole picture complete.
This was just a start of his life, and he's going to live it fully without worry. He has parents who look at him with love and affection. He's home.
A sudden gasp from his mother startled him from his thoughts, he looked at her in confusion.
"Oh, right! Happy Birthday, Chérie. Isn't it lovely how you woke up just in time for your birthday?" Celestine gushed.
"Yes, yes. Happy birthday, son." Alaric smiled fondly.
Warmth and affection swelled on his chest; he gleamed at his parents. "Thank you, Mum and Dad."
Lucien Alaric Peverell, currently 11 years old. He decided that he was going to live the childhood he never had. He was going to cure his inner child when in reality, he's an ultimate immortal 121-year-old man.
He was going to heal his inner child.
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Three days has passed and it honestly felt a bit weird for Lucien to act like a kid especially when he is mentally older than his parents. However, considering he never had parents before, this was all new to him. He's decided to treasure every second of it.
Lucien's birthday is April 23, 1960. He was a very quiet boy; he loves reading books and baking with his Mum. His dad is a Potions Master; he owns a famous Potions Store in Diagon Alley.
Because of his weak constitution his parents kept his existence a secret to everyone except the goblins from Gringotts. His grandparents however are also in the dark which is sad but understandable because they are absolutely bad at keeping secrets. He would easily get sick, that was one of the main problems that Harry's soul faced living as Lucien as Death informed him, but now that they're back to their own bodies, everything will change for the better.
Celestine and Alaric decided that they would announce Lucien's existence once he is eleven years old, he would start going to school after all. They have been preparing 2 months before his eleventh birthday so that Lucien wouldn't get overwhelmed. However, something unexpected happened and that is Lucien crashing while flying on his broom.
The Peverells in this world are different from the Peverells in his last life as Harry Potter. Here, the Peverell name didn't go extinct, they are one of the most influential and rich families in the wizarding world of Britain.
In his last life, the Peverells were known for being one of the darkest families in the wizarding world. They were widely known as necromancers and had ties with unforgivable curses.
Whereas in this world, they are morally grey. They are also neutral when it comes to politics. Instead of necromancy, they are known as the best healers in Britain. What makes them unique is how they are able to heal themselves and other people naturally, though it is kept as a family secret because it takes up a lot from their magical core. Their healing abilities must be used with care and should be used for emergencies only. Anyone who will find out will need to make an unbreakable vow.
Not everyone from the Peverell family is blessed with natural healing abilities. Alaric wasn't blessed with it, but his father, Falco Ignatius Peverell was blessed with it. Even though Lucien hasn't met him, his parents made him read books all about them and told stories all about his relatives. Lucien loved those memories; he loves having a big family and he cannot wait to meet all of them.
Since Lucien couldn’t go out, his only friends were the house elves; Missy, Fawny, and Gummy.
Lucien smiled slightly and went to the bathroom. He needs to stop thinking about complicated things such as the past and focus on the present. In a few days, his parents are going to announce to everyone about him. Would there be a Rita Skeeter here too? He certainly hopes not.
He looked at the mirror in astonishment, though he had memories of Harry Potter living as Lucien, he hasn't seen his appearance clearly. He is a mix of his parents.
He had silky black hair like his father, but it was shorter, only reaching above his shoulders. His eyes are blue-green, a perfect mix of his Mum's and Dad's eyes. He got his skin color from his Mum. Since he is still much too young, he is not sure whether he'll get his height from his Mum or his dad. Hopefully, he would get his dad's height for he is quite tall, very tall to be exact and his mum is... not so much.
He shook his head in amusement and washed his face before walking out of the bathroom. Once he's out, he was met with Missy who was gleaming.
"Little Master, Mistress Celly is waiting for you at the garden." Missy said, looking at him fondly.
Lucien smiled brightly, "Alright, Missy. Please lead the way," he replied, walking closer to Missy.
Missy tutted and held Lucien's hand, pulling him close to the dresser.
"Little master must dress up first! Yous still in pyjamas. Missy will help little master," she rambled, letting go of his hand and started browsing in the closet for appropriate outfits.
Lucien giggled and watched Missy who was rambling about how 'decorum' is important for little masters.
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"Ah! Mon chérie, look at you, so dressed up. I do hope you survived Missy's ramblings," Celestine laughed in delight as she watched her son sitting down in front of her. There were different kind of sweets on the table along with delicious smelling tea.
Lucien laughed, "It's fine, mum. I enjoyed it," he said, watching Missy fill up his teacup.
"Oh? Well, isn't that nice, Missy my dear?" Celestine inclined her head at Missy who gleamed.
"Where is dad, Mum?" Lucien asked, noticing the absence of his Father.
"Oh, he's at the ministry- he has been fixing up your documents before we announce you to everyone," she smiled, taking one of Lucien's hands and rubbing it with her thumb.
I'm nervous, I may have been given memories, but I don't know anything else outside of Peverell Manor. Harry gulped, looking down at his teacup.
His nervousness didn't go unnoticed by Celestine; she squeezed his hand making him look up at her. She smiled at him sweetly.
"You'll do great, mon chérie." She whispered
"Right, mon chérie. Where would you want to study? Beauxbatons or Hogwarts?" She asked with a tilt of her head.
Lucien looked at his mother in surprise, "I can pick?" he asked
"Of course!" Celestine beamed at her son, cupping his cheek with one hand.
"Beauxbatons is nice... that's where you studied, right Mum?" he asked, Celestine nodded excitedly, "That's amazing! Well- um, I don't think it would suit me... so I'd like to go to Hogwarts..." he trailed off, looking down again.
Celestine chuckled, holding Lucien's chin, moving it gently to make him look back at her.
"That's great, mon chérie. Your dad will be happy to hear that. Hogwarts is where we met after all." she said it in such a soft voice making Lucien's heart flutter.
"Really?" Lucien asked in awe.
Celestine nodded, "There was this tournament... ah, it is banned now." She paused, "well, in that tournament, students from other schools would visit. Your dad and I were one of the champions." She giggled.
Must be the Triwizard tournament! Lucien thought.
"It was a thrilling experience, me and your dad didn't win but that is when our relationship started to bloom, you see-"
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Once it got dark, Celestine and Lucien went back inside the manor. Celestine ushered him to the drawing room because his father would probably be flooing home soon. Along with Missy, they stood near the fireplace.
A moment later, a bright green light erupted from the fireplace then Alaric appeared right after causing the mother and son to smile.
"Welcome home, mon amour." Celestine said fondly. "How was your business at the ministry? Did everything go well?"
Alaric smiled, walking towards them and stopping in front of Celestine to give her a kiss on the cheek then leaning down in front of Lucien to pat his head before standing back up.
"It went well, my love. Many of them were surprised," Alaric chuckled, "It is best to prepare for the worst though. In any moment, some very... excited and disappointed individuals will come barging into our manor any moment now."
For a moment, Celestine and Lucien looked utterly confused with what he said but then the confusion shifted into understanding once they realised.
"Ah, comment ai-je pu oublier? The grandparents." Celestine giggled, looking down at her son.
Lucien gulped nervously, it's going to be his first time meeting his grandparents.
Suddenly, green flames erupted from the fireplace. An elderly couple appeared, shock and disappointment evident on their faces.
"Ma fille, how could you!?" An elderly woman exclaimed.
This must be Grandma Clementine, Mum's mother. Lucien thought, and that must be Grandpa Ranier.
"What do you mean, Maman?" Celestine asked with a sheepish smile.
"Oh, petit enfant malicieux!" Clementine said, "why didn't you tell us that you have baby?" she asked her heavy accent evident with sadness filling her voice.
Ranier tutted, "This is unacceptable."
"Maman, Papa... we had no choice, he was a very sickly baby. We had to keep him away until he is stronger." Celestine explained making the grandparents soften but that was still not enough.
"Still, why hide from us?" Ranier asked.
Before Celestine could answer, the fireplace erupted again and another elderly couple came out.
These must be Grandma Aestra and Grandpa Falco. Lucien thought, he was extremely nervous and he was glad that none of them seemed to notice him yet.
"Son, what is the meaning of this!? Your cousin has informed me that I apparently have a grandson!" Falco's deep voice echoed through the room. Lucien could see his father wince.
"This is unbelievable." Aestra said.
"Mum, we had to-" Alaric couldn't finish his sentence because of Clementine.
"OH! is this him?" She asked in excitement, the sadness and disappointed from earlier disappeared as she looks at Lucien and his parents expectantly.
When both of his parents nodded, Clementine rushed over Lucien then cupped his cheeks.
"Quel enfant adorable, oh mon bébé!" she exclaimed before pulling Lucien into a tight hug.
Celestine and Alaric then explained the full reason why they had to keep him a secret. The grandparents were absolutely saddened by their decision, but they couldn't take it back now. They're happy that they finally know, but they are still upset with their choice.
All of them are now seated in the dining room, just waiting for lunch to be served.
The grandparents were looking at Lucien so fondly it made him nervous and overwhelmed.
"How is he now? Does he still get sick often?" Falco asked.
"He hasn't been getting sick easily anymore. We honestly thought about homeschooling him." Alaric paused, "but now, it's like a miracle happened. Three days ago, I checked him up and his health improved a lot."
Celestine and Alaric decided to keep the broom accident a secret to avoid getting scolded by their parents. They wouldn't last a day being scolded left to right.
"That's great," Aestra beamed, "where will he be studying?"
"He will be attending Hogwarts, Mother." Celestine paused, looking at Alaric who had a proud expression
Clementine smiled and nodded in understanding, "It is sad that he won't be attending Beauxbatons but Hogwarts is an amazing school. I'm sure, mon bébé will do great."
They talked for hours, Lucien mostly just listening in with a smile. It felt good, peaceful even. It was so nice seeing them interact. His family, real family.
The grandparents agreed that Lucien would visit them on weekends. On Saturdays, he will visit his Peverell Grandparents while on Sunday he will visit his Millefeuille Grandparents.
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Lucien is now wearing pyjamas, laying on his bed. His mum petting his head, looking at him with fondness.
"Go to sleep, mon chérie," she said with a soft smile.
Lucien smiled back and nodded, "Okay, mum."
"Goodnight, Luci." Celestine leaned down and kissed his forehead.
"Goodnight, Mum." He replied with a smile. Celestine gave him one last pat on the head then quietly went outside once Lucien fell asleep.