[COMPLETED] Auror Harry Potter is killed during a mission. What happens when Death comes for him and makes him an offer? Read on and find out in 'Always'. Cover by @meha-k
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The last thing Harry Potter remembered was seeing the cutting curse heading straight for him and knowing he was going to take the hit. He had two thoughts simultaneously. 'I'm getting too old for this shit', and 'Gin's going to kill me'.
The cutting curse did hit Harry, right across his throat. He had passed out before he even saw the blood gush out of the wound, and was practically dead before he even hit the ground.
Death came for Harry Potter. To escort him to the many that had waited a long time to be reunited with him. But Death himself had been waiting for Harry Potter, waiting to re-pay the debt he felt he owed him.
For he knew of Harry's endeavours, and yes, sacrifices, in his fight against the evil that was Voldemort. Knew that Harry Potter had at one stage been in full possession of all three of the Deathly Hallows, including his Elder Wand. Harry hadn't wanted the Hallows, and had only kept the Invisibility Cloak, which he had passed to his sons.
Death waved his skeletal hand over Harry Potter's face. No longer the boy from the battles, but a man in his prime, Harry's eyes, minus his glasses, fluttered open.
"What-where am I-what happened?" he asked groggily.
"You have a decision to make, Harry Potter. Just like many years ago, you have the chance to go back. Or you may come with me, to rest in eternal peace," said Death. "Then, my debt will be paid."
"Debt? What debt? I've got to get back, I need to be with my kids," mumbled Harry. It was James' seventeenth birthday soon, a big milestone for a wizard. Ginny was going all out with a big party and everything.
"Very well, Harry Potter. Your wish has been granted. The next time I see you, there will be no more choices."
"What? Who are you? Wait, come back," called Harry feebly, as the dark figure de-materialised. "Help," he called, before he passed out.
Harry awoke to a bright white light. It was blurry, until he felt someone slip his glasses on. The surroundings came into focus, and he felt a sense of familiarity as he stared at the ceiling. He felt like he'd seen it before.
"Madame Pomfrey, he's coming around," said a male voice. Again, there was that sense of familiarity.
"Good. Will you please let the headmistress know. Mr Jamesion, can you hear me? I'm Madame Pomfrey, and you are in the Hogwarts Infirmary." She waved her wand over him.
Harry chuckled, now knowing why the room was so familiar,. Merlin knows, he spent enough time here when he was at school. But wait, why was he here now, and why had they called him that name, what was it, Jamesion?
"How do you feel? Any headaches, blurry vision?" asked the matron.
"What happened?" asked Harry.
"An excellent question, Mr Jamesion. You passed out right after you were sorted into Slytherin," said Headmistress Mcgonagall.
"Maybe it was the travel?" suggested another voice, the familiar one.
Harry turned to see his son, Albus, standing behind the headmistress.
"Perhaps. Where did you arrive from? When I asked you earlier, you only replied 'a long way'," said Mcgonagall.
"Well, I can't find anything wrong with the lad," said Madame Pomfrey.
"Perhaps a meal? Maybe he passed out from hunger," suggested Al.
Harry stared at him, trying to figure out what was so different about his son.
"I feel fine," he said.
"I think Albus is right. We'll get you a meal and you can rest for a bit. Then Mr Potter here will take you to Slytherin House, show you your dormitory and he can give you your schedule for tomorrow's lessons," said the headmistress.
Lessons? Dormitory? Ok, this was fun for a second, but he'd had enough. "I want to go home," he said.
"Where is home, Mr Jamesion?" asked the headmistress. "You couldn't tell me that when you arrived, either."
What? What was going on?
Madam Pomfrey patted his shoulder. "There now, no need to pressure the lad. Rest up, dear. I'll see about getting you something to eat." She hurried off.
"I'll check in with you after lunch, Peter," said Al. "I've got to go, my Potions lesson is about to start. Bye now."
Headmistress Mcgonagall watched him go fondly. "That's our head boy, Albus Potter. He's also in Slytherin, so if you have any queries, he's the one to ask."
"He called me Peter," said Harry, confused. Truthfully, his head was swimming right now.
"You were mumbling when we asked your name. We managed to hear a P and a T and an R. Is your name not Peter? Peter Jamesion?" asked the headmistress.
Harry sank back onto his pillow. "I-I think I want to sleep."
"Very well. Madame Pomfrey will keep me appraised of your condition. Rest now."
The headmistress left him alone.
He dreamed while he was asleep. Dreamed he was woken by Death, but got offered the chance to continue his life, as a thank you for not using the Deathly Hallows for his own personal use.
He remembered being told he could go on or he could go back, and replying that he needed to be with his kids.
Harry bolted upright in bed, now very awake. He had been sent back to Hogwarts, not as the father to James, Al and Lily, but as a peer. He was now a student at Hogwarts, apparantly under the name Peter Jamesion. And he'd been sorted into Slytherin.
Harry sank back onto his pillow, his head pounding with too many questions. Where was Ginny? How could Al be Head boy when he was still in his sixth year? Why didn't anyone recognise him?
The last thought made him pause. Tenderly he got out of bed, in case he was dizzy or in pain, but he felt fine. He went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He gasped.
His hair was sandy blonde and he had eyes of azure blue. Funny though, he still needed his glasses.
"Hello, Peter Jamesion. I'm Harry Potter," he said to himself.
A/N: Thats it! Hope you enjoyed it. You will be getting a chapter twice a week.
