Chapter 19

Chapter 19– A Family Reunion Pt.1

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11th August, 2007,

Hogwart's Medical ward,

Harry Potter sat on the bed of a medical ward, quietly observing the next couple to walk inside the room.

Both were wizards, Harry knew this without using his skill. Why? Because both wore the same out-of-fashion robes the previous two wore.

The man stood tall and lanky, just under 6 feet. There were some age lines on his otherwise young face, and a unique haunted look in his eyes similar to what war veterans usually sported. Dark raven hair made a goose nest above his head, just as messy as Harry's probably were without two days of proper care, and a pair of square spectacles sat on his nose loosely.

The woman, on the other hand, was very pretty. One of the most beautiful women he'd seen in a long while. Her stunningly pretty face was crowned by red hairs, more vibrant than Natasha's, that flowed freely down her slender shoulders like hot lava. Even the small hesitant smile she wore when entering the room lit up the room with her beauty.

The main features though, has to be her eyes. The pair of Emerald green eyes, quite similar to his own, stared around the room with a crazed intensity, frantically searching until they finally rested on him.

Then, as if a damn burst open, she started sprinting towards him with a loud sob. "Oh, Harry!"

Instantly he was out of bed, a blue Wandless shield forming to protect him from the crazy lady as all thoughts of her stunning beauty left his mind.

"Lily!"

The woman bounced off of his shield, and would've fallen on her butt had the man not waved his wand, suspending her mid-air.

The woman, Lily, didn't seem to care. She just righted herself and stuck her face right back against the shield, her eyes drinking him in with urgent need.

"Harry!" She whispered desperately. "Baby, it's me. Your mother."

Tears were starting to form at the corner of her eyes, and he felt a sting of discomfort. To be at the opposite side of a gaze filled with such extreme longing and pain was slightly unnerving.

"Look lady, I don't know you." He stated with hesitance as the other man came to stand behind her. "You are supposed to be my parents, but I'd always thought of you as dead till now. So how about you calm down and we can talk like civilised people, yes?"

The woman didn't even hesitate as she quickly wiped away her tears, nodding frantically. The man behind her clutched her comfortingly.

"It's fine, Lily." The man whispered, rubbing her shoulders. "He's here now. We'll all be together soon. But you need to control yourself, alright? For Harry's sake."

As the male comforted the female, slowly whispering in her ears, Harry frowned. Something was not right with the woman. Through this all, she had yet to take her eyes off of him. He had seen the look in many a crack addicts, staring at the drugs like it was their salvation.

She looked at him like he was her drug, the solution to all her questions in this dark world.

His eyes scanned both of them carefully, observing their status and looking for any indication of their threat level.

Lily Potter

Age: 31

Level: 65

Reputation: Exalted

Affection: 92

His eyebrows shot up at the last two pieces of info.

'It must be the new Gamer functions.' He concluded. Affection and reputation...his system had just given him a late birthday gift it seems.

A lot of his suspicions were quickly diminished through just a look at their status. If what his system said was true, and Harry trusted it enough to believe it did, then the woman held him to an exalted reputation. A status that was most likely at the peak of reputation bar.

After a moment or two, the woman seemed to calm down a lot. It was quite similar to that greasy-haired wizard, who was able to achieve supreme calmness after just a moment of concentration.

And if that man wasn't with Hydra, then he either went through mental rehabilitation of another organization...or he was using magic. The later was the most likely case when taken into consideration his new mother also seemed to know that skill.

Though her's was visibly less perfect than his. Harry could still see the desperation and want hidden beneath the calm curtain.

While the woman was able to form a calm exterior, the male was starting to fidget under his gaze.

"So..ahh...h-hey, Son." The man started akwardly, only to get elbowed by his wife.

"What he means is..." She started, taking charge, but quickly quietened when his eyes shifted to her. "That is..."

She seemed to forget what she was going to say as the two pairs of similar green eyes stared into each other.

Harry was...confused. Were they nervous? He could understand if the woman was going through some mental recovery, but even the male acted so...uncertain.

That was such a non-adult-like behaviour. Or perhaps his perception of adulthood was skewed by his wish to grow up.

He sighed. It looks like he will have to take the lead, cause the two seemed content to just devourer him through their eyes, unable to believe the reality.

"Please, take a seat." He said, waving at the bed at his side as he himself retook his position. "And my apologies for almost Killing you."

The two broke eye-contact, coming back to themselves. With small hesitant smiles, his supposed parents sat down across from him.

"Oh, don't worry about yesterday at all!" The man enthused. "We attacked you first, so..."

Harry nodded.

He didn't regret attacking him of course. It was simply a polite courtesy.

Harry opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by the woman.

"I'm sorry." She blurted out, her semblance of calmness slowly but surely eroding as her eyes filled up with tears again. "I'm so so sorry for what you went through, Love. It is m-my fault. I should've never... I would've never imagined my baby... I just.."

"Alright, enough." Harry ordered, her stuttering making him irritated. He ignored the confusing warmth that tweaked in his chest at the word 'Love'. "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about. Explain yourselves before you give out apologies. Better yet, start with introductions."

"I'm sorry." She apologized again, making him grimace. "I mean...my name is Lily. I'm... I'm your mother, Harry."

She leaned closer to him, her hand 'sneakily' trying to get ahold of his arm.

"And I'm James. Your father." The man cut in with a roguish smile.

"I see." Harry stated, smacking away the offending hand. "So you're my new... family."

Family...such a foreign word for him. Even when he was on the verge of being broken by Hydra, he never wished for a family.

Revenge on Dursleys? Yeah sure, gladly. Torture Hydra agents till their minds break? A right wet dream that was. But family? Never. He never once dreamed of it. He hated the Dursleys too much to even consider the thought of a 'good' family.

And now here they were.

The family part seemed to appease his mother atleast, because she quickly broke out in a wide smile.

'Beautiful.'

He frowned again, pushing away the unbidden thought.

"Now explain to me," He started again, his eyes locking on the two. "Why you wished to apologize."

The woman turned to her husband, exchanging silent looks, before taking a deep breath and turning to him again.

"I was talking about...about that cupboard under those stairs." She almost spat out the words. "What those horrible people did to you. It was...it was my fault. Oh honey, I'm so so sorry. I should never have trusted Dumbledore. I should've known the senile old fool will mess up. Petunia...that horrible woman, she was my sister...she should've been better."

"Really?" He asked, genuinely surprised. Petunia Dursley did not look anywhere close to the redhead beauty sitting in front of him. "That ugly horse was your sister?"

The man snorted, then snorted again...before finally breaking down in laughter.

"Oh, aptly put my son." He wheezed out.

Lily on the other hand, looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"What?" He tilted his head. "Are you upset I called her that?"

"N-No! Of course not." She replied hurriedly, taking this chance to finally grab his hand and clutch it tightly into her chest.

A very very bountiful chest.

'Uhh, shut up horny brain.'

"Good." He continued. "Because she had some really colourful words for you two. Until a few minutes ago, I believed my father was a jobless bum and my mother, a prostitute. And they both died in a car crash."

Both of them grimaced, though James looked like he wanted to hit something.

Harry kept going. "I'm sure the Minister's already informed you, but I haven't been living in this country for a long time. Originally, I'd come here to...dish out some well-deserved justice on the Dursleys. Which is...to kill them. I hope you aren't upset about that."

Harry observed the two closely, looking for any indication about their thoughts on killing.

It was easy to conclude that these two would want to take him to their home.

While Harry itched to use his own cash and make his own way in this world, he also knew the advantages a magical house could provide. Not only would he be able to learn more about magic, he could also see about this Hoggy Warty Hogwarts quest, and how to complete it.

But that doesn't mean he'll ever live with some queasy civilians who thought of him as a monster if the info about his life came out.

And it will, he had no doubts. Sooner or later, it will. Too many people knew about his existence to hide the truth. Mystique Soldier was quite a famous assassin afterall. Or infamous, depending on the person.

He expected the two to show some horror...or maybe even disgust.

But instead, they took it as if it was a completely expected piece of news. The only reaction came from the woman, who decided to cash in on the opportunity and finally get close enough to put her hands around him fully.

"I would never be upset with you, honey." She hugged him tightly, and he didn't know if he should give into his instincts and cut her head off, or give into his hormonal reaction and cope a feel of those massive knockers slapping him on his face.

So he just stayed rooted in his seat, wary and aroused, letting the woman hug him tightly while enjoying the soft squishy flesh pressing against his mouth.

"You can call her whatever you want." She whispered. "You can do whatever you want, and I'll always love you. Dumbledore did say something about you having killed before...I just want you to know that I don't care. I don't care if you slaughter the entire country, you'll always be my baby boy."

That was... surprising. And very much unexpected. Though, how did the minister know he'd killed before?

Whatever the case, this makes everything much more easier.

"Just so you know Harry, Petunia was lying." James cut in, stating the obvious. "That stupid bitch was probably jeal–"

"James!" Lily cut him off. "Don't curse in front of him."

Harry turned to her confused, still hidden under her breasts. "You're fine with me killing, but a few words cause you problem?"

She ignored his words, tightening her hold around him. "I'm so glad you're back with us, my darling boy. It must've been horrible for you. We suspected you were taken in by death-eaters and tried to search throughout the entire continent with no luck. Should've known you'd be in a whole different continent. But now you are here and I promise you we will do everything in our power to give you a life you deserve. Just... forgive us. Please."

He focused his mind, not wanting to be distracted by those two globes of natural goodness that the woman was once again thrusting in his face. Though they were quite worthy of being distracted for.

Life, Harry was realising, had its own type of fairness. A type of fairness that loved to screw with people's expectations. There he'd been, merely a couple of days ago, thinking he'd finally hit the curb. Instead, life turned around and gave him a massive opportunity.

Now he had a pair of wizards loyal to him, guaranteed by his own system, and one of them was most likely willing to do anything he commanded her of. Not only could he now complete the next story quest, he could also grow insanely strong in a short amount of time.

Without Hydra's supervision, Harry was free to explore and learn any magic that he wished for, and now he was given a free ticket to the source.

Before all of this however, he needed information. Ignorance can no longer be tolerated. Only after he was sure he knew everything about this country, would he truly trust it enough to proceed with his plans.

"I have a few questions for you, miss Lily." He said, after a few moments of silence. "Should you answer them to my satisfaction, I will gladly forgive you."

Lily glanced at her husband, seemingly having a silent conversation, not unlike Snape and Dumbledore now that he thought about it...it made him wonder if those two were couple too? Perhaps.

He knew about gays and lesbians, so it wasn't far fetched that the same would be present in wizards as well. But the age discrepancy between them was quite mile...but then, who was he to judge? Especially after he's been perving upon a woman two decades older than him. He had no right to judge.

So Snape and Dumbledore may be couples. The info was useless but he will keep it in mind for...future blackmail or manipulation.

"Of course, Harry." The woman replied, bringing back his focus. "You can ask us anything."

And thus, the Potter couple spent the next hour quenching Harry's curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

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11th August, 2007

Unknown, USA

Voldemort looked in the mirror, staring at his perfect looks in appreciation.

He loathed to admit it, but these American skin healers were quite talented. He was completely unrecognizable from his previous reptilian structure.

He shouldn't have to care of course. He expected any being on this world to bow down in submission, regardless of what he may look. But he knew the importance of charisma. To gather an army, you must look the part of a leader first. And in time, they shall fall in line and grovel at his feet. He should know, his death-eaters were prime examples.

Then again, he shouldn't have to gather an army either. The power he possessed...what being could truly hope to contend with him? No one. No one...except for Dumbledore. Voldemort did not fear that old man of course, contrary to what so many people in that blasted backwater country may believe. No, he was simply cautious of the Old one's bag of tricks.

...And his ability to lead. Which was exactly why he needed an army.

7 years...7 years he'd spent recovering from those horrible wounds he received that accursed night. 7 years, he'd roamed these lands, waiting for the only mortal part of his being to heal fully; his body.

The Horcruxes had done their job, giving a successful result in his path to immortality. Even a killing curse as powerful as his own couldn't kill him now.

Of course, he would know that too. He did eat his own killing curse to the face afterall. Somehow that pathetic tiny creature had made his power rebound to himself. The injuries that he'd received that day...7 years it took to recover. Then again, was it any surprise? He truly was the most powerful being in existence. That it only took him mere half a dozen years was a testament to his own talent and genius, venturing so deep in the path of immortality.

But Dumbledore...that old willy bastard hasn't been idle. To take the position of minister, after so many refusals...Yes, the old man has been preparing for war. And Voldemort had done nothing. Because he could do nothing. And now he cannot even return to England publicly. Too risky.

So, for the last three years, he'd tried to expand his power elsewhere. With...not quite the level of success as he would've liked. Then again, no one liked to follow a horrendous looking serpent. Oh yes, lord Voldemort understood how a mortal's mind works. Not that they lived long enough to say that a second time of course.

But now, finally restored to full, he could push his expansion to another level.

It was only a matter of time. Just a mere few years, and he will proudly knock upon the English doors.

But first, a meeting with his beloved death eaters will need to be had. Afterall, he cannot let Dumbledore grow even more powerful now, can he?

No, his death eaters had a job. And lord Voldemort expected it to be done.