Yes, Professor?

Part 2 : Harry's Calm

Harry opened his eyes, wincing as the cold of the room hit his newborn body.

After being reincarted millions of times, he got used to the feeling of being born and no longer freaked out about the experience. Although, he couldn't just go up to someone and say, "Being born isn't so bad once you get used to it." It just wasn't an effective conservation starter, but it did end them pretty quickly.

The day Death told him he was his Master, Harry told Death that he wanted to be reborn at random locations in random times, but with all his memories intact of every life. Harry knew dozens of languages, thousands of influential people (he enjoyed bumping into people that he knew in previous lives; it was fun to see them stumble around him once he revealed a fact about them that they had never told him in his new body), and he had first hand accounts of what happened in history.

Harry had been reincarnated into Pharoahs, Kings, Queens, etc. It took him a while to get used to being in a female body, but he wouldn't choose to have boobs and monthly periods. Death just liked to fuck with him every once in a while so that he and his other god buddies could get in some shits-and-giggles by watching him struggle to navigate life through a female perspective. But, one of Harry's favorite lives were when he was one of the first influential feminists of his time. It was nice to kickstart the feminist ideals, despite the scorn he and his family received for supporting and promoting such ideals.

Harry gave a sigh in relief when the midwife holding him said that he was a boy, trying not to squirm as the midwife handed him over to his birth giver.

He couldn't see his new mother very well, but he could tell that she was very beautiful. As her face got closer to his, he noted that she had the distinct platinum blond hair and silvery blue eyes that Fleur Delacour had in his first life. Was he born in France?

Another thing that was similar to all of his lives was that his name never strayed too far from Harry, so he wasn't surprised when he was named Harrison Rosier by his mother. He also confirmed that he was in France when his mother spoke French to him in hushed, sweet tones.

Out of all the countries that he was reincarnated into, the countries around England were the ones that he most frequented, England being where he was born the most.

Harry observed his sperm donor when his birth-giver handed him off with weak, trembling arms, laughing and giving a gummy smile when he saw the stars bursting in his Dad's eyes. It never ceased to amuse him when his new parents first saw him. He wondered how this set of parents would react when his hair turned black and his eyes reverted back to his original, emerald green color.

Those two features always showed by the time he reached two years of age. Death said that they were his defining traits, and that he would never lose them as long as he was alive. Thankfully, he didn't keep the Potter rat's nest. The rat's nest was uncontrollable, and he didn't think he'd be able to handle it for more than one life.

Although, when Harry asked why he never received his signature scar again, Death said that the lightning scar was something that was not his. It was Voldemort's horcrux, not a trait that defined him.

"He looks just like you," His father stated to his mother, softly rocking Harry when he saw his eyes begin to droop.

Harry's mother hummed, her eyes shut closed and her words slurred in exhaustion. "I told you the Delacour genes were strong, but you didn't believe me until now."

Harry's father snorted and stage-whispered to him: "Even while tired, your mother still has her sass!"

Unable to stay awake for much longer, Harry fell asleep with a dorky smile on his face, glad that his parents had such entertaining humor.