If you had a chance to meet your soul mate would you take it, even if it meant traveling to a different time and place to find them? Instead of Dumbledore, Harry meets his parents after Voldemort hits him with the Avada Kedavra in the Forbidden Forest. What he learns leads to a decision that will propel him almost 400 years into the future. Slash
Rampant misuse of both English and Klingon.
I don't own anything.
"To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal.
"Mum, is that you?" Harry blinked several times, trying to make sense of what his eyes were telling him. He shook his head as if to clear his befuddled brain and looked again.
"Yes, baby, it's me." The beautiful woman before him replied. Not just any woman though, his mother. His mother!
She was stunning; beautiful, creamy skin, almond-shaped, emerald eyes and auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. He caught lighter shades of red and gold sprinkled throughout her wavy hair. What caught his breath though was the look of love and understanding shining brightly in her eyes.
"Am I dead? Is this heaven?" Harry asked breathlessly. "Where are Dad and Siri?" Harry looked around frantically searching for the familiar faces of his father and godfather.
"Oh sweetie, they are coming too, but I needed to talk to you first. We don't have much time and I have many things to tell you," his mother replied, sadness lurking in her eyes.
"Not much time?" Harry asked confused. "What do you mean not much time?" A touch of hysteria entering his voice, "Don't we have forever now?" The boy bowed his head and whispered, "I'm so tired. I thought I was done."
"Oh sweetie, I know you're exhausted. You have been so brave, my little boy . . . so brave." She reached out and pulled Harry into her arms, giving him the first truly motherly hug he had ever received. Of course, Mrs. Weasley had tried to hug him, but he usually tried to escape her or stood rigidly in her smothering embrace when he was caught. This was nothing like that however; he literally melted into his mother's embrace, pushing his face into her neck to breath in her scent and feel her warmth, wrapping his arms around her small waist.
She began rocking him slightly, humming a tune that that seemed vaguely familiar to him. "I used to rock you at night like this," she said gently, "to help you fall asleep." She ran her fingers through his pitch-black, shoulder-length hair humming the same tune again.
They stayed that way for some time, taking pleasure in each other's presence. Finally, Harry shifted slightly so that he could see his mother's face. She looked down at him, compassion and love once more flickering across her face and in her eyes.
"You were never supposed to go to my sister," she started out. "Your father and I arranged for several options, should Sirius not work out."
"Siri said something about that, but we never had the time or privacy to discuss it," Harry murmured into his mother's shoulder. "I wondered why I was sent there, but every time I thought to ask, other topics seemed more important." Harry paused for a moment thinking, "Why was that?" He said almost to himself. He traced that line of thinking and found each instance in his memory of having those thoughts and then immediately thinking of something else.
"Dumbledore has much to answer for," Lily said with quiet fury, surprising Harry with her vehemence.
"Dumbledore, mother?" Harry asked, sitting up, confusion in his voice. Even as he said this, his thoughts and memories started coming together, painting a picture that made him slightly ill.
"You remember now, don't you sweetie? His memory and compulsion charms have no effect on you here."
Harry barely caught what she was saying, so caught up in the rush of memories that assaulted him. Visiting the Headmaster's office with questions and demands, only to leave with no memory of the visit. Feeling strangely as if he was missing something vital, but never able to remember. Wondering when he had stopped enjoying reading and learning new information, even though he had spent the majority of the time spent in his cupboard doing just that.
"What has he done to me?" Harry cried out, pain and anger lacing his voice.
"Calm down, Baby," the soothing voice of his mother reaching the boy's frenzied mind. "You're so passionate," she said, running her fingers down his cheek.
"I'm afraid you got that from your mother," a new voice spoke from behind Harry. "Fiery temper and sparkling green eyes," the man, Harry recognized as his father said, a loving look on his face. "Just the right combination for lovers," the man added with a wink.
Twin blushes broke out on the boy and mother's faces.
"Dad," the sitting couple cried at the same time.
"Really James, you do that on purpose," Lily admonished.
The man laughed and reaching out his hands pulled them both up and into his strong arms. Nuzzling first his wife and then his son, James said quietly, "But Lily-Flower, it always has such a satisfying reaction and now I get 'two birds with one stone' as your father used to say. You wouldn't deny me my pleasure would you?" James asked wiggling his eyebrows.
Lily huffed and looked away, smiling slightly, while Harry avidly watched his parents interact. A serious expression returned to her face when she spoke next, "We were discussing Dumbledore's misdeeds."
"The fucking hypocrite!" James exclaimed, "Always speaking of 'the power of love' when he knows none of it. Twisted, disgusting, evil man! Worse than Voldemort, if you ask me; at least Voldemort doesn't hide his evil intentions behind a veneer of goodness and light." James tightened his hold on his wife and son, "I'm so sorry Prongslet for leaving you like that. I'm so sorry for how you grew up. You're mother and I watched you struggle and could do nothing about it. I love you so much, that is not the childhood I wanted for you." The man who looked so much like him buried his face in Harry's hair, squeezing him tightly.
Harry was overwhelmed with emotion, barely keeping back the tears that were misting in his eyes. He never cried, not since he was little and first realized that his uncle and cousin enjoyed seeing his tears. The boy could barely deal with the fact that his parents had made arrangements for his care that specifically did not include the Dursleys. All those lonely, heart-breaking years could have been avoided. He knew the only person who could have circumvented his parent's will was Dumbledore. If the man weren't already dead, Harry would kill the old goat himself.
"His treachery goes deeper, however," James continued. "He partially bound your magic as a child. You were to receive certain gifts that Dumbledore did not want you developing when you came into your magical maturity. Your magic was stronger than he anticipated however, so he had to renew the charms every couple of years as a child and then every year as you came closer to your majority.
"But, Dumbledore has been dead for a year," Harry exclaimed with confusion.
"Yes, he has sweetie," Harry's mother entered the conversation, sadness in her voice. "He used one of his spies to maintain the charms that were placed on you."
"Spies?" Harry repeated shocked. "He had spies watching me?" At the nod of his parent's heads, Harry released a breath to calm himself. Thinking through the information given to him, Harry suddenly had an epiphany, "Weasley, that slimy, jealous, git! It was him I know it!" He turned to his parents for confirmation.
"Among others," his father replied to his questioning look. "The two youngest Weasleys, most of the Order: McGonagall, Snape, Tonks, Moody, and Mrs. Weasley; a few random students that were either blackmailed or paid."
"How could he get away with this?" Harry whispered brokenly into his father's shoulder. "How could he be allowed to do this to me? Why did he do this to me?"
"It is unclear what his motivations were," his mother hesitantly replied, measuring her words. "Something happened to him after he defeated Grindlewald. He stepped off his original path and began to follow another. He searched for another adversary to defeat, perhaps to give his life purpose, but eventually found nothing, so created one himself.
"Tom Riddle . . .Voldemort," Harry sighed wearily.
"Yes, Tom was an ideal candidate. Dumbledore already suspected that he held views counter to the light side's aims. All Tom needed was a little push in the right direction and the rest worked itself out really."
"How did we get drawn in to Dumbledore's plans? I assume he orchestrated the prophecy as well as Voldemort's attack on Godric's Hollow." Harry said thoughtfully, still enjoying the closeness with his parents.
"No, the prophecy was genuine," James spoke up. "Dumbledore merely shaped the events afterwards to gain control of you; to use you as a weapon and then reap the results of all of your hard work. He did not, however, predict the betrayal of his most trusted spy." Harry's father spat the last word out.
"Snape," the teenager said with disgust.
"Yes, Severus betrayed the betrayer in the end," Lily commented sadly. "He was not always like the person you knew him to be."
Harry caught the sour look that crossed his father's face at that comment. "Yes, well, he was clearly not the same person by the time I came to Hogworts," Harry said acerbically. He did not want to discuss that slimy bastard and his trumped up crush on his beautiful mother.
"Harry," his mother admonished, "Holding onto bitterness will eventually eat away at any happiness you find. I wouldn't want that for you. I also don't want it to blind you to the truth. Severus, in many ways was very similar to you. He came from a very difficult home-life, had a trying time at Hogwarts," here she shot her husband a disappointed look then continued, "And then eventually fell into the clutches of two evil men that used him for their own gain without any thought to his well being. I personally think that Severus killed Dumbledore for you more than anything else. You have to understand that Dumbledore's duplicity was not focused solely on you. He meddled cruelly in the lives of many, but his attention seemed most often drawn towards you, Severus and Tom."
Harry wasn't sure what to think about this. Seeing Snape as a tragic hero was a bit too much to take, but he would consider his mother's words. Deciding to go back to an earlier point in the conversation, Harry said, "If the prophecy was genuine, what was the power Voldemort knew not because I know it wasn't how much I could love others?" Harry scoffed, thinking of how many more people he had just moved from his 'barely tolerated' list to his 'loathed and despised' list.
"Well originally it was the gifts that Dumbledore suppressed," Lily replied.
"What gifts mother? When I came into my maturity, I had a modest power boost, but didn't receive any gifts per se." Harry responded with a twinge of bitterness. After his birthday, the extra power behind his spells had been helpful, but nothing extraordinary. A fact that the redheaded slime ball took care to mention whenever he could. Two-faced git, even Ronald had received an affinity towards fire.
"As I mentioned earlier, both of your gifts began expressing themselves earlier than is typical. Most young witches and wizards of average power levels receive gifts or affinities around the time of their magical maturity." Harry nodded along with his mother's words. He knew this already. "Your gifts surfaced much earlier, which caused Dumbledore to place additional charms to restrict your abilities in addition to the power bindings he put on you before he dropped you off at the Dursleys."
"You're a very powerful wizard Harry," James added after seeing his son's incredulous look. "It's no wonder really, the Potters and Blacks are both teeming with powerful and gifted witches and wizards. Your magic was potent prior to the blood adoption with Siri, but after the extra boost put you into another level entirely, in addition to the gift of sight that came with it."
"Your father thought it a great joke that Dumbledore had to scramble to contain your additional power after that stunt," Lily mused. "It is interesting that he never associated your visions with the seer gift that ran through the Black family though."
"I'm a seer?" Harry choked out. "I thought I just had visions of Voldemort because our minds were connected through the horcrux."
"When did your visions begin Harry?" His father questioned.
"During the summer before fourth year, right after . . ."
"You took the potion that Siri sent you." James finished.
"Yes, I . . . never connected that before," Harry said with confusion. "So many things were muddled at that time. I was so confused and . . ."
"Pliant," Lily finished this time with an edge to her voice. "Just the way that Dumbledore wanted you to be. It's the effects of all the charms he had you under. Your magic was fighting for you, but between containing the horcrux and breaking down the many charms placed on you, it is no wonder you walked around dazed most of the time."
"What gift did I receive from the Potters then?" The young wizard asked, desperately trying to assimilate the new knowledge.
"Do you remember turning your teacher's hair blue, apparating onto the school roof, and blowing up Marge Dursley? James asked his son with an amused look.
"Well yes, but all of that was accidental magic," Harry looked up at the taller man. "Wasn't it?"
"Yes, and no," Lily said, drawing the boy's attention. "The Potters are known for an uncanny ability with wandless magic."
"It's how I was able to get away with so many pranks in school," James puffed out his chest proudly. "The professors never could pin me down on anything and then after I received the power boost with my magical maturity, the Marauders were unstoppable!" The man finished with a fist pump in the air, "Marauders rule, Slytherins drool!"
Harry looked at his mother who was rolling her eyes and sighing, "I know I willingly married him, but I often wonder why," she whispered to Harry her eyes crinkling with laughter.
"You couldn't resist the 'Love-Machine'" James bellowed arrogantly. Both Lily and Harry winced and covered their ears.
"Or the love potion," a new voice added.
Harry's head popped up, "Siri," he shrieked, running towards his godfather and tackling him to the ground. "I missed you so much!" the boy said as he squeezed the animagus. "I'm so sorry for getting you killed!" Harry exclaimed, his emotions quickly cycling from excitement to guilt and misery.
"Oh Prongslet, you didn't get me killed." Sirius sighed with a touch of exasperation, "I did that all on my own. I never did take things 'Siriusly' enough," the man finished wiggling his eyebrows at his joke.
"Oh good grief, will that ever get old?" Lily snarked out, smacking her face with her hand in an expression of annoyance at the man hugging her son.
"Doubtful," James huffed out as he pulled his best friend and son to their feet. "He's really a child stuck in a man's body," James finished affecting an air of wisdom and understanding.
"Hello Pot, my name is Kettle," Sirius bowed haughtily towards his hazel-eyed friend. Both men then turned as one as Harry burst out laughing. The laughing didn't stop however, as the boy continued until he began crying, gasping for air through his sobs.
All three adults rushed him and as Lily embraced him tightly, James and Sirius formed a circle around them both with their arms. "Sh, sh, baby, no need to cry," Lily crooned as she hugged her son to her chest, brushing away his tears.
Eventually Harry's sobs grew quieter and only a hiccup could be heard every now and then. Lily was still stroking his hair and murmuring to him when he peaked his eyes out from her shoulder and whispered, "Why couldn't I have had this all along? What did I do to deserve the Dursleys, Dumbledore, the wizarding world? Why is it always so hard for me?"
Lily sighed, "Harry, I know it's been difficult for you. I've watched over you all of your life and seeing how first Petunia and her family abused you with fists and words and then Dumbledore with magic has caused me to truly hate people that I once loved and respected. I'm not the only one who has looked after you though. Magic herself has watched you struggle through hardships, deprivation and betrayal. Magic is our mother Harry, and she has watched you remain pure of heart even through the trails of your childhood. She has seen your desire for love and safety, comfort and healing. Magic has granted you a boon, my child, a soul mate to love you, protect you, heal you. One made especially for you. It is up to you to reach out and grab this chance."
Harry was quiet for some time, still soaking up the comfort from his parents and godfather. He finally looked up at each of them, let a breath out and said, "What do I need to do?"