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Harry thought this will be a peaceful moment for him.
A break from his duties as both a Father and the Youngest Clover knight.
A break is good... No duties as a father.
And no memories of them.
ah, he's terrified at remember the moment they died sacrificing their life, but also angry at Him who only cared about his golds and kingdom not to be broken by the war.
Harry was 8, he had been kicked out from number 4 pivet drive.
He was 9, when he's ordered to survive, to run away from the Orphanage, to run to the white kingdom.
Olvia, he thought.
At the age of 10, a year before he discovered he's a wizard.
He's officially a knight, a Clover nevertheless, with Azrealon as the Ace.
He's proud with it.
Near the age of 11, the war with Herobrine broke out.
And he lost his friends, his parent figures, Liyu and Saryu sacrifice themselves.
2 weeks, 2 WEEKS just after Liyu give birth to Marvel, both her and Saryu's son.
And now Harry— or Genah, found 2 other babies in ruins, the aftermath of the Reborn really make a huge impact.
Parents dead, knights dead, children died.
Some infants too.. Oh gods.
And now here he is.
Now he's 13.
The father of Peppey, Samsul and Marvel, at the Spadia island(an Island Azrealon built for them for whereabouts).
But when the Great Hall's door opens, Harry felt his heart drop to his ankle(ts a common joke guys, pls).
The triplets(not really, just not blood releated) and Azrealon are there.
"Papa!." Peppey yelped as he and Samsul ran to Harry.
Harry close his eyes and opens his arms, letting the 2 hug him.
Ah, casual 3 year olds behavior.
Marvel are there, his emerald eyes caught in cautions as he finally ran to Harry too.
Ron and Hermione's jaw dropped to the floor.
Neville looked like he can pass out anything because of this.
And Malfoy?, he's stunned.
Potter have children.
At the age of 13.
"OH GODS, I'M NOT SIGNING MYSELF FOR ANOTHER HEADACHES!."