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Harry stares at the clear night sky, the stars sparkling and glittering in the darkness almost in a way to comfort the boy. His blood continues to slowly trickle out of the multiple holes that litter Harry’s body: who would dare to cause such harm and pain; By none other than those he had called Professors, Friends and Family.
For they too believed the lies that Harry will become the next Dark Lord and demanded his execution, the betrayal dug even deeper as it was discovered that his Friends Ron, Hermione and his ex-lover Ginny were only being paid to be his friends and were only ever after his fortune, (thank merlin he sealed every single one of his vaults before they could get into them). Witnessing Molly, the women that he viewed as a mother-figure, murder Arthur, George, Charlie, Percy and Bill before his very eyes; to prevent them from helping him, revealing she had never loved him or her ‘family’, only wanting the social status and money the Potter family had for generations that the sham marriage she had set for him and Ginny will give her.
Spending two years on the constant run avoiding every single city, town and village in a fallacious hope to lose the wixen hunters that continue to hunt him down. Only to be found by the very people he wished to never lay eyes on: Ron, Hermione and Ginny. The three instantly attacked him; spells and curses cutting, slicing, bruising and breaking his entire body before collapsing in a pain-filled heap.
His ex-best friends towering over him with malicious grins before Ginny pulled out a jewel-encrusted dagger and stabbed directly into his chest, at this point Harry could only feel the cold metal seeping deeper into his body, ears ringing but he could just make the words:
“Should’ve come quietly and gave everything to us Mate and JUST maybe you could’ve died less painfully. But now you can suffer like everyone else in your pathetic family.”
Those words continue to ring in his head even after the three left, leaving his dying body behind. Harry’s emotions pouring to the forefront of his mind despite the pain: the sadness, the loneliness, the grief; Maybe they were right, no one ever came to help me, my parents, my godfather Sirius, my honorary uncle Remus, the Weasleys (Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George), everyone that I ever cared for or who ever cared for me died. To be used as a pawn for a senile old man who wanted more power and a snake-faced creep who only wanted to kill in a F*cked up, pointless War.
No one ever pitied or helped, always forcing expectations, bullying and belittling me for every little thing that happens in the backwards, 16th century Magical community that lies in the country of the United Kingdom.
Maybe, Just Maybe it was right for me to die.
As Harry draws in his final breath, he learnt that day, in his final moment, to NEVER Trust anyone ever again.
In an unknown location
“HOW DARE THEY!!! Those wretched, vile humans, how dare they use him as a weapon and then kill him!?! Why, just why did I ever give them my blessing of magic” The voice belonged to a beautiful young woman with golden blonde hair that flowed in a non-existent wind, a gorgeous red greek dress covering her body. This was none-other than Hecate, The Goddess of Magic.
“Magic please calm down” Soothed a metallic voice that is held by Primus, God of order and Cybertron, the large metal being with a body shape similar to a young male human but instead of flesh; was metal, with large metal angelic wings coming out of his back
“NO! I will Not calm down! How dare they do that to him!” Hecate screaming out her rage, in usual cases the magic goddess is calm and collected, and will listen to others but today that calm personality was anything but; All because of those foolish, disgusting humans with the magic she had given them had done.
‘That poor boy, to lose everything and everyone he held so dear and at such a young age too’ Primus thought, while still trying to pacify the raging goddess. He knew that Hecate loved that boy from the moment he was born, trying so hard to protect and save the boy from the world, while the child held no hatred, no greed and had the purest soul that so many do not have in her world. Even after years of torture, pain and suffering, Harry Potter managed to stay pure.
“Hecate, Please calm down, I may have figured out a way to save him” Primus’ plea immediately ceased Hecate’s raged induced pacing as she turned to the alien god, “How?” Hecate spoke, barely above a whisper but the undertone of a threat was there.
“Hecate I wish to send Harry to the Cybertronians, more specifically the autobots, that way he’ll be raised in a protective and safe environment and he will be able to help end the civil war” Primus explained silently hoping Hecate will agree.
“No Primus, I want Harry away from any kind of war and besides your world is at war as well how do you hope to help Harry when your creations are destroying each other” Lady Magic explained, speaking her worries but she knew Primus had a somewhat good idea until a voice appeared behind the two entities.
“I do hope you guys figured something out because Hecate, you forget that Harry became the Master of Death back when he defeated Voldemort meaning he can’t necessarily die anymore, so he will come back. Although Primus’ idea is good”
Behind the two, stood a shadowy figure with a pitch black cloak with the hood up obscuring the figure’s face and all his body, his aura felt cold and endless though two glowing eyes can be seen from under the hood shining the deepest red.
“Death, are you sure Harry has to be immortal? The disgraceful wixens will continue to hunt him down over and over again if they discover that Harry is now essentially immortal and will very likely use him for their own disgusting purposes. And I very much doubt he will wish to live anyway; Everyone and everything he ever loved was taken from or betrayed him” Hecate again spoke her concerns to the God of Death with Primus now in between the two beings.
“I fully understand your concerns and am fully aware of the risks of sending Harry back. But I was thinking more on the lines of sending Harry back in time to an appropriate time frame where the autobots can find him and raise him just Like Primus’ plan however the prophecy will once again be in affect so he will have to return to the wizarding world but-”
“But Harry will have been raised by the Autobots thus allowing him to be more independent and self-aware enough not to fall to Dumbledore’s manipulations and be free of his control. But I will wish to make him a Cybertronian at some point to aid in the civil war effort since sparklings are still highly valued and treasured by both factions.” Primus interrupted, catching onto Death's plan, Hecate was shocked and surprised that Death had thought so much into this, ‘Has he been planning this for awhile?’ she couldn’t help but thought.
After a long string of silence, Hecate released a long sigh having thought over the idea/plan; it was a brilliant plan and it will help both their and Primus’ worlds, saving both from destruction. “Very well. We’ll do it but I wish to remove his memories until it's time for Harry to need them again.” Hecate announced, Primus looked giddy and happy at the prospect that he could save his creations and Death looked…. Relieved knowing that his master will have the love and care he desired.
The three beings disappeared with a flash of light, quickly reappearing standing around Harry’s now pale, dead body, Hecate quietly and gracefully kneeled beside the young man softly caressing the boy’s cheek before gently removing the dagger that Ginny had left in him. “Are we ready?” Death whispered trying to control his anger over the state of his master’s body, Primus and Hecate silently nodded their heads before all three stood in a circle raising their arms and started enchanting spells in their respective languages.
Suddenly three different kind of ancient magic circles with runes unknown to all, circle the boy’s body glowing various colours: wounds started healing reabsorbing the spilt blood, bruises fade back into the natural skin, years old scars vanishing before their very eyes/optics.
Slowly every little signs of Harry’s life history recede into nothing leaving behind a very much more healthy 19 year old male but the changes don’t stop there, faintly to the eyes of the surrounding gods, neon green lines grew over the boy’s body and markings that only cybertronians bore showing Primus’ hope for the boy to become a cybertronian; upon Harry’s right hand the sign of the deathly hallows (Peverell Family insignia) for all to witness that Harry is now and forever will be Master of Death. And finally despite not having a unique sigil Lady hecate placed on Harry’s right arm special runes and markings that should protect the boy from any harm and represent her and the gift of magic.
Soon after the ritual, Harry unknowingly engulfed fresh air back into his lungs, revitalising his return to the mortal world, the three gods continued to stand around him and watch his chest rise and fall with every new breath. Lady Hecate gently kneeled down and softly stroked Harry’s hair before whispering into his ear;
“I’m so sorry for everything that has happened little one, but I promise that this time you will have the happiness you always wanted, we’ll make sure of it!”
Without stopping Death, Primus and Hecate activated a spell that has been lost since the beginning of time; a Time Portal. In an instant the surrounding environment got bathed in the brightest flash of light before it vanished as if it never happened and the body of Harry Potter Vanished.
All that remained at the location was the blood stained dagger.