|Curse of Fate
Author: Mistress Nika PM
Immortal Harry, after watching friends and family die over thousands of years, only wants to join his loved ones in death. Believing he's found a way, he sends himself back into the body of his infant self, vowing to change his fate. -Dark Lord Harry-Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Harry P. - Chapters: 25 - Words: 168,398 - Reviews: 3,234 - Favs: 4,376 - Follows: 4,239 - Updated: 03-10-09 - Published: 12-15-05 - id: 2703901
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Title: The Curse of Fate
Author: Mistress Nika
Rating: PG-15 (Yes, 15. That's somewhere between PG-13 and R.)
Summary: Thousands of years into the future, vampire Harry only wants to join his loved ones in death. However, his curse of immortality is absolute. Therefore he sends himself back into the body of his infant self, vowing to this time refuse eternity. When do things ever go according to plan? Unexpected changes to the timeline, people who aren't as they once were and more send his life spiraling out of his control.
Pairings: Harry/Lucius(main), possible Harry/Severus, possible Lucius/Severus, possible Harry/Lucius/Severus, Sirius/Remus, Theo/Hermione, possible Theo/Blaise, possible Hermione/Ginny, Draco/Luna, possible one-sided Harry/Luna on Luna's part, possible Hermione/Pansy, Cedric/Eleanor(OC), past Harry/Ginny
Warnings: AU, het, slash, angst, language, violence, time travel, VampireHarry, DarkLordHarry
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
-October 31st, 8513 AD-
This will be the final entry in a journal which has lasted over a thousand years. However, this will not be an accounting of my day-to-day life like the others, but of my origins and what I hope to be my end. I have never used my true name, nor those of my companions, in any of my writings in the chance they would be found and deciphered. My name is Harry James Potter and I was once known as the Boy Who Lived.
My story starts over six thousand years ago in a little village called Godric's Hollow. There my parents, Lily and James Potter, gave their lives to save mine from the darkest wizard of the age. The little details are not so important and I must confess, they have become rather blurred with time. I lived with my mother's relatives, grew up, went off to school and saved the world. Eventually, I met a man who would change my life forever. Out of the darkness he came with an army at his back. He saved my life and that of my family and many years later I would call him Master.
Time plays tricks on me. I imagine as I sit here in this cold room surrounded by stars, I can hear the laughter of my beloved wife as she is regaled with yet another of my Master's tall tales. I can hear my children playing games as my brother scolds them for the mess. I can feel the heat on my back from the warm fire and almost glance over, expecting to see a bushy head appear to insist I come to her office right away.
But no. That's all gone now. There's nothing left and I am alone.
My friends are long since dead, crumbled into so much dust and lost to time. My sons died mortal deaths eons ago. My tragic daughter, who had eternity forced upon her by a maniac, walked into the sun five thousand years ago. My sister was murdered and my brother's sorrow caused him to follow her into death. My wife and eldest daughter, the last of my family, have both been gone four hundred years. I tried to follow them, for what is left for me without them, but my cursed body would not allow it. Until now I did not understand the warnings my Master gave me or the true depth of my immortality. Infinite power at my command and still I cannot die. I once thought to throw myself into the very depths of the sun, hoping that would end my suffering. Alas, not even such an awe inspiring giant could destroy me. However, it did teach me long forgotten lessons in physical pain.
Four hundred years I have searched for a way to die and now I believe I have found it. If this body cannot be destroyed, I shall simply have to abandon it. I will become what I once was. I will become mortal.
The runes are set. The gates are open. Nineteen eighty, here I come.