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He hadn't planned this.
Hadrian Potter-Black walked just outside of the 'Avengers' tower.
He did not plan this!
For the thousandth time in the past seven years, Harry cursed Death. Fucking asshole They were.
He was in the same universe, many many years away. With different parents, different looks, and a faster, more intellectually inclined brain.
He had few memories left of his old life. He remembered pain, remembered being the 'Boy-Who-Lived', remembered his lying, cheating wife though those memories were very faint.
He remembered Sirius, though not how he died, and he remembered Voldemort and Tom Riddle but not how they were connected. He remembered Magic and his vault, and a free elf named Dobby though he couldn't remember meeting him. All in all, the thoughts were bittersweet yet he tried not to live through any of them as everything was fuzzy, covered in new memories.
Memories of his foster families, of his best friend Theo. Of his first private school in Manhattan, and Robotics. Making his first AI in kindergarten and taking apart mini ovens, Toasters, coffee makers, and even a Telly once.
Finding out, through a bloody goblin, that he was blood adopted about twenty years before he was even born and was the Lord of two Magical houses.
A lot had happened since he was found on that street in England back when he was just five and unaware of all the changes. When he hadn't quite understood. And damn, nothing was the same for him.
Death hadn't even had the nerve to call on him since that night, and he was wondering if They were just a hallucination or an imaginary friend he'd created to cope. Did Death send him back, or did something go wrong?
Harry sighed, frustrated and glaring at the doors of the building.
It was now or never.