Work Text:
“No,” the 19-year-old green-eyed man said definitively.
“Excuse me?” The black man with one eye asked. The green-eyed man gave the one-eyed man and his five companions an ‘Are you kidding?’ look.
“I said ‘No’. I just spent the last year and a half in a potion-induced coma with your people experimenting on me and trying to harness a power that doesn’t belong to you. And before that, I spent 17 years just trying to survive. Whether it’s my relative or my parent’s murderer or even some of the professors. Then, they took my child out of my arms just days before the final battle, shipping the child off to gods know where. And then, when I finally did the main thing everyone told me was my job to do, which I temporarily died for; what happens? They knock me out and ship me off to be experimented on. Now, I’m finding out that the two people who I thought were my friends betrayed me and those who were my actual friends are either dead or imprisoned. And you want me to risk my life again for people who would kill me if I ever became a danger? No. I’m done being someone else's weapon.”
He surged his magic, a power that has grown 10x stronger than before since the death of Tom Riddle, and blasted the magic suppressors off his wrists, his magic doubling with them completely off. Magic grew heavy in the air to the point where the non-magicals were forced to lay on the floor with the weight, the angry man unable to shift into his green alter ego due to the pressure. The green-eyed man spared a moment of surprise for two of the men in the room. A tall blond that seemed to be strong enough to only kneel on the floor and a short brunet with an electrical heart that doesn’t seem to explode with his magic. Then his attention was taken up with his magic changing, turning darker but not corrupted. It took him a moment to figure out where he had felt this type of magic before.
Limbo.
He had earned the status of Master of Death.
His magic shrouded him in black, his painfully white hospital outfit tore apart thread by threat before being replaced by a black button-up shirt, dark green vest, black slacks, dark green socks, and black dress shoes. His hair lost the wildness that he once shared with his father and his mother’s green eyes started glowing like a certain deadly curse. His lordship rings appeared on his right hand, including the ones his true friends passed onto him in their deaths. He could feel his Lady making contact with the goblins for him, one less thing for him to worry about.
With Death’s magic settling into his very being, the Master of Death could suddenly receive information on a person from their very souls. He looked at the other people in the large conference room. Nicholas Joseph Fury. Anthony Edward Stark. Steven Grant Rogers. Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Clinton Francis Barton - Father of 2 with another on the way. Robert Bruce Banner.
The Master turned from them, his magic thick in the air still, and summoned his Patronus, only slightly surprised to see it was no longer his father’s animagus form. He was more surprised that the Patronus was no longer a silvery blue, the death in his magic changing its color to a swirl of black, green, and purple. The dark thestral bowed to its owner after determining that there was no danger. The Master decided that with a new form for his Patronus, a new name is needed.
“Luna,” the master whispered. “I need you to give a message to the Magical British Community.” The thestral bowed its head in acceptance of both the order and new name. “Britain’s Magical Community. I am Harold Jameson Potter. You used me and then threw me out like yesterday’s garbage.”
Seven figures in black cloaks fazed onto the mortal plane surrounding the Master. He didn’t worry because he could sense that these figures were his personal Grimm Reapers. Instinctually knowing that personal Grimms acted more like bodyguards, advisors, and assistants.
“I will make this message easy for you to understand. I’m free. Free from your imagined images of me. Free from your expectations. Free from your perceived obligations. I’m no longer your or anyone else’s weapon. You’ve lost my trust for good. Don’t bother coming to find me because I’ll make sure you don’t ever return. And when another dark lord or other enemy turns up, don’t bother coming to me. You can go clean up your own mess this time.
“And know this, I am returning for what is mine. The child that you took from my arms just days before the Battle of Hogwarts.” One of his Grimms tensed, proving to Harry who one of his Grimms was, his lover. The man who protected him for years. Their relationship didn’t start out well, but they grew close before he had to hunt down the Horcruxes and they spent several nights together when Harry needed to get away from Hermione and Ron.
The master waved his Patronus off before turning to his Grimms, waiting for them to lower their hoods. His expression softened, seeing his true friends and family. Those who died but chose to stay by his side. Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape-Prince, Luna Lovegood, Fred and George Weasley, and Draco Malfoy. Death had warned him that only those who died after he was of age would have the choice to become his Grimms. And with the Triwizard Tournament, well… Harry was of age much sooner than anyone anticipated. And no one told him.
“Master,” the seven said together, bowing.
“My family and friends,” the Master greeted with a smile. “There is no need for you to bow.” Harry then turned to the living. “Farewell, Avengers, Director.” Harry then turned back to his Grimms and gave them a location to meet him, the clearing where he allowed Voldemort to kill him, before apparating there.
Harry relaxed his stance once he landed and breathed in his freedom. His Grimms soon followed and he was set upon by hugs, Lily and James being the first of many and Severus and Draco being the last.
“It’s good to see you all,” Harry said, sadness still in his voice. “We have a lot to do before we can fully relax. First, I need to find my son. Remus, Sirius? Can you get me a location and status, please? Stay hidden unless necessary.” Remus and Sirius nodded before leaving the physical plane. “Once I get my son, I thought we’d get to Gringotts to see what’s available to me before looking for a place for us to stay. Maybe Africa, somewhere both the British Magicals and American Non-Magical might have a hard time finding us.”
“We’ll start looking at houses and lands,” Luna said.
“I also plan to get our friends out of Azkaban. I need guard schedules and rotations,” Harry informed. Draco nodded before phasing out, leaving only Severus and Harry together.
“We’re going to spy,” Fred started.
“On our so-called family,” George continued.
“And maybe haunt them,” Fred.
“Punish them,” George.
“For what they did to you,” the twins finished together before disappearing to do just that.
“We have a son?” Severus asked softly.
“Yes. I could already tell he’s going to have your height, Sev,” Harry said, a smile on his face. With his Grimms being turned into beings in between Life and Death, different from inferi, they would be able to interact with the living and the dead, even make themselves look like ordinary humans. They also gained stronger magic, allowing them to do wandless magic if needed. Severus would be able to have an active role in their son’s life. “You know, we still need to come up with a name for him. I was thinking Candidum Severus.”
“Candidum? You want to name our son Lily?” Severus questioned, amused. “How about Marcellus or Ambrose for a unique name?”
“Ambrose? I like that. Ambrose Severus Potter-Prince?” Harry smiled up to Severus before falling into his arms for a hug, neither man wanting to let go.
“Sorry to interrupt, but we need to go, now,” Remus said as he appeared, a growl in his throat and his eyes glowing gold.
“Remus?” Harry asked, only raising his head to look at his pseudo-godfather.
“The fuckers stuck the kid with the Dursleys. Your cousin grew some common sense as is trying to protect the kid from his parents but he can only do so much without making it worse,” Remus explained. The twins then showed up, still laughing at whatever they did to their family and a bag in hand. Harry raised an eyebrow at them.
“We scared them so good,” Fred started.
“Peeves would’ve given,” George continued.
“Us an award,” they finished together.
“We also took,” Fred.
“Most of our things,” George.
“As well as a few other things.” Fred and George pulled something out of their bag and it took Harry a moment to realize what it was.
“Is that the tent we used for the World Cup?” Harry asked, getting pleased grins from the twins. “Nice work.”
“Harry, we need to break our friends out of Azkaban as soon as we can,” Draco said, joining the group. “I may have only been over a year of imprisonment, but the conditions of the prison have decreased since Sirius’ time. Neville’s also getting the worst of it, trying to protect the others.”
“How many of our friends are in Azkaban?” Harry asked, finally pulling away from Severus.
“Neville, Theo, Blaise, Millicent, the Patil twins, Susan, Hannah, and the Creevey brothers,” Draco reported. “With our new abilities, the Dementors won’t come near us and we can easily knock out the dozen or so guards there before anyone realizes.”
“Okay. Fred, George, we’re going to use the tent to house everyone until we have a proper house. Until then, I need you two, Draco, and Remus to get our friends out. Remus, where’s Sirius?”
“Don’t worry, dying and becoming a Grimm Reaper helped Siri’s mental health. He’s keeping an eye on the kid and Dudley until you get there,” Remus informed.
“Okay,” Harry said, nodding. “Severus and I will go get our son and see if Dudley would want to join us, maybe be our Muggle liaison. We’ll head to Gringotts directly after to see what we have available.” The four nodded and left just as Luna reappeared.
“I found a nice clearing in Africa near a hidden country. We should be able to create a wizarding space there that can be hidden just outside of the country’s barrier.”
“Good work, Luna,” Harry said. “Would you like to come with us to get our son?”
“Of course.” Luna disappeared and Severus held out an arm for Harry. With a smile, Harry took the arm and they disappeared from the clearing.