Master of the deities

Master of the deities

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Harry Potter lived to the grand age of 178, he had been head auror in his younger years and then retired when his children graduated school at his wife died, to travel the world and learn all kinds of different magics and culture. He had been a rather formidable wizard and often reminded people as to why he was the chosen one and why people were scared shitless of him, even though he was on the light side of the war. Then of course, the so-called potter lick struck when he died. Turns out the deities love him (he'd never of guessed with how much of a bitch fate had been to him in his life) and claim him as their master, leading him to be ridiculously overpowered. They send him back in time, to the day he was dropped off at the Dursley's and they take him off the doorstep and raise him themselves, of course with all his memories intact. How will Harry turn out after being raised by Death, Life, Mischief, Chaos, Beauty, Intelligence, Fate and Time? A snarky bastard is one term that could be used. Oh, and how will Snivellus Snape react to a Potter that really does strut about the castle 😉.
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{Marauders Era - Post War} {James Potter x OC} {Second Chance Romance} "I'm a potter," Fawn announces, her head inclining in the direction of the floorboards suddenly creaking very loudly. James is rearing back, his eyes growing round like bludgers and his hand coming up to clasp his throat, his voice box, hoping he sounds less embarrassingly taken aback than he feels. "I beg your pardon?" A clear, bright strand of orange emerges, betraying Fawn's slight amusement when she clarifies, "I'm a potter. I make pottery." ***************** 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 James Potter reluctantly returns to Hogwarts three years after war end and happens to stumble across the brightness, the colour he lost all sight of. Maybe he wasn't the only one. ***************** (This story may include mature content and emotional triggers that could cause distress towards the reader)

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