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Title:<\/strong> Lost Identity <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Harry fell.<\/p>\n He fell through time and space.<\/p>\n He was broken.<\/p>\n Blood, bone, and self broke.<\/p>\n His very skin was shed as he fell.<\/p>\n All that remained was the ripened and distilled essence that was \u2018Harry\u2019<\/p>\n He was shattered and reborn.<\/p>\n Death and rebirth. Over and over he fell. How long he fell, he would never know.<\/p>\n In darkness he fell, in light, he was remade.<\/p>\n He was remade.<\/p>\n Blood and bone. Magic and power. Dark and light.<\/p>\n Destiny and fate are undone.<\/p>\n Harry fell.<\/p>\n Harry woke.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Leaning heavily against the stone wall that was one of the first things he\u2019d seen upon achieving consciousness and staggering to his feet. The crowds passing by hadn\u2019t seemed to even notice him. Harry took in his surroundings. He was in Diagon Alley.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat the ever-loving fuck?\u201d He managed to gasp out. He winced, his throat felt like he\u2019d been gargling with glass.<\/p>\n He was still unclear on what had happened. His last real memory was of bleeding out from a cutting curse on the steps of Grim Hall, defending his home from intruders for the fourth time this year. He didn\u2019t even know who they were this time, so many had come for him over the years.<\/p>\n Shaking his head, trying to gather scattered thoughts he noticed that his skin felt tight and tender. Almost like that time he\u2019d had a full-body sunburn, it felt as if he had a completely new layer of skin. The fabric of his clothing was near agony brushing over it.<\/p>\n He remembered the feeling of falling. The longer he stood there the visceral memory of being taken apart and put back together again and again slid through his mind. He shuddered. He had a feeling that more than his location had changed.<\/p>\n He tried to summon his wand to him, only to see the elder wand appear in his hand. \u201cWell, this can\u2019t be good.\u201d He shook away his unease to cast tempus and then stared at the result until it faded. August 14th, 1966 6:00 am<\/i>. \u201dBloody buggering fuck.\u201d<\/p>\n \u2018His mother was only six years old,\u2019 was the thought that ran through his mind. He cast the spell twice more, even though he knew what it would say. Closing his eyes he fought the churning in his stomach and the panic clawing at his throat. A thought snuck into his mind, it sounded a lot like Hermione.<\/p>\n \u201cGringotts, maybe they\u2019ll have some answers.\u201d<\/p>\n He made his way slowly through the alley, not wanting to attract attention. In the back of his mind, he was grateful he hadn\u2019t ended up being dropped into the alley naked and more vulnerable. He wasn\u2019t going to think about what magic had brought him here fully clothed and given him the elder wand. Not right now at least.<\/p>\n As he passed by the darkened window of one of the many storefronts, he caught a glimpse of himself.<\/p>\n Even that blurred image caused his breath to catch and he stumbled to a stop. He watched with a numbed detachment as pale fingers moved to touch the face that was reflected back at him, shock lancing through him when he felt those touch his own face.<\/p>\n The face he saw was his and yet, it wasn\u2019t. His hair was as disordered as it always had been, even as it curled around ears that were just a touch more defined than before. The color was still dark, an almost inky black, except when some light caught it, then he saw a flash of the barest hint of darkened red. His eyes were still green, but they were now the dark green of emeralds rather than the bright green of his mother\u2019s.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n He\u2019d been changed almost completely. Terrifyingly, though he hadn\u2019t been, he still recognized himself in the image. Like a double-exposed photograph. A ghost image layered one over the other.<\/p>\n \u201cFucking hell,\u201d Harry muttered, pulling himself away from his image and heading towards Gringotts at a faster pace than before. \u201cLady magic, please let them know what is going on.\u201d He was not above begging at this point.<\/p>\n After the war, he\u2019d returned to the bank with Hermione to make reparations for letting their dragon free. Ron had refused to have any part in it, but the less said about Ron\u2019s lack of involvement in their lives at that point, the better.<\/p>\n After Hermione had done some reading and forced a book or four on him, they\u2019d both known better than to admit to stealing from the bank, so they paid for damages done, which had been billed as happening during a \u2018difficult withdrawal\u2019.<\/p>\n Hermione had giggled about it for almost a week.<\/p>\n His heart stuttered. Hermione, she\u2019d died not very long after that trip.<\/p>\n Her murderers had never been found. Or to be truthful, he\u2019d never been able to prove who the guilty parties were. Not to the satisfaction of the Ministry anyway. They never did take any action against the guilty parties.<\/p>\n The potions in her system had to have been given by someone close to them and even if they had pulled away from Ron after the war, they\u2019d still spent enough time at the burrow. It had given him and other members of his family a chance to dose her as often as needed.<\/p>\n The fact that she\u2019d died of a lethal mix of love, lust, and fertility potions that had reacted badly with the other potions she\u2019d been taking to recover from injuries incurred during the war had just been an accident. Or so they\u2019d tried to tell him.<\/p>\n Harry gave himself an internal shake, he had more immediate things to worry about right now than the death of his best friend, no matter how the injustice of it still ate at him almost a decade later.<\/p>\n He came to the sparkling white building and slowed to a walk again. He climbed the steps with caution and entered the bank, he glanced around, unsure suddenly how to proceed from there. While he had been familiar with the bank in his time, he had no idea what to do forty-something years in the past.<\/p>\n \u201cWizard,\u201d The harsh voice of one of the bank guards caught his attention. \u201cCome this way, you\u2019re expected.\u201d He began to march off down towards the side hallways of the bank.<\/p>\n \u201cI am?\u201d Harry said quietly, more to himself than the guard.<\/p>\n He followed where the dverger led, past the counters, and down a long hallway until he came to a heavy wood door marked \u2018Appointments Only\u2019.<\/p>\n \u201cWait here.\u201d The guardsman pointed to the side of the door, gesturing with the spear he was still holding in his hand.<\/p>\n So Harry waited, swallowing his nerves and pushing past his fears. To distract himself, he thought over the change in his appearance.<\/p>\n Bringing the image he\u2019d seen in the glass to mind he mused over it, he didn\u2019t think he looked any younger than his thirty years, but it was hard to tell on that kind of surface.<\/p>\n He hoped that he could carry some of the maturity he\u2019d been forced to grow into through the crucible of his younger years. The dvergers had respected him more after he\u2019d taken on his title and responsibilities, than when he\u2019d been bandied about as the titular \u2018boy who lived\u2019 and he didn\u2019t even have that at the moment.<\/p>\n The dverger knocked and entered the room. The door was left slightly ajar, but Harry heard nothing but muffled conversation before the guard returned and gestured him inside.<\/p>\n \u201cHello, Traveler,\u201d The dverger greeted with what passed for a smile among their race, full of teeth as it was, before indicating the chair in front of the desk. \u201cWe noticed your arrival.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDid you?\u201d Harry felt himself fully pulling on the persona he\u2019d cultivated as Duke Broc\u00e9liande, a peerage he\u2019d inherited, to the surprise of the wizarding world, from his mother. \u201cI wasn\u2019t aware I was going to be traveling at all.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNobody who Travels knows about the Travelers,\u201d The dverger, Granick, if the nameplate on the desk was correct, gave a harsh chuckle. \u201cNot until they become one.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI take it you mean Lady Magic?\u201d Harry\u2019s voice was cool, almost cold. He managed to hide his absolute despair behind his anger. He\u2019d learned to turn his anger cold rather than hot over the years.\u00a0 \u201cDare I ask how many times this has happened?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe don\u2019t know for sure, of course,\u201d Garnick replied, he eyed the wizard with something like curiosity in his eyes. \u201cWhat records we have indicate it\u2019s happened twice before in the history of the world.\u201d<\/p>\n \u2018Well fuck me,\u2019 Thought Harry, feeling a headache coming on as he railed internally at the bitch called Fate. He\u2019d already dealt with one prophecy and its fallout. He’d lost everything that had mattered to him in the end, he had no desire to be Fate\u2019s fucktoy this time around. Not even at Lady Magic\u2019s behest, she\u2019d been nothing but a blessing to him since he\u2019d discovered worship of her, but this would be too much to ask of anyone.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve already played at being Fate\u2019s puppet once, I won\u2019t be anyone else’s again, not even Lady Magic\u2019s.\u201d Harry\u2019s voice was cold and final. He spoke with his hand clenching in the folds of his robe before he forced them to let go and smooth the wrinkles.<\/p>\n Garnick nodded, \u201cWe don\u2019t know what other Travellers have done, of course, but it is known that Lady Magic doesn\u2019t demand anything from those she has Travel.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo no sudden prophecy I\u2019m going to be expected to fulfill?\u201d Harry asked, not sure what he expected the answer to be. Not sure at all what was going on if he wasn\u2019t expected to take care of someone else\u2019s dirty work.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Granick replied. \u201cAs far as I\u2019ve been made aware, a prophecy has never been an element of a Traveler\u2019s arrival.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen what am I supposed to do here with no name and no identity beyond this Traveler?\u201d Harry asked with some exasperation leaking through his cool demeanor.<\/p>\n \u201cWe will take care of that,\u201d Granick said, leaning over and ringing a bell on the edge of his desk. \u201cThat is if you will allow us that honor.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t even look like me.\u201d Harry tried to explain while watching the dverger closely. He was still confused as fuck about everything that was going on.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course not,\u201d Granick said, \u201cLady Magic sent you and she will provide. She always does. You can\u2019t be here and still be exactly as you were. That would create a disruption.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBloody fucking fantastic,\u201d Harry muttered, leaning back in his padded chair while they waited, his mind mulling over the information they\u2019d given him, as sparse as it was. \u201cI don\u2019t suppose you can tell me what that means exactly?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOnce you began to travel here, you were taken completely out of time. If your origin is alive, then they will continue on divergent from now since you, coming back automatically changes the timeline, even if you do nothing to directly affect your origin self. If your origin self hasn\u2019t been born, then they might not be.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo this is more an alternate timeline than being brought back in time,\u201d Harry said. \u201cThe events I know, they won\u2019t necessarily be static now that I\u2019m here. Since I am a new ingredient in the mix, even if I don\u2019t do anything but simply exist.\u201d<\/p>\n Granick seemed to think about that for a minute and then nodded, \u201cThat\u2019s the way I understand it, yes. Some events will always happen. They are what our seers call Nexus points. Great events and small ones, turning points that happen in the world that decide the course it takes. Like if one man becomes minister over another. Do we sign this treaty or wait to see if the next negotiation brings one better. Does someone go right or left at a crossroad.\u201d<\/p>\n Harry had dealt with the bank in his time enough to know to call them dverger, that they were a warrior race and that they didn\u2019t suffer fools or wizards unless they had to. The fact that they were giving him this level of respect and consideration was both pleasant and alarming by turns.<\/p>\n \u201cWe have procedures for this eventuality, even if we have no true memory of having to use them before.\u201d Granick bit out something in his language when a knock came at the door. \u201cWe do have our histories.\u201d<\/p>\n A dverger dressed in what Harry could only describe as scholarly robes entered the room, followed by what looked to be a young dverger in full warrior kit.<\/p>\n \u201cMaster Kantz,\u201d Granick gave a solemn, respectful nod of his head to the older of the two as the door was shut behind them. \u201cThis is the Traveler, he\u2019ll need to make full use of The Protocols.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHmm, I see. I see,\u201d The obviously elder, Master Kantz directed the armored dverger behind him to set down the elaborate metal and wood trunk he\u2019d brought in with him. \u201cIt has been many generations since we\u2019ve had even a suspicion of a Traveler in our scrolls, how fascinating.\u201d His voice was like pebbles tumbling one over another when he spoke.<\/p>\n Harry wasn\u2019t sure how he felt being a fascination to this dverger who was looking at him like he was a rare ingredient on a potioneer\u2019s table. \u201cSo I\u2019ve been told. Master Garnick said that you can help me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, yes,\u201d Master Kantz gestured towards the guard behind him to open the trunk. When the trunk\u2019s lid was lifted, Harry leaned forward in his chair to see what it contained. \u201cThese will help create your new identity. It will, of course, be based upon how the Lady has remade you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow she remade me?\u201d Harry sat back again, looking between the two master dvergers. He wondered once again if he really wanted to know the answers to his questions, but he asked them anyway. \u201cWhat exactly does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt means many things young wizard,\u201d Master Kantz said, as he pulled out vellum, ink, and other writing materials from the trunk and set himself up at a desk set up to the side of Master Granick\u2019s. \u201cIn this case, it means that when Lady Magic decided to pull you from whenever or wherever you were and bring you here, she remade you. You will at your core still be who you were, of course. Yet, you have already noticed changes to your physical self I\u2019m sure. There have been changes to your magical self as well. The very core of your being, what some beings would call the soul self is probably the closest to what you were originally. Even that will have been changed by the experience though, you\u2019ve gone through the crucible and come out changed. Remade.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course, remade,\u201d Harry said softly to himself, while Master Kantz paused and sat behind his desk.<\/p>\n He took the vellum, dark ink, a quill, and the athame, laying them out with what seemed to be deliberate precision in front of him. Harry watched him with as much caution as a curiosity.<\/p>\n \u201cShe changed your outward appearance so that you will not be recognizable in features to anyone that might know you or your family line since magic has a way of imprinted so heavily on the physicality of certain bloodlines. She then changed your blood, we don\u2019t understand how she does it. According to what we have recorded though, you will retain some of your heritage, how much and from where in your original bloodline is unknown. We only know that when your blood is tested after your choices today, well it becomes set in stone, so to speak. You become who you choose within the form that she has made for you. Your destiny or the fate that had been assigned to your origin self, that is undone as if it had never existed, barring what memories you may have of it. It has been this way for every Traveler we have records of, everyone that was willing to speak of it anyway. This is what we know.\u201d Master Kantz finally looked happy with the placement of his instruments. He looked up and gestured Harry forward.<\/p>\n \u201cSo anything that the fates had planned for me won\u2019t happen here?\u201d Harry tried to wrap his mind around that thought. It was so foreign to him to be outside of Fate and her designs on his life. Almost as strange as being out from under Dumbledore\u2019s direct machinations after the war. It suddenly hit him that here he would never be under Dumbledore\u2019s thumb if he was careful. The Dumbledore of this time wasn\u2019t even aware of him or that thrice be damned prophecy.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, you are a wizard outside of the flow of fate until you choose your path here. Even then, you are one of Lady Magic\u2019s Chosen now.\u201d Master Kantz said as if the answer was obvious and maybe it was to him. \u201cThe Lady will take care of you.\u201d<\/p>\n Master Kantz looked across the desk at Harry and he noticed, now that he was standing closer to him, that the dverger\u2019s eyes had the rheumy look to them that meant his vision was probably not that great.<\/p>\n \u201cI prefer to make my own choices,\u201d Harry replied coolly, reaching to take the athame that Master Kantz was handing him. \u201cAnything else is abhorrent to me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAs do we Master Traveler,\u201d Master Granick agreed, he nodded from his desk. He hadn\u2019t moved from behind it since Harry had come into the office and didn\u2019t look to be moving anytime soon.<\/p>\n \u201cI will need three drops of blood on each of these three vellums,\u201d Master Kantz said before Harry could respond to Master Granick. \u201cThree drops only on each. No more, no less.\u201d He glared a little with his instructions, but Harry just nodded. He\u2019s been glared at by worse for less.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat will my blood be used for?\u201d Harry asked, not even bothering to cut his hand before he had his answers. \u201cI don\u2019t bleed for just anything, especially not willingly. Not anymore\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThis will tell us who the Lady has brought to us, in terms of who you could be and it will give you three choices for an identity, along with the family or families you can come from. As I\u2019m sure you are aware, family lines are paramount in the wizarding world and they can and will be a determining factor on how comfortable your life is and on what you can do here. Or how easily you will be able to accomplish any of your eventual goals.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThis will do what a normal inheritance test will then?\u201d Harry asked, taking the athame this time when it was offered. \u201cOnly it will give me three inheritances to choose from?\u201d He thought that he understood what the dverger was saying, but so much was happening so fast. Hermione had taught him to think and be cautious at the end of the war. His heart trip with pain again, he could really use her here.<\/p>\n If he did this, when he did this, he\u2019d do it alone. Just like he\u2019d done so many things these last few years. Then the thought occurred to him, he would be able to save her. He could save them all if he stopped it now. Harry swallowed and looked at the blank vellum. His mind spun, he reached out to steady himself, athame clinking on the desk.<\/p>\n \u201cMaster Traveler!\u201d A hand was under his elbow before he\u2019d had a chance to do more than think about falling. \u201cYour magic is going to start to destabilize slowly from here on out. We really need to get started.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDestabilize?\u201d Harry shook off his unease, picking up the athame. He gave the dverger guard who\u2019d come in with the trunk a nod for his assistance and turned back to Master Kantz.<\/p>\n \u201cUntil you have an actual identity in time here, you are a disruption, an anomaly. Both time and magic will try to force you to fit into the space or get rid of you,\u201d the dverger shrugged when Harry just narrowed his eyes at him.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is the kind of information that would have been good to know at the start,\u201d Harry said and then he waved it off. \u201cI don\u2019t think that\u2019s what it was though, or at least not entirely. I just had a few things become clear suddenly and it was a bit much.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cStill,\u201d Master Kantz gave a grunt as he resettled himself in his seat. \u201cWe had best get a move on or you will begin destabilizing. I\u2019m not altogether sure what will happen if you do and I\u2019m not so curious that I want to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay,\u201d Harry said, using the athame to cut a thin slice into his palm. He could find no fault in the dvergers desire to avoid what would probably be a minor magical catastrophe at best. He wasn\u2019t sure what a time traveler\u2019s magic destabilizing would do to a timestream, but he agreed with Master Kantz. He had no desire to find out.<\/p>\n He closed his hand and allowed three drops to fall on each of the fancy vellum pages laying out on the desk before pulling back. He handed the magically cleansed athame back to Master Granick while he healed his hand with a murmured spell.<\/p>\n He gazed at his hand for a second, it seemed much of his magical ability and strength had come back with him. He noticed that he had the attention of all the dvergers in the room, something that would have embarrassed him years ago when all he wanted to do was fit in and be normal. To be just Harry, before he understood that that was never going to be possible for him. Now he was just grateful that he could defend himself if he needed to.<\/p>\n \u201cNow we wait,\u201d Master Kantz said, sitting back and folding his hands together, the arms of his robes sliding down to cover them. \u201cWe should send for some refreshments Master Granick.\u201d He looked over at the other dverger.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course, Stegnor,\u201d Master Granick nodded at the guard standing by the trunk and Harry watched him go to the door to give instructions to whoever stood outside.<\/p>\n \u201cThey will send something immediately, Master Granick, Master Kantz, Master Traveler.\u201d The guard bowed his head at each of them in turn.<\/p>\n \u201cExcellent,\u201d Master Kantz said, he looked back at Harry. \u201cThis will take a few moments for the magic and the blood to settle on the three permutations for you to choose from.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Title: Lost Identity Author:\u00a0Sibyl_Moon Fandom:\u00a0Harry Potter Characters\/Pairings: future Harry Potter\/Orion Black Genre:\u00a0 Time-Travel Word Count: 4k Harry fell. 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\nAuthor:\u00a0<\/strong>Sibyl_Moon
\nFandom:\u00a0<\/strong>Harry Potter
\nCharacters\/Pairings:<\/strong> future Harry Potter\/Orion Black
\nGenre:\u00a0<\/strong> Time-Travel
\nWord Count: <\/strong>4k<\/p>\n