My Wish

All his life as he was dying in Hospital Harry thought, was that he saw what his life has been like.

Its nothing but give and give on his side, and everyone else, even his own friends and family take and take.

Needless to say he was drained dry. Was it no surprise he died of sheer stress and exhaustion by age 50?

Not in financial sense but he, was rendered exhausted by everybody and their expectations and demands because if he didn't do so, he'd be slandered in the papers and everyone yelling at him.

His only reprieve was his children whom he raised right that they defended him from even their own mother who became Molly 2.0. Ginny, when marrying him, expected lavish luxury. Sure she lived poor but hey, so did he, damnit! That unlike her, he knew the value of money and things. He wasn't like Malfoy or even Neville who grew up rich. But she wanted the finest things his money could buy. Marrying her was a damn mistake even if he cared for her.

The thing was, his grandma, was a Seer and nobody knew it when she was alive for her own safety as her family and everyone would exploit her. She foresaw many things that his grandfather protected their interests as Head of House Potter. He knew about his son's financial stupidity and recklessness especially in war that he gave the Headmaster a lot of money from his assigned vault by his father, and the woman Harry'd end up marrying. When they tied the knot, they were summoned to Gringotts by Fleamont Potter's will...needless to say Ginny wasn't too happy that Fleamont Potter willed Harry to only have 500.000 Galleons from the Main Family Vaults to teach his descendants MONEY SENSE. The entirety of the fortune, was barred from them.

He was privately called as to why this was so days later and he UNDERSTOOD. He was just sad that his grandparents had to go so far to protect their wealth. While Harry has money sense, his wife definitely doesn't. And in marriage to a Noble House, wife receives stipend every month that Ginny would blow away within three days or so. And as they are restricted to a certain amount, Harry thus gripped money tightly and lived a modest life even if his wife wasn't too happy about it and makes her feelings clear how she hated her grandfather-in-law. She started working for her own money thus to have more money as she gets 100 Galleons a month from the 500.000 inheritance.

Which was why he made his will when he started feeling ill.

He wasn't sure if his grandmother foresaw the financial fates of his children and grandchildren...he called them and his godson Teddy except for his wife and his children's spouses.

'I called you here in secret for a reason.' said Harry to them. 'As you know, I'm a dying man. Dying from stress and grief no thanks to everyone outside our home, including your own mother. And I'm a very tired man.' he sighed as his descendants have uncomfortable looks on their faces. 'And you grew up knowing it, unfortunately. I have nothing but utter contempt towards everyone who isn't you.' he scowled. 'But I am forced to suppress my feelings for years for obvious reasons.'

'You guys are the reason I can keep going but everyone in Magical Britain sucks me dry faster than you cheering me up but I am grateful for you kids nonetheless.' he said with a sad smile. 'So I want you to go to Gringotts right now, and have Grandpa Fleamont's Will read to all of you. Grandma Euphemia foresaw many things for the sake of family but sadly, her foresight never saved me because my dad was a moron. He trusted too much in a man who dumped me in an unhappy home when he died.' he said bitterly.

'I want you to follow her instructions so that you all may have happy lives. Once obtaining what is granted to you, get the hell out of this country and no, don't take your mother with you. Never tell anyone where you'll go and operate in secret until you are free from this hellhole. Live life the way you want to live it, and be happy. Never let anyone treat you how they treated me! You should set me as an example so you would never suffer as I have. I want you to be free as a bird and happy. That is my only wish to the family in this room who actually cares for me.'

'Old man, don't be like that...' Teddy choked out. He was the only one who could bring himself to talk as his cousins were unable too, trying hard not to cry.

'Teddy, you will inherit the remains of my inheritance and old trust vault. Gringotts will just make that official. Its still pretty big, you and Victoire can have a good start with it and at least I can trust Bill and Fleur to have good money sense. I just never told Ginny how much my Trust Vault actually has, telling her it was just barely enough to pay for school.' Harry smiled at his godson. 'Upon making things official and legit, come back here. You will find me dead by then though, under a glamour I'm sleeping and snoring...I want you to burn my body, and scatter my ashes in the wind to keep our family safe. Goodness knows dark magic uses body parts...' he shuddered.

'Dad...are you really...?' his youngest daughter Lily sniffled. Harry gave his kids a weak smile.

'Today will be the day I'm gone. Did you bring 'them'?'

His sons and daughter each have a piece of the Hallows and reluctantly gave it to him.

'These things will return home to Death after a millennium of it passing down many hands. I will end it here myself. So that no idiot on a power trip will cause trouble with them. Sariel, as my eldest, cast the illusion that I'm sleeping OK?'

'Y-yes dad.' his eldest son Sariel choked.

'Rasiel, cast a well-timed Notice-me-Not on my ward door when you guys go...and Lily, be the bright flower and have warm, happy home with your brothers and children. In the days before you kids got old and married, you showed that despite what a harpy you came from, you fell very far from the tree and grew up kind and virtuous, a true flower. That made me very happy indeed.' Harry then summoned Death that made his children and grandchildren horrified.

They knew they can never forget this unless they Obliviated themselves.

Finally...I'm having it all back... Death was like millions of raspy voices speaking together in a scary, scratchy tone. I have seen their many masters. All of whom died in folly yet you, the last master of all three, not one, is willingly giving it back...but I sense a 'but', Harry Potter. he cackled.

'I'm sure you've seen what hell my life was.' said Harry. 'My only wish is that I will have meaningful happiness in my next life, things sadly denied to me here. A happy, loving childhood...true friends, and someone who will truly love and stay with me. I don't care what gender as long as whoever that is truly loves me, giving me the love I hungered for. That, and I'll definitely enjoy life next time.'

Very well...I'm astonished at the wish...normally people fear me and will naturally ask for immortality...even Gods fear me. Well, where there is life, death follows...all things age and end. Life will then give these souls I took new form, giving them what they deserve based on their deeds in life. Normally Life has a say in where you go, I suppose I can bargain since you did technically become Master of Death as my legend has foretold.

'I'm tired, OK? These people fucking leeched me dry.' Harry snorted. 'My beloved children knows how much I suffered. Why would I want immortality? I'd be branded the next Dark Lord for sure by these wishy-washy bastards!' he griped. 'Kill me so that I may have my wish!' he ordered it.

Death raised its skeletal arms, taking the Hallows from Harry. Harry looked at his children, grandchildren and godson for one last time.

'Make this old man happy and do my final wishes. I want to die knowing you're all free.'

And he closed his eyes one last time, as Death extracted his soul from his body.

'Please grant our father his wish!' Rasiel cried. 'Enough is enough! We too, hated everybody in Magical Britain! He's suffered so much because of them!'

Death simply vanished.

'...grandpa's gone now...' a little girl choked. 'Now what?'

'Well little filly, we do what he wants us to do. Be free.' Sariel told his youngest daughter. 'Its easy for us to disappear since dad insisted we all marry your mothers who aren't British so we don't have ties here. He was planning this all along so we won't end up like he did. There's only so much we can do to get the others off our backs and we're getting tired of them too. Let's go.'

Heavy-hearted, they hid Harry Potter's death from the hospital, then put on an act later that made Prophet Headlines.

xxx

Harry Potter was reborn in a new family in another world where magical creatures called Pokemon exist, and the world revolved around them. He lives in the Unova Region.

He was born in a wealthy family of farmers who made their fortune in their vast Berry Farms and Milk Products off their Miltank Ranch. He was the youngest son as the family has five sons.

But while he has his parents' features, he was 'unusually beautiful' yet you can still tell he's male by his face. He has his father's black hair which he wears spiky with face-framing fringes, and his mother's vivid-green eyes and face shape. The rest? None in his family tree has his kind of looks, and he has the fairest skin tone in the family. Due to his looks, they had a DNA Test done to make sure they brought home the right baby from the hospital.

That, and he was born a powerful Psychic detected by specific machinery.

Thus nobody in the family could believe they can produce such a beauty, shame such beauty didn't go to a girl! And that, there's no Psychic in the family!

He thus has overprotective brothers who had trouble identifying him as a boy until years later, and his mother and grandmother had fun with dressing him up as he learns to control his powers. He was tested for what his ability could be, and his ability is oriented in Psychokinesis, so he had to be schooled far away from home in Kanto's Saffron City before going back home to Unova to continue school.

He grew up loved as his first life wanted.

But one day...when his turn to go on a journey came as his eldest brother will be done with his soon...his father asked him,

'Harry, what would you like for a Starter Pokemon?' his father asked him. 'You'll be fifteen soon, its your turn to travel though its quite late.'

'Well, I wanted to complete school first, not just Pokemon School dad.' said Harry, 'That way when I go home and enter University for a career, I won't have hassle like most trainers. But by the way, why ask me about starters?'

'Well, so we can reserve one of course!' said beaming Mr. Potter. 'So what'll it be? A Snivy? Tepig? Or Oshawott?'

'Boring...' Harry huffed. 'I want something different. I want a Bounsweet from Alola.'

'Bounsweet?! Isn't that kind of lame?'

'The pay-off is worth it at least.' Harry grinned. 'Can I? Warren's coming home soon, have him get me one!'

'Well, don't regret having Bounsweet on your travels!' Mr. Potter said wryly.

'That's what I'm for, so don't worry about me!' Harry snorted as he turned the nearby porcelain incense burner into a pretzel shape and back again with sheer will alone. 'I'm a psychic!'

Psychokinesis can manipulate things down to molecular level that it almost looks like magic. He was a psychic prodigy that his stay in Psychic School, was the shortest.

Psychics cannot be called 'graduates' until they've shown mastery, maturity and responsibility. Those who flunked...well...

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'Hey li'l bro, I got ya what you wanted but...I'm not too sure even if the payoff's great, not to mention its the fragrant version of a Grimer. It smells so wonderful its smell is wafting out of the ball people thought I like perfume!' Warren was an 18 years old man ready to work in the family farm after enjoying his youth outside. He gave his younger brother a Safari Ball containing the Pokemon and sure enough, it smells fragrant. 'I heard of its final form but its so rare its a miracle to see a Tsareena in Alola since Bounsweet's Survival Prospects ain't so great...they're almost an extinct specie the government there started a Safari Park just for Bounsweet and release them as Steenees!'

'Well, I want the Tsareena since its the best-looking Grass-type!' said Harry. 'If raising a Bounsweet is what it takes, I'll do it!'

'If you're sure...' Warren sweatdropped. 'I had it registered under you through Professor Juniper so its A-OK!'

'Thanks~!'