Controlling

Chapter 15

Harry stared at the mirrow where his 20 years old figure was reflected despiste the fact that he was nearing his 100's.

He doesn't age, he had noticed it when he was nearing his 30's and many people that went to the same school year as him were already showing signs of aging.

Since then, he put a glamour everyday, everytime, to look like he was aging like a normal person, because Harry just couldn't be normal, could he?

When people he knew since school days started dying, Harry started to plan his own death too.

Since he couldn't really die, he had to hide himself from the world the moment he is declared dead.

His plan was put into action earlier than he anticipated, because when he was in a charity dinner, his food had been tempered with poison.

He reconized it due to a strange hobby of his, since he couldn't die, he started eating/drinking many strange and diferent poisons.

It was normal for a house elf to find him dead in the floor, only to wake up a few hours later, depending on the poison's lethality, due to this, he accumulated immunity for them.

So, for the rest of the world Harry Potter had a sudden heart attack and collapsed, when he arrived at St. Mungo's, it was already too late to save him.

Good thing Harry had learned how to to trick medical scans and play dead long before this happened.

After faking his death, he went out of England and leisurely travel the world.

Many things happened while he travled, leaving him all alone in the whole planet.

It was on one of his many scrolls through the world, this one where the former country of Egypt was, where he found something that sparkled his curiosity in a very long time.

It was a strange chamber with a dagger placed in top of a stone bed in the center of the room full of strange symbols unknown to him.

It took a long time fo Harry to decipher the meaning behind the strange symbols that ended up being a new set runes used in ancient times by the egyptian magik.

Such strange runes are actually related to the most dangerours fields of magic, Life, Death and Time.

Harry had decoded the purpose of this ritual.

According to runes spread on the walls, this ritual is supposed to send someone back in time, how far into the past depends on the amount of blood and magic poured into the runes.

Harry had long run out of things to do, so he decided to give it a shot.

(Self-harm and suicide ahead)

He cut his two wrists with the dagger, lay down in the stone bed and his blood flow to ground and filling the runes with it.

It took a while for his blood to drain completely and even more to exhaust half of his core.

Harry wasn't sure how long it took until he died and for the ritual to work, all he knew was that his conscience was blurry and hazy and suddenly cleared up and he woke up.

Harry was unaware of the six figures that had gaze upon him with curious eyes and one pair of proud ones.

"Harry?"

"Hm?" he refocus on Tom's face, his slightly concerned was visible, at least to Harry, in his eyes.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Are you feeling well? You have been silent for quite sometime and not answering my questions" Tom said, posing his teacup in the table and fully focusing on Harry.

"Ask again, then" the raven haired said, leaning back against the sofa and relaxing himself after the intense flashback he had.

"How old are you, Harry" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly, focusing all of his attention on analyzing any change on his figure.

"A tricky question" Harry replied, a hint of a teasing smile on his lips "You will have to be more specific than that"

Harry watched as Tom frown a bit, a trace of confusion on his eyes as he lowered his head and tapped his finger in the chair's arm, a habit Harry had come to note, as he thinks.

"How old are you mentally?" Tom corrected after a few silent breaths passed.

"I don't know, i lost count after 2000" Harry shrugged carelessly, running a hand through his clumsy hair, hinding his anxiety.

Harry won't lie, he did like to see the shock look on Tom's face when he processd what he heard.

His eyes had widen, his mouth opened and closed before decidedly closed it and frown again and tapped his finger on the chair.

"How did you do it?" Tom asked what Harry feared the most.

Harry carefully looked at Tom, trying to read the boy as he sat there.

Tom had interested and expectant glints in his eyes which told Harry that Tom would try replicate what he did.

Harry sighed, feeling a bit distressed by it.

"Tom, you can't do what i did" Harry said with his most serious voice he ever talked with.

"Why?" Tom's eyes narrowed dangeroursly, traces of challenge, dissatisfaction and arrogance evidente on his tone and rigid posture.

"Because what i did can only happen once" Harry explained vaguely.

"What makes you think i can't repeat it?" Tom challanged again.

"Because it won't work!" Harry said a bit aggressively than he needed. "You will fail, no matter how many times you do it" he said more calmly.

"Alright" Tom replied calmly, but Harry could see the tense jaw and white knucles that Tom wasn't pleased.

"Tom" Harry called, using the softest tone Tom has ever heard, even when Harry talked with children, it wasn't this soft "You know why you ended the way you were. Don't make the same mistakes, again, in your search for immortality" Harry advised 'Besides, you will become immortal the moment our bond is complete' Harry silencely added in his mind.

Tom quiet down when he heard that, the memories of what he did were still fresh on his mind.

"Then, how did you do acomplish it?" Tom asked quietly, this time by pure curiosity.

(Revised)