Evil Author Day
Title: Of Love and Revenge.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Warnings: Death of characters. Time Travel, powerful Harry and Cedric, shared powers. Dumbledore bashing, some Weasley bashing, talk of child abuse (physical and mental only), revenge, suffering pain, torture. Talks of potion abuse.
Summary: Harry dies and in the place between life and death, learns of all the wrongs that had been done to him. He pulls Cedric to the in-between and there they make their plans. Harry MOD.
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He froze as he felt the air around him thicken, fear holding him in place as the wind echoed through his ears. His mind working frantically to figure out if he did something wrong, but he could find no error in his calculations. He felt the squeezing of his companion’s hand in his and felt his muscles unlock, as the world seemed to zip past them at a frightening pace. He squeezed back, as he remembered, why, exactly, they were taking this chance. Saving him the way he had saved them, that is why he was doing this, saving him and what they were supposed to have. The Master of Death was coming back and he was going to make them pay.
Time seemed to stand still as light condensed around Number Four Privet Drive, Little Whinging. Harry Potter watched, surprise etched on his features as the light seemed to target him, but before he could so much as move, it hit him in the chest and he fell backwards onto his bed, unconscious, his eyes moving rapidly as memories that were not his own, filled his mind. The light seemed to seep into him, moving under his skin, searching, seeking out injuries and repairing them as his mind processed the information being downloaded. Magic filled the room, her song could be heard through the neighbourhood, like a Phoenix singing at the arrival of her favourite child. The people of Privet Drive were remembering, the quiet little boy that always seemed to be hurt and overworked, all the lies wiped clean from their collective memories. Tomorrow would be a day of reckoning for the Dursley’s and their carefully maintained lies. Magic would have her revenge for being used against her favourite.
At the same time, near Ottery St Catchpole, Cedric Diggory had just sat down on his bed, book in hand, when the light hit him and he fell unconscious.
Cedric woke with a groan, his head thumping as his mind assimilated all the information he had. “Oh Merlin, Harry!” He jumped out of bed, stumbling slightly, as he made for the bathroom. He would be a help to no-one if he couldn’t think straight.
He downed a pain potion, showered quickly, lingering only long enough to allow the hot water to relax his tense muscles, before dressing quickly and heading for the door. He knew he couldn’t legally apparate until his birthday, on October thirty-first but he needed to get to Harry fast.
As he appeared in front of four Privet Drive, he was slightly amused with himself for worrying about licenses when he had been dead for a very long time. Well sort of, it was hard to stay dead when you were the husband of the Master of Death. Casting a quick tempus he realised it was only six a.m. so he walked up to the door and let himself in, walking up the steps to Harry’s’ room. He noticed the locks had been removed, and then remember it was the end of third year so Sirius Black was a very real threat hanging over the Dursley’s heads. Sirius Black, he was sure Harry would be happy to save him, after all, the man had made them promise to let him help.
He opened the door, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of Harry, laying there, fingers twitching slightly as light seemed to cascade under his skin. He had been out cold for six hours, and figure Harry probably went down the same time as he did, so why was it taking so long, was Harry this bad the first time and he had been too spell damaged to see it. His face transformed into a frown as he watched Harry twitching in his sleep, anger roiling in his belly. He hated the people that had done this to his husband, and he would make sure they suffered for it.
He settled down next to Harry, scooted him over to lay beside him, and gently ran his fingers through his hair. He remembered how he had noticed Harry when he was a little first year and felt a pull towards his magic. It was intense and strong and then gone. He had not remembered it again until he had passed on, though now he could remember seeing Dumbledore watching him and then the spell. Harry had pulled him from his resting place when he had let Voldemort kill him. He remembered Harry standing over Dumbledore, the old man’s spirit pleading with him, before Harry banished him, and turned to face him. Cedric had rushed to him and held him tight, memories rushing between the two of them. He didn’t know how long they spend in the in between, being visited by different people and learning about their lives, before he had been thrown back here. But he knew what he had to do now, they both did. He placed a kiss on Harry’s forehead, relieved to see the scar had faded, so the Horcrux had not been brought back with them, and waited for his other half to awaken.
Harry groaned and rolled over, enjoying the comfort offered to him by the person laying next to him. He knew it was Cedric, he could feel his magic, the connection they shared, settle around him and he snuggled into the warmth of his mate and let his body relax.
“Here,” Cedric said, “you might need this,” he handed Harry a pain potion and Harry downed it quickly then sighed in relief. “Happy Birthday”.
“Thanks love. It felt less like a herd of Hippogriffs ran over me and now only like a couple did the job.” He smiled as Cedric chuckled. “Oh dear Merlin, I’m pubescent again.” Harry moaned.
They lay there enjoying their first moment together, both alive, connection and magic wide open. Their bond thrummed excitedly under their skin as they held each other close and you could almost feel magic herself sigh in contentment as their powers saturated the room.
“Do you feel it?” Cedric asked as he helped Harry dress. He had wanted to help Harry shower but knew it was not proper. Harry had just laughed and replied “typical Hufflepuff.” He knew Harry was joking, they had, after all, been very physical in the in between, but Harry had been of age them, now, he had only been fourteen for a day, and Harry knew Cedric would not be doing anything inappropriate until he reached his majority, again.
“Yes,” Harry replied as he slipped on his shirt and Cedric buttoned it for him, his hands were still a little shaky. “The magic is untainted, unblock, completely free.” He frowned down at his clothes, he hated Dudley’s cast offs, but it seemed a good thing now since he seemed to have grown a fair bit in his sleep. “I’m taller,” her mumbled.
“Yes, you are more filled out too,” Cedric replied with a smile, running his hands down Harry’s arms to adjust the shirt, well that was his excuse. He knew by the twinkle in Harry’s eyes he wasn’t fooling anybody. “It is going to be difficult, keeping my hands to myself, Harry.” Harry pulled him in for a chaste kiss, smiling as their lips meet and magic sparked, reestablishing their bond in the real world.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be good. No shagging till I reach majority, again.” Harry said. “We really need to get to Gringotts though, I wonder if we are married here or just betrothed.”
“And no making out till you are at least sixteen!” Cedric said smirking, causing Harry to pout.
“Really, I’m a seventeen-year-old stuck in a fourteen-year-old body and I don’t get to kiss you, that really sucks Ced,” Harry grumbled.
“You know I love you, but Harry, I am not going to make out with you when you look like a child, it’s just creepy.”
“Stupid Hufflepuff, fine, we really need to get to Gringotts though, I wonder if we are married here or just betrothed.”
“A contract should have been activated, the moment you kissed me. Like it would have last time if people didn’t interfere. That’s what your parents said.”
Lily and James, Merlin he had never been so grateful for two people. They had met him when he had crossed over after Voldemort had killed him. They had been pissed, and it took him a while to realise it was not at him, personally.
Harry opened the window and let Hedwig go, “Go hunt beautiful, go to Potter Manor when you are done,” Harry petted her and let her groom him for a minute before watching her soar out the window. Cedric could see the conflicting emotions on his face and he watched her vanish from sight. “One more thing before we go,” Harry said and pulled his invisibility cloak out of his trunk. As he slipped it over his shoulders, he felt the magic build up around him, power, the power he remembered from the in between, filled his body, mixing with his already ample magic, and wrapped itself tightly around his core, he shuddered, his eyes closing of their own accord as his power reached out for what was his. He could feel the taint on the resurrection stone dissipate and held out his hands.
The stone fell into his left hand, and the elder wand slapped into his right, he could hear the song of the wand as it rejoiced at being with its true master once more. All three items come together, and in a flash of light dove into Harry, causing him to groan and fall to his knees. He reached out for Cedric and realised his mistake too late as their hands connected and Cedric groaned falling to his knees. The light splintered and Harry watch as Cedric absorbed part of the light into himself, connecting them in a much deeper way than being married. The light show dissipated and Harry and Cedric tried to catch their breath.
“What the heck was that?” Cedric asked as he stood, he felt stronger somehow.
“That was me mastering the Deathly Hallows and you coming along for the ride.” Cedric frowned at him, but Harry just shrugged his shoulders, “oops,” was all he said. Cedric shook his head in exasperation.
“What does this mean for me then?” he asked as he tried not to laugh at Harry’s contrite face.
“I guess it means you and I are the Masters of Death?” Harry shrugged again. “I’m not sure, but we will figure it out. The Hallows disappeared, we knew that would happen when we spoke to Death. ‘When the Hallows are reunited by the true Master of Death, he will absorb the powers and use them at will.’ Remember, I just didn’t realise that I could also transfer them to you, he never mentioned that.” Harry grumbled.
Cedric tried to follow the instruction of death, and turn himself invisible, and when it worked he cheered. He then tried to cast a wandless lumos and smiled knowingly at Harry. “Well this is going to be fun,” he said as he pulled Harry into his arms.
“Just try not to summon the dead until we are behind the wards at Potter Manor,” Harry said, laughing at Cedric’s face. “Let’s get to Gringotts, so I can get that old man out of my business and his fingers out of my vaults.”
Cedric grinned, “it will be fun recovering all he took and overturning all his little schemes. I wish I could see his face when he realises his wand is gone.”
“Cedric!” Harry laughed, “who knew Hufflepuffs could be so vengeful.”
“Never cross a Puff, Harry, never cross a Puff.” Cedric took hold of Harry and disapparated, leaving the sound of Harry’s laughter echoing through the house.
The Dursley’s were having a very bad day, their good for nothing nephew had disappeared sometime during the night, Vernon’s car had refused to start, and now as they were waiting in the driveway to hear the verdict from the auto repair guy, the neighbours were acting strangely. Harsh looks in their direction and whispering behind hands were all taking place and making Petunia very uncomfortable.
“Where’s your nephew?” one of the neighbours asked, rather loudly, from across the street. Petunia was going to ignore the rude man when a chorus of the same question came from everyone standing around the street. It was then, she realised they were all focused on her house, in particular.
“He’s out,” she replied stiffly, before focusing back on her husband and the mechanic, trying desperately to ignore the looks being aimed her way.
It would be a month before Harry would discover that he was listed as a missing person, and the Dursley’s were the prime suspects. Life on Privet Drive was very bad indeed if your last name was Dursley.