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He should have known. Harry usually listened to his gut. Why didn’t he now? The wizards of Great Britain all knew the story of Harry potter. Well, the one Dumbledore told. Of course, there were things even Dumbledore didn't know. And things Harry had wished he had known earlier, but alas the old fool wanted to keep him ignorant, breed and ready to die like a pig to be bacon.
Harry walked along the overwhelmingly white kings across his mind trying to remember how he got here. He saw a man he didn’t recognize. His face was pure blood. He had high cheeks and sickly pale skin. He looks at Harry, the breath catching in his throat. He looks like Sirius.
The boy's eyes were a more blue colour than Sirius’s grey but the resemblance was still boggling.
“Ah,” he said, his voice more monotone than Sirius’s but graver as well. “You must be the new master, yes?” he asked, waving a hand casually like Harry knew everything. “I believe so?'' Harry answered tentatively wanting to ask so much but figured it was better just to play along. “Well James should be along soon in the meantime the names Regulus i’m the fairy man” Harry's mind screeched to a halt at both names. “What,” he mumbled, his eyes widening. “Aah, so you don’t know the entire plot.” The newly named Regulus sighed, rolling his eyes. “Trust the potter line to not fully explain the family heritage.”
Regulus gestured for Harry to walk with him. Harry didn’t hesitate as he would have expected. Some part of his mind whispered you're already dead, why not? As they walked the train station started to grow trees and one tree became four, and four became sixteen. They were surrounded by a familiar forest. The one Harry had walked into to face Voldemort.
He could see all the death eaters gathered still. Lady Malfoy examined his body. “James and I have a proposition for you,,” regulus said, tearing his eyes away from his favourite cousin.
“Yes?” Harry asked skeptically but also eager to hear. He waited with bated breath.
“We…” he paused. “ We believe that you should have a second chance,” he said, finally looking at harry. “But” he started again, staying silent as if searching for the train of thought or maybe even the words to explain.
“But?” Harry prompted his mind racing. What does he mean by second chance? Regulus seemed to hesitate till he finally sighed out
“We don’t want to send you back to the war it's going to be earlier.” he rubbed his eyes tiredly. “It's going to be a time of your choosing” he raised his hand silencing Harry's words before he opened his mouth. “But there is a precaution.” he turned, gesturing to the spot Harry was standing in. “you have to pick up in that timeline from that exact spot.”
Harry watched in amazement as three versions seemed to fold out of Regulus's hand.
“There are three timelines excluding this hellish year, “ he said looking from the 17-year-old to the 11-year-old boy swinging a big lantern and walking side by side with Malfoy and a large dog he recognizes as fang. To the left of the said boy was a slightly older boy Harry about 2nd year walking with a Weasley. Ron if he recalls. The third and final timeline was the oldest of the three. Harry walks under an invisibility cloak. James cloaks his mind and supplies he looks to be following hagrid. in the 4th year he hears James whisper.
Harry knew precisely what year he wanted to do over. “4th year,” he says, stepping into the cloak of the 14-year-old version of him.
“Alright, there is another part to this as well,” regulus comments, turning away from Harry now.
Harry goes to reply when a new voice he had only recently learned was his father's voice “there's another person thats coming with you.”
“Can I choose who?” harry asks looking at the man who sired him
“Nope that's entirely up to reg but they will be in the same year that you are jumping to” the dad replies nonchalantly waving his hand vaguely in regulus’ direction
“ a good way to tell is that they will be marked as you will be with the deathly hallows” regulus pipes up from behind harry.
“Deathly hallows?” Harry asked his mind searching for the familiarity of the name.
“Yes deathly hallows,” regulus said, stepping towards harry.”its this mark that you will see” he holds out his left arm. On the same spot where the dark mark would be, Harry sees a dark red outline of a triangle with a dark bluish stone- the same one, he was holding just minutes ago- With a long slender wand with bumps through it. On the handle of the wand, a ring sat a similar ring adorning regulus’ finger as well.
“What's the ring?” harry asked looking
“Oh that means he's the faerie man whereas mine,” James said, pulling up his sleeve and showing the same mark but no ring. Instead, a rope was tied around the wand with a deer antler hanging from the twine. James reached his right hand into his dark red shirt and pulled out a twine necklace with a realistic deer antler charm. “The marks are customised based on the person and his destand. “
“His Destand?” Harry asked , breaking from the mark.
“Destined means who's to be your fiery man.” Regulus supplied before James could even open his mouth. “You two are going to be the only ones able to see the mark unless you make a blood pact or a magic pact with someone”
“Blood pact? Magic pact?” Harry said, his eyes going wide. Does that mean Voldemort will see them?
“A Blood pact is a willing pact made to share blood” James cut into Harry's thoughts “A magic pact is stronger it's where lady magic recognizes you as a family member for say bloodline curses”
“For example say you and weasley made a magic pact,” regulus stepped forward explaining further “And the weasley line has a bloodline curse it could effect you or your kids if you have any even if you don’t have them with a weasley”
“Got it,” harry said nodding seriously at Regulus. He turned to his dad. “Well, I think I'm going to head out, “he paused. “Dad,” he said the word foreign " on his tongue when addressing someone.