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Summary: At the end of the final battle, Harry Potter succeeded in killing Voldemort, but is left alone. Everyone is dead. Everyone. Just when he was about to give up, Harry is given a chance to relive the last seven years of his life not as The-Boy-Who-Lived, but a normal eleven-year-old wizard with a normal family. However, no matter how you look at it, Harry Potter is far from normal. His magical powers are beyond the range of humans and he retains the knowledge of his life as The-Boy-Who-Lived. Although Fate has been written, Harry wields the power to alter it. Will Harry use his powers to aid Neville Longbottom, who replaced him as The-Boy-Who-Lived, defeat Voldemort, or will Harry destroy Voldemort before the Dark Lord has a chance to ruin his life?
Warning: For new readers, the characters of this story have almost nothing to do with canon. In fact, majority of them are OOC the entire time and all they have in common with canon is perhaps the name. If you are searching for something closely related to canon, don't bother reading it. You probably would not like it. As for the grammar and English, it's nowhere near perfect. I do have betas now, but they are working on editing chapters after 16. For chapters 1 through 16, I don't have anyone betaing it at the moment so if you are the type of the person who notices the tiniest of grammar errors, you might not enjoy it very much as you will notice the errors scattered all over the place. If anyone wishes to look over these chapters for error, please either PM me or email me at stomachofholding (at) gmail.
Chapter 01 – The Only One Left
A man stood on the scorched and barren earth frozen in shock. He had deep raven black hair, dazzling emerald green eyes, a well toned medium build body and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. All that he held on his right hand was a shattered wand. Blood trickled down his arm where the wooden splinters pierced his arm, but pain from the wound hardly bothered him. Instead, he was lost in his thoughts of the events that passed in the last few moments.
"Who do you think you are, boy?" a cold voice snarled. A green jet blasted from his wand at a seventeen-year-old boy. "Do you think that just because you are named The-Boy-Who-Lived that you can defeat me? The great Lord Voldemort?"
"Yeah, I do," Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, replied with a heavy voice. He was tired and this battle was taking too many lives. Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger had fallen moments earlier, both dying as he held them in his arms. His two best friends. They were with him when it all began seven years ago on a train to Hogwarts. They were also the ones who were with him in the journey to destroy the Horcruxes of Voldemort. Seven years have they been together. Seven years. It was too short of a time.
Blades of lighting fired from Harry's left hand without much effort in Harry's part. Voldemort dodged the best he could, but there were too many. Several slammed into his body sending shocks of electricity numbing his body temporarily. It was true that Voldemort was a powerful wizard, and the most powerful after the death of Albus Dumbledore, but Harry had grown strong. Stronger than he ever imagined possible.
For Harry, he always had this power. It did not manifest on one of his birthdays like other powers. This was a power he was born with. It wasn't until after the death of Dumbledore that Harry began to master this power. With the destruction of each Horcrux, Harry became stronger. It took precise control of magic to destroy a Horcrux without damaging oneself, and the spell was one not of magic done with a wand. It was ancient magic, the same magic that allowed Harry to command the spells in his arsenal without a wand.
Harry waved his left hand before him and conjured several fireballs before blasting them at Voldemort. Harry was relentless in his attack, firing spell after spell. Breaking through Voldemort's defenses one after another. Injuring the Dark Lord time after time. Determination burned in his mind and Harry was not going to allow Voldemort to live after this day. Even if it took his own life. Not that Harry's life mattered anymore. His two best friends were dead. A Godfather. A mentor. And many--no. And too many others.
"You're a fool then!" Voldemort cried out as he fired off three more Killing Curses in the short break Harry gave him. Voldemort was never pushed into a corner before. Not even in the duels with Dumbledore. If anything, Voldemort dueled evenly with Dumbledore. However, Harry was pushing Voldemort back and was doing so with very little effort in Harry's part. It took everything just to avoid Harry's spells.
"I'm not a fool, Tom," Harry spat back coldly. He knew he was winning. Harry easily dodged the curses and lunged forward directly at Voldemort. Using his left hand, Harry missile after missiles of condensed light that ate away at Voldemort's flesh upon contact. When Harry got close enough, he raised his wand up to Voldemort's chest and screamed, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" at the same time as the Dark Lord.
Instead of a green jet blasting out of Harry's wand, an unexpected reaction occurred. His wand exploded as did Voldemort's. Harry's wand tore open a hole in Voldemort's chest and suddenly, a green ring of flames appeared around them. In one second, the flame expanded far beyond the horizon and a red flame returned. A loud sound of explosion rang a second later and by this time, Harry knew the world had been leveled.
Leveled? The man asked himself. Yes. He is Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived. He had just killed the darkest wizard of his time, but only to destroy the entire Earth in the process. He wanted to scream, but his voice would not come. He wanted to cry, but no tears would form. He wanted to collapse to the ground and hold his hands to his face, but his body would not respond. He wanted to kill himself, but his magic does not harm him. His wand was destroyed as well, and by the looks of things, so was every other wand in the world.
Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived. Now he was The-One-Who-Survived. The last human-- no; the last living being on the face of this barren planet. There wasn't even a drop of water after the blast. This battle should have taken his life, not the world! As Harry looked around, he could see nothing but emptiness for miles all around. Everything he had fought for was now gone. Everything except abstract ideas like justice, good and evil.
"Did good prevail over evil?" Harry asked aloud, but the only answer he found was silence. "I was a warrior of the light, a soldier following the codes of an ideal 'good' person. Voldemort was the leader of the dark, one who walked the path of 'evil' and wished to spread it to all the corners of the Earth. Voldemort is dead, killed by my hands. 'Evil' has been banished by 'Good'. But the cost of this victory was the world. Where is the 'justice' in it? Or did I fail? Did I help Voldemort achieve his goal by destroying him? In the end, did 'Evil' triumph over 'Good'?"
There were so many questions and not enough answers. All there was around Harry was emptiness and silence. "Nothing but charred dirt to answer my questions..." Harry grunted as he kicked angrily at the ground. It was then that Harry noticed that the ground was harder than usual. Kneeling down, Harry examined the ground beneath him and found it to be cold. Considering that the surface was just scorched clean of life, the ground felt too cold.
To instantly burn everything it touched into ash, the flame had to have been immensely hot. The temperature would be at such a degree in which approaching it would leave anything near it incinerated. Then how did I survive unscathed? Harry wondered as he looked down at himself to see no indication of burns anywhere on his body. The only wounds he had were on his right arm where splinters of what remained of his wand pierced Harry's arm.
"Why was I saved?" Harry asked aloud. "Why was I unharmed? WHY DID I NOT DIE WITH EVERYONE ELSE?"
Angry at his survival, Harry slammed his right fist into the ground. There was no pain on impact, so Harry slammed it again. Still, no pain. Again Harry punched and again until a crimson red spot of blood marked the ground and the skin covering his knuckles tore away. Still, Harry felt no pain. Nothing.
No, Harry was in pain. So much pain that physical pain had no effect upon him. His heart ached with such intensity that his nervous system went numb. His soul and spirit had shattered and Harry could do nothing to revive it. Nothing.
"Let me die…" Harry pleaded as he clawed at his right arm hoping to draw out more blood. "Let me die and burn for eternity in hell for my sins…"
But no matter how much Harry pleaded, no one answered him. All there was around him was emptiness and silence. "So, is this my punishment? To live and suffer for the rest of eternity? To never die but instead walk alone on this barren planet I destroyed? To watch every day go by while nothing changes until I become insane from solitude?" Harry demanded in a loud cry that echoed through the empty world.
"God, if you are out there, or if you even exist, I beg of you to hear my voice and my plea," Harry said calmly as he looked up into the sky. It was still blue like how it always was. There were no clouds in the sky, but the moon was there. "I know I have never believed in you before. I know I have always doubted Your existence and for that I would gladly spend an eternity in hell. So, will You grant me my selfish wish of dying such that I can enter Your fiery domain and suffer for eternity there?"
For a long while, Harry just waited in silence for a response. Any kind of response. Even a time of death would be welcomed at this moment or even a condemnation. Anything. Harry just wanted something to be there so he would know that he was not alone in the world, but the truth of the matter was that Harry was alone. Alone because of what he had done. Alone because to kill and destroy Voldemort, Harry had been willing to give everything. Harry had given into his carnal instincts and wished for Voldemort's death for any price. He wished it so much that it came true.
"Damn myself for losing myself," Harry cursed. "Damn myself for not keeping it together. But how could I? I had just witnessed Ron and Hermione's death right before my eyes. I watched as Voldemort killed them both…" And so Harry's thoughts traveled back to when his two best friends died.
Harry hit the ground as he killed Nott senior with an ice spear he conjured and shot into the man's chest. It pierced his right lung while pinning him to the wall. The spear then slowly proceeded to freeze Nott giving him a slow and painful death. "That was for Ginny," Harry spat as he looked at the now frozen Nott.
As Harry turned to move towards the center of the battlefield, a sharp pain filled his left side. Harry spun his head around to see a lizard like creature standing on two armed with a spear which pierced his left side. A kobold… Harry muttered in his thoughts as he sliced his left arm across while using his magic to form a blade of ice which decapitated the kobold easily. With one motion, Harry pulled out the spear from his side only to fall over drained of strength.
"Did you think I would let you survive so easily?" a cold voice laughed as footsteps approached from behind. "The spear tip was coded with a paralyzing poison, courtesy of the now deceased traitor, Severus Snape. You could never tell which side he was on. Or perhaps that slimy git was on his own side the entire time. Either way, he had his uses and is now lying disfigured in a tomb somewhere in another dimension or something."
"Poison?" Harry spat as he conjured his strength to stand, but it was no use. Harry could feel the poison spread quickly through his body. With his magic, Harry suppressed the spreading enough so he could sit up and maneuver himself to a meditating position. "I guess Snape's a pain in the ass even after death," Harry joked easily as he used his magic to identify the poison.
"Indeed," Voldemort agreed as he walked up to Harry. "I lost my most valuable experiment because of him. And a few good supporters. You see, Snape was in charge of creating a changeling army for me. One that could change from a human form to a draconic form and one that would obey my orders without fail. Our specimen was none other than Draco Malfoy."
"Is that why you ordered Theodore to kill him?" Harry asked, hoping the question would provide him with more time to identify then purge the poison from his body.
"I know you hope to stall time, but I will allow that," Voldemort spoke with a smile. "You will never figure out the poison. Snape designed it with that goal in mind. Now, back to my story, yes, I ordered Theodore to kill Draco. And he succeeded so I proceeded to use Draco as a lab rat for this changeling experiment. But instead of making an obedient soldier, what I received was a failed prototype that turned on me and killed several of my high ranking soldiers and destroying parts of my research."
"So Snape was a pain in both of our asses," Harry laughed. "That slimy old git was the con man of con men. But enough of the dead. Why don't you just kill me now? I'm vulnerable at the moment and I doubt you would ever get another chance like this one."
"I suppose I could kill you now. Yes, you are so very vulnerable at the moment, but that is not what I want. No, I you to suffer. So I prepared a little surprise for you," Voldemort answered with a sly smile. From behind him two ogres brought forth two prisoners Harry immediately recognized. "Yes, I thought you might recognize them. Ronald Weasley, child of a bloodtraitor and Hermione Granger, the filthy Mudblood."
"Harry, just run!" Hermione cried out as she tried to break free from her giant captor, but it was no use. She was not only diminutive compared to the ogre, but outmatched in strength as well.
"Yeah, mate. Run," Ron agreed as he was forced to his knees. "The two of us will probably die in the next few moments, but you have to live, Harry. Sorry to sound cliché in the worst of times, but you are out last and only hope."
"No!" Harry adamantly refused as he drew magic from all around to destroy the poison in his body. They would not suffer in my place! Harry cried out in his mind as he felt the effects of the poison diminish.
"Such faith and conviction coming from two who had suffered immense torture just moments earlier," Voldemort laughed as both Ron and Hermione looked away. "You looked shocked, Potter, although it's to be expected. The poison shows you only what you want to see, rather than what is really there. Let me clear your eyes to see past the clouds that the poison induced."
Suddenly, Harry felt something stir inside of his eyes as his vision blurred. When he regained focused, what he saw before him was not two prisoners in perfect health. Harry turned from one to another, shocked at what he was seeing. He wondered if his eyes were deceiving him and switched between the two trying to see something he was not, but Harry soon realized what Voldemort had stated about the poison was true.
So, Harry turned to Ron and saw a battered body wearing what remains of his torn clothes. Bruises covered his face and his right eye was swollen. Both arms were broken while the right hand was missing all his fingers. There were cuts and gashes all across his chest, but they were all mended enough to keep Ron from bleeding to death.
As for Hermione, she was wearing a torn shirt and dress and using her arms and legs to cover the parts of her body that were exposed. Blood trickled down her lips as unending tears were pouring out of her eyes. Her wrists and ankles bore burn marks indicating that she had been bound at one point. Long red lines appeared all across her body.
"You know, I had fun torturing these two," Voldemort said. "I was amazed at how much they were willing to give to save the other. And the love they have for one another in unparalleled to any other! Unfortunately, it was love that brought their downfall, as it would bring forth yours."
"What did you do to them?" Harry demanded as he now had enough strength to attempt to stand.
"Let's just say I had a bit of fun with both," Voldemort roared in laughter as Ron and Hermione looked away in deep shame. "They were willing to give just about everything to save the other. Everything except you. Why is that? Why would they not give you up when they have so much love for one another? I even offered to spare their lives if I had yours. I was even willing to go as far as to agree to an Unbreakable Vow, but they chose to save yours in exchange for theirs. What makes you so special to inspire such a deep loyalty?"
"Love. I love them both," Harry replied. "It is my ability to love them and keep their friendship that allows me to inspire such loyalty, but why should I bother explaining it to you? You who doesn't even understand the concept. You who mocks the power of such a feeble emotion."
"True, I will never understand, but what I do know is that Love is a double edged sword. These two are proof of that," Voldemort laughed as he drew a knife while walking towards Ron and Hermione.
"Yes, a double edged sword that has continually been my greatest weapons as well as my greatest weakness," Harry agreed. "But Hatred is the same as well. You should know very well how your own hatred has lead to your failings. You should know how hatred sometimes blinded you from the obvious."
"You think hatred could blind me?" Voldemort laughed in mockery.
"Yes. The best course of action is to kill me right now," Harry said as he continuously stumbled to stand, but he was not giving up. Never again would he give up. "If you don't kill me now, you will regret it later."
"Impossible," Voldemort laughed as he moved behind Hermione and pulled her close while placing the blade on her cheek.
"Run!" Hermione cried through her tears. "Run, Harry. Live to fight another day! Live to save the world! Live so you can kick Voldemort's ass seven times over!"
Suddenly, Hermione screamed in pain as a knife entered her stomach. "Silence you stupid wench!" Voldemort ordered as Hermione fell to the ground clenching her stomach. "Well, enough of this bullshit. I'm getting bored." With one motion, Voldemort turned towards Ron and stabbed him in the stomach. "Oh, did I mention that this blade is coated with venom from a Basilisk?"
No, but Harry already knew that. He knew when he first saw the blade, but refused to believe it. It was easily confirmed as Hermione was obviously dying as she lay clenching her stomach. Again, Harry refused to believe it. Ron showed the same symptoms when he was stabbed and Harry still refused to believe it. But when Voldemort confirmed it, Harry finally broke free of his own deception of himself.
"Run…" came a weak cry from Hermione as she was now lying in a pool of her own blood.
"Save the world, Harry," Ron spoke as his body was trembling. "We believe in you…"
Suddenly, Harry felt his body burn like never before. His hatred now consumed him as he stood up and looked at Voldemort with changed eyes. They were no longer the warm loving eyes of a teenager in the transition of becoming a young man. Instead, they were devoid of life like a person with one foot in the grave.
"Goodbye, Harry Potter," Voldemort sneered as he raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"
A green jet flew towards Harry, but slammed into an invisible shield of magic that Harry suddenly conjured. Then, Harry absorbed the killing curse into his scar. Immediately, Harry felt his wounds heal and the poison was now purged from his body. Again, a green jet flew at Harry, but he quickly batted the spell away with his left arm.
Voldemort's crimson eyes flew open in shock as he saw streams of blue magic swirl around Harry's left arm. Then, several streams abruptly shot out towards Voldemort and his two ogres. Immediately, Voldemort conjured a shield which blocked the streams, but the impact was so great that it lifted him into the air and sent him flying off. As for his two ogres, they were unfortunate to not have the ability to block magic. The streams shot through the ogres with ease, ripping off large pieces of flesh before it whipped back slashing the ogres into thousands of pieces.
When the ogres were dead, Harry collapsed to the ground, temporarily drained of strength. He had not used that spell for this specific reason. Although it gives Harry a great boost in offensive ability, he would be left completely vulnerable afterwards. But now was not the time to worry about his vulnerability.
"Ron! Hermione!" Harry cried out as he dashed sloppily towards his two best friends and pulling them close to him. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
"Don't be…" Hermione said with a weak voice.
"You don't… don't need to ask for our for… forgiveness," Ron told Harry with all the strength he could muster.
"We do… don't blame you…" Hermione continued.
"Forgive yourself…" Ron added as he was now out of strength.
"Live… Live for our sake." Hermione finished as she fell limp.
"Find happiness." Ron stated with a smile just before color faded from his eyes.
"You should learn to live and forgive yourself," a sudden voice spoke causing Harry to jerk up his head. "Your friends want you to do just that instead of wallowing in self-pity and depression." Harry turned to see a tan woman dressed in green. She had a radiant glow about her and walked swiftly to Harry and placed a hand on his right arm. Quickly, the splinters were extracted and the wounds healed.
"I don't want to be healed," Harry stated flatly.
"Unfortunately, the wish of your friends outweigh your own desire, Harry Potter," the woman said with a gentle and soothing voice. "They wish for you to live, as do I."
"Well, I don't," Harry answered. "So could you do me a favor and just kill me?"
"No, Harry Potter, I cannot do that. It is against my nature to harm a living being that lives on me," the woman replied to Harry's dismay.
"Live on you?" Harry questioned. "You're not making sense, lady."
"Forgive me, Harry Potter, I thought you knew. I am Ergaia, the spiritual embodiment of the planet you call Earth. And it is I who saved you from being killed," the woman responded.
"You should have saved someone else!" Harry cried out in anger. "I don't deserve to live!"
"Contrary to your belief and conviction, you are the only person living on my surface that deserves to live. The reason is, you are one of the two people who have the ability to either revive me into the flourishing planet I once was, or destroy me completely," Ergaia replied. "However, I wish for the latter for I am dying. Thus, I chose to save you in hopes that you would kill me. And maybe, just maybe you would die as well, but that is up to the Counsel to decide."
"And if I choose to save you, would I die?" Harry had to ask.
"Eventually. You would live for a while, unable to die as your power is drained from you to give life to me. When I am revitalized, I will consume your physical being as your spirit transcends to a higher plane as you become immortal. So, in a sense you do die."
"I want to die, so I'll just kill you," Harry told Ergaia coldly.
"Thank you for granting my wish, Harry Potter. If I receive the chance of being reborn, I wish to be with you and travel with you for as long as I can," Ergaia said sincerely before she faded from view.
Destroy Earth completely. Yes, that was what Harry would do. Although there was a chance he would survive, Harry knew this was the only chance he had at dying. So, Harry concentrated on pulling all the magic left in the world. Spikes began to form around him and Harry quickly moved them around the Earth. When they were large enough to exit the atmosphere, Harry plunged the spikes into the ground.
They pierced through the crust of the Earth and entered to the core of the planet and the reaction Harry prayed for occurred. The surface of the Earth began to shake and split. Harry smiled knowing he was destroying the planet he once loved. He hated the planet now. It was a reminder of what he had done. Harry disintegrated every living thing above the Earth's crust, including the bodies of his friends and family. And Harry would die along with the Earth as he should have died with his friends.
Harry also did not want the human race to ever live again. They were arrogant hypocrites who cared nothing about those around them. They worked only to satisfy their greed. They destroyed anyone in their path. As the last human alive, Harry decided it was best that his race would not be reborn through evolution. The universe does not need to be plagued by a race as destructive as humans.
Flames erupted around Harry and lava flowed from the cracks, but the Earth was being torn apart like some meteor ripped through the center. Harry took one last look into the sky and let his emotions flare one last time. Then, in one swift moment, the flames engulfed Harry burning him alive. He was finally dying. He was finally getting his wish.
Harry woke up to find himself still alive. However, Harry was no longer in the barren Earth he destroyed. He was lying on a patch of soft green grass and surrounded by tall sycamore trees with luscious green leaves. Small critters danced around playfully while searching for food. He could hear the birds singing a sweet tune that he had not heard in years. But no matter how satisfying Harry thought a world filled with life was, he still wanted to die.
Harry was guilty of committing genocide upon his own race. There was no worse act in the world Harry could think of. He deserved to be killed. And killed over and over until the pain of death numbed. He sat up from the ground and found a thick broken branch. With his magic, Harry sharpened it and tried to plunge it into his throat, but he did not have the courage.
"My, my, my. I go and put all that effort into saving your life and you repay me by killing yourself? You should be ashamed of yourself, Harry Potter." Harry spun around and found himself face to face with a giant bear. It was standing on two legs and held a walking stick in one hand. "Yes, I'm a talking bear. Ha, ha, ha. Now, let's get down to why you are here."
But before the bear could start explaining, Harry interrupted with his own questions. "Who are you? And why am I still alive? I don't deserve to live. Not after what I did."
The bear frowned at Harry wondering why the seventeen-year-old young man would have such a bleak view on his life. "I am Mikhal, Guardian of Earth. Your kind views me as a God of some sort through your stupid religions. I am that powerful, but only a judge. I do not set the laws you are to follow and what not. As for why are you still alive? It is because the higher beings are giving you a chance to live the life you dreamed. And what did you do to not deserve to live? Destroy the Earth? No. The destiny of your planet was to be destroyed regardless of who won the final battle."
Harry let out a short chuckle in disbelief. "Why me? There are far better candidates. Like Hermione Granger. Ronald Weasley. Albus Dumbledore. Sirius Black. Cedric Diggory."
"No. I'm afraid you are the best candidate. You see, Harry, unlike you, none of them lived a life as honest as yours, with the exception of Hermione. But you are the one who fought for what you believed in. All those around you fed you lies and pushed you towards a goal that was not of your choosing. But believe it or not, you chose your own path. If you had not, then you would have never gained control over the powers you have now. Powers everyone hid away from you."
Harry sunk down to the ground in defeat. He knew everything the bear said was true, but he could not bring himself to believe it. The pain and the scars ran too deeply. If only he could erase all his emotions. But Harry wanted to keep the memories. They were all that was left of his world. As much as Harry hated his world, he still cherished the memories.
"Truthfully speaking, Harry, you were chosen to be the next God of this galaxy and Guardian of Earth. This is why you were protected from the blast and the destructive energy of the exploding Earth. You were badly injured and lost the ability to receive any godlike powers, thus I was chosen to replace you. None of the higher beings actually believed you would destroy Earth. Because of your strong sense of will, one that changed the Fate of the entire universe, the higher beings have decided that you should not be selected as a God. For a God cannot change the fate of those he or she is watching over. For some odd reason, they still are giving you the option to become Guardian."
Harry looked at the bear, absorbing all the information as quickly as possible. He found it easy to do so and it did not rack his brains like studying magic at Hogwarts. Then Harry realized that inside his mind, he already had knowledge of this world beyond his own. "What becomes of me then? Am I stuck here for the rest of eternity?"
"No. As I said before, I am here to give you a chance to live the life you dreamed. Well, technically, my mother, Ergaia, gave it to you. When she died, her spirit was allowed audience with the Counsel. There, she asked to give you a chance at a fresh beginning. Although the Counsel disagreed at first, as they could see your desire to die, but my mother's and the spirits of the deceased had a greater desire for you to live. Thus, the Counsel granted their wish allowing you a fresh new start.
"But there was also the fact that you went against the will of the Universe and you destroyed the Earth and altered the fate of the universe. You were destined to revive Earth by giving your power to my mother, Ergaia, to give life to the world again, however, you granted my mothers wish allowing her to die along with her world. For that, I am grateful as well."
"You don't hate me for taking away your mother?" Harry asked in shock.
"No, for I am a part of her that was born on her death. When I look at you, I see you the way my mother saw you. For that reason, I asked the Counsel to give me permission to personally save you from death and be your guide and mentor," Mikhal answered.
"How can you forgive someone who has sinned as deeply as I?"
"Your only sin, Harry Potter, is not having the will to live when there are so many who wish for it. But that is understandable for someone who has gone through the amount of pain you have gone through. Few survive the road you had to travel and even fewer have their sanity in tact. And so far, you are the only one who has turned against destiny to destroy the world you were raised in. Also, you are the first to receive the blessings of a planet spirit for a second life.
"And so this brings me to the main focus of our first conversation. The higher beings decided reversed the flow of time to save Earth. My mother asked not to become a planetary spirit again so she gave birth to a planetary spirit. That is my sister, Tahgaia, but she is still very young so she needs our help to fill this world with life and keep it safe so that one day she will know what to do when the Universe calls her for the aid of humans. Yes, without humans, the universe cannot sustain itself in the future despite your beliefs. But they have decided you should not have to go through the suffering of being unable to save them once more. You will be given the chance to live with your family and away from the cruel fate of The-Boy-Who-Lived."
"Why?" was all Harry could ask.
The bear sighed in disappointment. "You are pretty stupid, aren't you?" Harry had no response and decided it was best to keep any insults to himself. "Well, actually humans are pretty stupid in general. I suppose I should cut you some slack as you did understand majority of it. Harry, you are born with an unbelievable gift that few were ever born with in the history of the universe. Contrary to your belief, the universe has been around for four googol years. Well, there's actually an exact number, but the damn number's is too bloody long.
"Anyways, back to your gift. You are what we call Fate-Breakers, ones who can alter the fate of the world. We are willing to let you life your life again, and taking away your rights to Godhood (as the power the Universe would bestow you would be given to my sister instead to help her grow), so you can change the outcome of this war. You have the power to ensure that The-Boy-Who-Lived of the world we will put you on will not incinerate the surface of the planet in his final battle."
Harry's mind was racing with new prospects and possibilities of what this new world may bring, but he quickly shook those thoughts aside. "I don't want to become God or Guardian anyways, so it isn't much of a loss."
"I thought you might say that," Mikhal chuckled, "but it will take some time before you can live again. First, I will need to erase your emotions freeing you from whatever baggage the battle left you with. Don't worry; you'll retain all your memories as you wished. This way your judgment won't be clouded by a previous life. Second, I will train you so you can master your powers completely. You're powers are incredibly strong, and it will do you well to be able to keep them in check when your emotions take over. Third, I will pass on all information about magic and the true history of Earth to you. And lastly, I will need to pass on memories and feelings of your new life as you will not be born with his piece of your soul."
Harry did not understand what Mikhal was talking about in the last sentence, but Harry was sure it would be explained in one of his future lessons. "How long before I can return to the world," Harry asked, trying to hide his eagerness.
"Five millennia give or take two hundred years."
Harry's jaw dropped like a stone. "Five thousand years?"
"Give or take two hundred years," Mikhal repeated. "You did not expect the knowledge is something that could be passed on in a day or two, did you?"
"Actually, I did," Harry replied honestly which gave the bear a laugh. "I though you were going to insert it into my mind or something."
"I am. But there is far too much information to insert in one day. All the information in your head was facts I place into your mind while you were recovering from your wounds."
"How long did that take?"
"Eighteen hundred years. Oh, and by years, I mean universal years which is equivalent to ten and a half Earth years. That's a ridiculous amount of time, isn't it?" Mikhal laughed as Harry nodded. "Well, get off the ground. It's time for training." Harry complied and followed the Guardian of Earth through the forest.
"Thank you," Harry said to his new guide. "Thank you for giving me a chance to redeem myself and show me how I can live again."
Author's Note: There have been quite a few reviews regarding Harry and keeping a low profile so I will say this now to keep new readers from telling me about how Harry is not keeping a low profile. He won't. I never planned for Harry to keep a low profile and there really is no point in having Harry hide away in the darkness without ever showing himself. Plus he's already famous in the world as you will soon see. The warning was only to tell Harry not to use his powers wildly to attract unwanted attention (like Voldemort and the Death Eaters that have hidden away).