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• 1960 - Greece, Nyx Palace •In the darkness of night, a baby's cry was heard. The room occupants smiled with joy as the new member of the blessed family of Morte grew.A baby boy with Killing Curse's eyes."Congratulations, Madam, you had a healthy baby boy!" The servant/midwife happily informed the spouse of their Lord of the house. She carefully cleaned and blanketed the baby before presenting him to his mother."My beautiful son…" the woman smiled while holding the newborn baby in her arms, her thumb touching the soft baby's cheek. "What should we name him, dear?"The man who stood beside her looked at the baby intensely. His hand reached the tuft of the baby's hair, caressing him softly like he was the most precious thing in the world.“Hyperion Rhadamantus Morte.”" His name is Hyperion Rhadamantus Morte, the firstborn son of the House of Morte. May Death bless him ."The chorus echoed inside the Nyx Palace. All the occupants prayed that the firstborn son would be blessed with a quick Death when the time came. An eleven-year-old girl with silver hair opened the door's chamber after she got permission. The little girl gracefully walked towards her mother's bed. She stood at her bedside beside the Lord of the house.She curiously leaned forward to see the baby, who was mewling softly, and noticing the familiar silver hair he had, like her own, the girl smiled.The Lady of the house chuckled at her daughter's sparkling eyes and ushered her closer."Sephira met your baby brother Hyperion."The silver-haired girl smiled, "Well met, Hyperion. I am Sephira Theia Morte, your big sister." • The previously named Harry James Potter opened his eyes. He's been aware of his surroundings from the moment he was born. He may be a newborn, but his soul is tied to his immortality as the Master of Death. So, as long as he desires, he won't lose his precious memory in the reincarnation cycle.When he had time to think about what had happened, Harry couldn't help but get irked. Death's boredom annoys him to no end. Not only did he get implicated, but they gave him no warning or choices. Yes, he got bored, too, and he understands the need for entertainment.As long as he was not the object, damn it!Shaking his head mentally, Harry resigned to his Fate and decided to live a boring life to spite Death in their face.Internally sighing, Harry's eyes then darted around, observing the place he was at. As he is a baby who was born hours ago, his neck muscle is unable to support his head yet. He's a bit cautious to use his magic. From the conversation he heard before, it seems that the family he was born in is a devotee of Death. And from his experience dealing with a worshipper, they'd always take it to the extreme. And so, Harry would take his sweet time in doing what's best for a baby. Observe. • Harry's jobs nowadays are eating, sleeping and shiting. His mother took care of him with the help of a male butler with long silver hair and serpentine pupils' eyes. She called him Sephiroth. Occasionally, an eleven-year-old girl with blond hair and red eyes who wore a frilly dress comes to visit him and help out a little. He never once saw his father - the one who named him - since his birth.His curiosity is almost reaching its peak because he did something, and he doesn't know if that was a bad decision. That day, Harry only does what he did because of a spur of the moment, a reckless decision, and… a tempting fate.
[Harry was awoken by his mother's voice talking to the new girl who sometimes visits him beside the butler. His mother called her Alice. She noticed him and stood up from the chair she sat in before sitting on his mother's bedside - his mother lay him in the middle of her bed for his morning nap.
Alice crept closer, her eyes full of mirth. And before Harry knows it, his cheeks become Alice's plaything.
"So squishy~," she said coquettishly.
Harry swatted her hand, but she kept touching his cheek while avoiding his hands for a minute. Harry's baby body responded automatically in distress as he screamed in frustration at his body muscle coordination - because he couldn't swat that damned hand.
His mother chuckled and took him in her arms, soothing and coaxing him to stop crying.
Mortified with his outburst, Harry glared at the person responsible. On the spur of the moment, Harry did something that would aggravate him more.
He cast legilimency on Alice but failed.
Alice raised her eyebrow at the attempt to read her mind before smirking triumphantly at him.
Harry was taken aback for a second, but before his anger came into full power because a kid was goading him at his failed attempt, Harry strengthened his occlumency barrier.
His mother was surprised by the sudden calm.
"You are the patient one, aren't you?" Alice sat closer to her mother. Harry only gave her a deadpan look—as deadpan as a baby could. She giggled and looked up at his mother. "What's his name, Seraph?"
"His name is Hyperion, Alice."
"Hmm, a heavenly name fit as the Heir of the House Blessed by Death." Alice smiled, "This one has a good head on his shoulder. How lucky!" She clapped enthusiastically.
"Indeed he is."
"I think Rhadamantus' interaction with him would do some good." His mother blinked. Sephira didn't last even a month." Alice placed her hands on her arm as she spoke softly. Rion is still your baby. He is yours to love, yours to pamper, and yours to protect." She looked at his mother encouragingly.
Those sentences have a hidden meaning, but Harry doesn't know what.
Seraph looked at the baby in her arms. Her eyes were a bit moist, happy but sad at the same time. She resigned. "Alright. I'll bring him to meet Rhad." His mother gave Alice a small smile, "Sephira would be delighted."]
• The time has come for his mother to bring him to his father like a lamb prepared for slaughter. Harry is anxious.His instinct told him that this meeting would shake his world upside down. And he can't deny the anticipation and dread that fills him up.Whatever part Death and the other deities pull up would be revealed in this meeting. Harry only wishes that things would be good news, not the opposite. But Harry never got what he wanted. • His killing-curse eyes stare blankly at his father's. He can't help but be taken aback by the information provided by his biological father. On his side, his mother and sister look at him with unreadable expressions. His mother gave his father a look, and he sighed before repeating his explanation."This family, Morte, is a family blessed by Death." His father begins, "What the meaning blessed by Death is the people who were born in this family, bearing the name of Morte, are dead before and be born again with their memories intact as a second chance in live."His mother rubbed his back soothingly, and his father continued, "But there is a price to take for this chance to live.""You must fulfill the quest given by Death if you want to live past twenty-five years." His father pointed in the air with his index finger, and words were formed.
Fulfill a quest given before twenty-five years.
The family will help until you are seventeen years old, and after that, you are on your own.
Never, under any circumstances, reveal the family secrets.
"If these three points are met, you will get your life. But, if not... Death will always find you." His father comes closer. He took a vial of familiar colored liquid from his pocket and showed it to him. "This is an aging potion. It will make your body like an eleven-year-old boy for about a month." His mother, who saw Harry's eyes brighten, giggled.His father smirked, "I will give it to you in exchange for starting your education and training earlier. If you accept this proposal, then blink twice."Harry blinked twice without a second thought."Good. We will start right now." • His father is a Demon incarnate. There is no time for leisure in his schedule. Now he knows why his mother is hesitant to bring him over. Because all of his time is spent studying and training, with breaks in between, his body and mind are too overloaded to do anything but sleep and eat.The only grace is a three-day break in a month and Sephira's company. He finds consolation in the fact that his sister is only a year older than him and receives the same intensity as him.Harry, no, Hyperion realized that he never got a dream, revelation, or anything of the short. He never got the said quest of life everyone in the family was talking about. Even Sephira got hers two days after her birth, but he's not.The realization that the remaining Morte family possessed quests while Hyperion had yet to receive one dawned on him. It was a puzzling situation, and questions swirled in his mind.Sephira, his sister, noticed his contemplative expression. She approached Hyperion, concern etched on her face. "What troubles you, Hype?" she asked, her voice gentle.Sephira's piercing eyes, resembling hiss yet holding a different hue with a hint of purple, observed him. Her hand gently reached out, placing a comforting touch on his shoulder."You seem preoccupied," she continued softly. "Is it about your quest...?"Her voice conveyed a hint of unspoken understanding as if she also empathized with the uncertainty of the lack of a quest. Sephira had her quest to fulfill, but seeing her younger brother, Hyperion, without a clear path ahead troubled her.She stepped closer, her hand slipping from his shoulder to gently intertwine with him."Have you... spoken to Father about it?" she inquired, her voice laced with concern and a hint of anxiety.The mention of your father, Rhadamantus Morte, hung in the air. He was a formidable figure, a man of great power and wisdom. Yet, when it came to Hyperion's current situation, even he seemed reluctant to answer.Sephira's grip tightened around his hand as if seeking reassurance for both of them."Perhaps Father has some... insight," she murmured, her voice laced with uncertainty. "Maybe there's a reason..."She fell silent momentarily, her eyes searching his face for any sign of understanding or acceptance. But the lack of a quest is like a puzzle that seems to defy comprehension."Or maybe..." she whispered, her voice trailing off, leaving a lingering question in the air: "Maybe there is no quest at all?"The realization that Death's decision to exclude him from the quest could be a gift of freedom, offering a chance for a different path, sunk in. It was a comforting thought.Still holding his hand, Sephira studied his expression, seeing the contemplation in his eyes. She, too, seemed to grasp the idea that Death might have spared him for whatever reason the deity had. • The years passed, and the lack of a quest for Hyperion remained a mystery for his family. His older sister, Sephira, felt quietly worried for him.Hyperion often found her observing him, her amethyst eyes reflecting curiosity and concern, though she kept these thoughts to herself.Rhadamantus and Serapheim, their parents, also carried a lingering concern for Hyperion's questless state. When they thought he couldn't hear, they would talk in whispers, wondering why he had been left out and what they could do about it.But the answers never came, and the mystery clung to Hyperion like a shadow.With her observant nature, Sephira couldn't help but wonder why Fate chose Hyperion to be questless, unlike her. After years, the family finally got used to the idea of him not receiving the quest, but deep down, worry still lingered about Hyperion. • Hyperion knows that this is his original universe. And he was born in 1927, a year after Tom Marvolo Riddle. But he believes the presence of this family has already had many impacts on this world.His father is the patriarch of this family, the main family that resides in Greece. But, they had moved temporarily to their property in England two years ago because Sephira decided that she would attend Hogwarts rather than Eronmayervos Institution.As a member of Morte, telling the other members about your quest is prohibited because you can't ask another person to complete your own goal. The help provided by the family is only indirect support, like knowledge, skill, finance, etc.We had to walk on our own after we reached our age. But with its ancient halls and magical secrets, Hogwarts is a stage for Sephira's quest. As a member of the Morte family, even though their family never interacted with English pureblood society, they are still a pureblood that would draw attention and intrigue from fellow students, teachers, and perhaps even the Wizarding World itself.As she stepped into Hogwarts, Hyperion contemplated the potential implications of her presence. Sephira is of the same generation as Tom Riddle, so he's sure their paths were destined to intertwine, given their shared time at the school. Driven by his thirst for power and his quest for immortality, Tom Riddle would undoubtedly notice Sephira's presence.One day, Sephira plopped down beside him and asked him about his death, "Hype, do you mind if I asked how old you were before you died?"Hyperion hummed. The question Sephira asked was difficult. After he became the Master of Death, his body never aged past 17 years old, and his soul appearance also stayed at 17 years old. He used a magical artifact he had created to look like his supposed age."I died when I was a 17-year-old teenager by accident." Hyperion answers. He did not lie because he died exactly at 17. Sephira then hugged him, and he gave her back. Hyperion dearly loves his sister and his family, so he decides to protect them. But, when his beloved sister brings her friend over in the summer break from Hogwarts, Hyperion wants to scream out loud. Because it is Tom-bloody-Riddle."Tom, this is my baby brother, Hyperion Morte. Hyperion, this is my friend, Tom Riddle." Sephira introduced the baby Dark Lord to him."Well met. My name is Hyperion Morte. Welcome to Hecate Manor." He offered his hand, and the kid grabbed it."Well met, my name is Tom Riddle. Thank you for your hospitality."Sephira smiled subtly and gave Hyperion a look. She wants him to accompany them on the house tour.He only sighed internally. • His mother owned a charity fund in the muggle world, and Sephira used that to bring Tom out of the Wool Orphanage this summer.He would say it was a brilliant idea if he had not learned what he would become.But Hyperion wouldn't judge him for something he hadn't done.With a clear mind and a determination to embrace his new life, Hyperion, a.k.a Harry Potter, treated Tom Riddle as someone he had just met rather than the Dark Lord he had known in his previous timeline.He was reborn in a new body and life and chose to live in a clean slate, free from the burdens of the past that would never exist in this reality.This decision allowed him to approach Tom Riddle without the prejudices and preconceived notions from his past life, opening the door for a fresh and unhindered relationship between them.The kiddy Riddle is a pretty quiet kid with an angelic face. And when he's not in the library, he stays in the study room with Sephira to learn pureblood etiquette.When he did not accidentally meet him in the library and started a conversation about the subject he studied with, Riddle was a decent company. He has a never-ending curiosity about magic and absorbs knowledge like a sponge. He was a pretty good conversationalist as a kid, and Hyperion can't help but get fond of him. Their daily interaction proved that Riddle is easily loveable. Even if, at first, Riddle used them to get out of his orphanage, he charmed his way into their family. His mother doted on him, too, making Hyperion think about the future.What if -in his first timeline- Tom Riddle grew up in a loving family, had someone who loved him unconditionally and taught him about life? Without Dumbledore's meddling and Slytherin's discrimination, would he become Lord Voldemort?'I guess we'll never know.' Harry thought.With his friendly and outgoing personality, Hyperion gradually became a regular presence in Sephira and Riddle's study sessions at the Hecate Manor's library. Tom Riddle, who was initially distant towards Hyperion, slowly warmed up to him.One day, as Sephira and Riddle were engrossed in their studies, Hyperion entered the library with a small tray of freshly baked pastries."I thought you two might be hungry," he said with a smile, placing the tray on the table.Sephira looks up from her books and smiles at the sight of the pastries. "You brought us treats?" she asks, already reaching for one.Tom Riddle, however, stares at the pastries with something close to fascination.Hyperion, observant as always, notices how Tom Riddle's eyes fixate on the pastries. He pushes the tray towards the boy. "Go ahead, try one. They're fresh from the kitchen."Tom, ever so cautious, takes a pastry and a small bite. His eyes widened in surprise and delight. "This is...delicious," he says, almost in awe.Sephira smiles at Tom's reaction, amused by his sudden childlike glee. Hyperion chuckles softly, pleased that he could bring the boy a moment of joy."Our chef is quite talented," Hyperion says, taking a pastry himself. "He always makes the best snacks."Tom takes another bite, savoring the flavor. "I've never had anything this good before," he confessions, eyeing the pastries greedily.Sephira laughs at Tom's ravenous expression. "Don't eat them all at once; you'll make yourself sick," she teased.Hyperion can't help but feel sympathy for him, knowing he's likely never had such luxuries before. "There's more where that came from," he assures Tom, giving him a friendly pat. "You can have as many as you want."Tom's eyes light up at the offer, and he takes another pastry, devouring it just as quickly as the first. He looks like a child given their first taste of candy.Sephira watches the scene with amusement, but there's also a hint of affection in her eyes. She can see how Hyperion's kindness has disarmed Tom's usual cold demeanor."You've created a monster," she jokingly tells her brother.Hyperion grins. "He deserves to indulge a little," he says. His hand raised in an attempt to ruffle Tom's hair. But, remembering that it's unbecoming as the heir, Hyperion stops the motion before he can do so. Sephira noticed the gesture and smiled knowingly, her eyes playful. "You should come over to the manor more often," she told Tom. Our chef loves nothing more than spoiling guests… especially the cute ones."Tom, used to Sephira's playful nature, rolls his eyes but can't hide a small smile. Hyperion watches the two of them interact, amused by their easy banter.Sephira takes a pastry and playfully taps Tom's nose with it, leaving a streak of sugar on his face. "Sugar fiend," she teases.Tom, caught off guard by the playful gesture, rubs the sugar off his face, trying to look annoyed but failing to hide a small smirk. "You're insufferable," he huffs, but there's no real malice in his voice.Sephira laughs, clearly enjoying teasing Tom, and makes Hyperion chuckle. • In the next year, Hyperion, after being sorted into Slytherin, sits at the long table with the other first-year students. He looks around the Great Hall, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as he takes in the grandeur of Hogwarts.Remembering his past life and differentiating between them.Tom, sitting nearby, catches Hyperion's eyes and smiles. "Congratulations on being sorted into Slytherin," he whispers.Hyperion, feeling a sense of pride and belonging, smiles back at Tom. "Thanks," he whispers back.Nearby, the other Slytherin students cast curious glances at Hyperion, trying to gauge the new first-year's personality.Hyperion glanced around the Great Hall, the flickering candlelight casting warm shadows on the walls. He felt the old memories of another life blending with his new reality, like two layers overlapping but never quite touching. This world felt real and vivid, yet echoes of his past life lingered, giving him a sense of familiarity beyond his years.He took in his fellow Slytherins, noticing their calculating looks. He could tell they were sizing him up, and he knew that reputation mattered in Slytherin. Tom, the boy who had just congratulated him, gave him a look that was hard to read—a mix of friendliness and something sharper, "So," Tom said quietly, leaning closer, "are you looking forward to classes?"Hyperion nodded, "I am. I've always been curious about what we could learn in the Magical School... though I suppose that's common here."Tom smirked, glancing down at the table where older Slytherins were discussing something hushedly. "You'd be surprised. Some of them care more about bloodlines than skill."Hyperion's eyes flickered, memories from his other life coming back to him. Every year at Hogwarts had been a battle for survival, forcing him to watch his back constantly, and he never had time to become a normal student because of the blood supremacist.This time, he would live for himself.Around them, the other Slytherins kept casting glances his way, their eyes filled with curiosity. Hyperion met a few of their gazes with a steady look. As he did, he felt a strange thrill—he had been chosen and would make his mark here, at Hogwarts, without prophecy hanging over his head. • Hyperion had always felt a connection with Tom, a deep, magnetic pull that was hard to ignore. It started simply enough—a look held a second too long, a shared laugh that felt brighter than it should. At first, Hyperion dismissed these feelings as admiration for Tom's brilliance and ambition, qualities he respected and even envied. But as the months passed, those feelings grew, blossoming into something he couldn't brush off so easily.He began noticing the small things, like how Tom's eyes would spark with intensity whenever he spoke of his plan and vision for the future. Hyperion found himself mesmerized, his gaze lingering on Tom's brow furrowed when he was deep in thought or the subtle way his lips curled into a smirk when he was particularly pleased with himself. Hyperion's heart would skip a beat when Tom looked his way, and he would have to fight the urge to smile back, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spreading through him.In those quiet, unguarded moments, Hyperion understood the depth of his feelings. He noticed how he would seek out Tom's company, how his heart would quicken at the sound of Tom's voice, or how he found excuses to be close, to sit beside him in the library, or walk alongside him through the castle. Tom had a way of challenging him, of making him feel both seen and understood in a way no one else had. One evening, as they sat alone in the dim glow of the common room, the firelight casting shadows over Tom's sharp features, Hyperion felt his breath hitch. He realized that his admiration had grown into something else entirely—something deeper, more intense, and altogether frightening.He was falling in love with Tom. It was a feeling that filled him with equal parts exhilaration and dread. Loving Tom felt like holding fire; it was beautiful, powerful, and dangerous. Hyperion knew that Tom wasn't like other people—there was a darkness to him, an ambition that bordered on obsession. Yet, despite everything, he couldn't deny how drawn he was to him, how much he wanted to be near him, to be the one Tom confided in and trusted.As they talked that night, Hyperion found himself stealing glances at Tom, his heart racing with longing and fear. For the first time, he fully felt it—the realization that Tom meant more to him than anyone else.• They sit together in the Room of Requirement, studying for an upcoming test. Hyperion glances up at Tom and feels his heart flutter. He watches Tom concentrate on his work, his brow furrowed in concentration.It was late in the evening, Hyperion, who sat beside Tom, feeling his heart pounding as he stared down at his hands.They were supposed to study, but Hyperion's mind was entirely elsewhere.Every glance at Tom sent a rush of warmth through him, a reminder of the feelings he'd kept hidden for so long. He knew he couldn't hold it in anymore, not when the thought of losing Tom to something—or someone else haunted him.He took a shaky breath, gathering his courage, and turned toward Tom."Tom," he began, his voice quiet and filled with emotion.Tom looked up, eyebrows raised, his sharp gaze softening as he sensed the seriousness in Hyperion's tone. "Yes?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.Hyperion's heart raced as he struggled to find the right words. He could feel a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, but all he wanted was, to be honest, to finally say what he'd held back for so long.He reached for Tom's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Can we talk about something? It's been on my mind for a while."Tom looked up, his brow furrowing with concern. "Sure. What's up? You seem a bit… off."Hyperion took a deep breath, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. "It's just… well, how we've been spending so much time together? Studying, talking, just… being us?"Tom's lips curved into a slight smile. "Yeah, I enjoy every moment of it."The warmth of Tom's words sent a flutter through Hyperion's stomach. "Right. And that's what makes this so hard to say." He paused, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on him. "I guess what I'm trying to say is… I've developed feelings for you."Silence enveloped them for a second, and the only sound was the soft crackle of the candles. Tom's eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face as he processed Hyperion's words. "Feelings? You mean… like romantic feelings?"Hyperion nodded, his cheeks flushing as he looked down at his lap.For a moment, the world went silent. Tom's eyes widened slightly, but the surprise quickly gave way to an intensity that sent a shiver through Hyperion.Slowly, Tom's hand tightened around his, and a small smile touched his lips, filled with warmth and something deeper.Without a word, Tom leaned closer, his free hand reaching up to cup Hyperion's face. His breath caught as Tom leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips as his answer.In that moment, everything else fell away—the castle, the outside world, even the uncertainty of the future. There was only the warmth of Tom's embrace, the feel of his hand in Hyperion's, and the realization that they were both exactly where they were meant to be.When they finally pulled back, they remained close, their foreheads touching as they shared a quiet, intimate moment. Hyperion felt his heart swell with happiness, his fears melting away in the glow of Tom's gaze."You're everything to me," Tom whispered, brushing his thumb over Hyperion's cheek as though trying to memorize every detail. "You're my world," his voice filled with emotion. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'll spend the rest of my days showing you just how much I adore you."Hyperion smiles, and Tom leans in for another kiss, pouring all his love and devotion into it.They break the kiss, gasping for air, their foreheads still resting together."I love you," he whispers again, feeling like he'll never get tired of saying those words.Hyperion leans into his touch, feeling happier and more loved than he ever thought possible."I love you too," he whispers back, the words spoken barely above a breath.They hold each other close, basking in the warmth of their love, and they have no intention of letting go anytime soon.They sit there like that for what feels like hours, just holding each other and basking in the happiness of their newfound love.Tom plays with Hyperion's hair, his fingers running through the silky strands. At the same time, Hyperion rests his head on Tom's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.Finally, Tom breaks the silence."You're mine," he whispers, the possessiveness in his voice laced with affection.Hyperion smiles, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the possessive tone. He looks up at Tom, loving the possessive glint in his eye."Yours," he confirms, lifting his head to kiss Tom's jawline softly. "Always."Tom smiles, pulling him closer and burying his face in Hyperion's hair."Good," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around him tightly. "Because I'm never letting you go."They fall back into silence, content to embrace each other. Tom brushes his lips against Hyperion's forehead, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him."You're mine," he whispers again, almost as if to convince himself.Hyperion chuckles softly, lifting his head to kiss Tom's cheek."And you're mine," he replies, smiling against his skin.They stay like that for a while longer, just holding each other. The Room of Requirements responds to their happiness, transforming into a cozy and inviting space to accommodate their new relationship.They spoke softly, their voices blending with the crackling of the fire. Tom told him about the ambitions that fueled him: dreams of changing the wizarding world and building something that would last beyond them both.Tom looked at him, eyes dark and thoughtful. "Hyperion," he said quietly, "this… what we have, it's ours, isn't it? Something no one else can touch."Hyperion nodded, feeling the weight of Tom's words. "Yes. It's ours. Always."Tom smiled, a rare softness touching his features as he brushed his fingers through Hyperion's hair, his touch filled with an affection that took Hyperion's breath away. "Good," he murmured. "Because I intend to keep it that way."They shared another quiet laugh, a sound that filled the room with warmth and light. But even in that moment of happiness, Hyperion felt a whisper of worry at the edge of his mind. He loved Tom for his ambition and strength, but a part of him wondered just how far Tom was willing to go to reach those dreams.As if sensing his thoughts, Tom tilted his head, studying him closely. "What is it?" he asked, his voice soft but probing. "You seem… hesitant."Hyperion hesitated, but their openness now gave him the courage to speak. "I just… I worry sometimes," he admitted. "About the path you want to take. I know you want to change things, and I support you. But there's already so much darkness in the wizarding world, so much fear and hatred. I don't want that to consume you."Tom's gaze softened, and for a moment, Hyperion thought he saw a glimmer of vulnerability. Tom reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. "You're the one person who sees all of me," he said quietly. You understand what drives me… but I promise, I would never let anything take me away from you—not ambition, not power. You're what keeps me grounded."Hyperion's chest tightened with emotion as he looked at Tom, seeing both the darkness and light in him—the complicated, beautiful parts of him that he had come to love so deeply. "Then we'll face everything together," he whispered. "Whatever comes, we'll make it through." • As months go by, not only Sephira but also Hyperion's parents realize that Tom and Hyperion's relationship is more than a friend.Rhadamantus and Serapheim kept a watchful eye on their son's relationship with Tom. They knew that Death had set its sights on Hyperion and feared the consequences of their son's destiny. Especially to an ambitious soul like Tom.Despite their reservations, they couldn't deny the happiness that seemed to radiate from Hyperion every time he was with Tom.They could see how their son looked at him and how he laughed and smiled in a way they had never seen before."What do we do?" Serapheim whispered one night,"We can't stop this," Rhadamantus replied, his voice heavy with worry. "Death has laid out a path for him, and we can't interfere."Serapheim sighed, leaning back in her chair."But what if this path leads to his destruction?" she asked, her voice shaky with fear.Rhadamantus shook his head, running a hand through his hair in frustration."We can't know that for sure," he said, his voice laced with uncertainty. "But I fear we are powerless in this," he whispered.Rhadamantus then took her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "We'll do everything in our power to protect him," his voice firm. "But we can't control his destiny."Serapheim sighed, wiping away her tears."I know," she said softly. "But it's so hard just to sit here and… wait."Rhadamantus nodded, his jaw clenching with frustration."I know," he said, his voice tight with emotion. "But we can't let fear consume us. We must focus on supporting and being there for him, no matter what happens."They sat in silence for a moment, both lost in their thoughts. Finally, Serapheim spoke up, her voice shaky."What if we lose him?" she asked quietly, her fear evident in her voice.Rhamadantus's heart clenched at her words, the thought of losing their children too unbearable even to consider."We won't," he said firmly, his voice betraying his fear. "We can't think like that."Serapheim nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks."But what if-""No," Rhadamantus interrupted her, his voice firm. "We can't think about 'what ifs'. We have to believe that he will be okay."Serapheim nodded again, trying to reign in her emotions."You're right," she said softly, wiping her tears."He is strong," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "He is our son."As Rhadamantus and Serapheim sat together, they couldn't help but discuss the recent proposal made by the Malfoy family. Rhadamantus and Serapheim exchanged a troubled glance, each feeling the weight of the decision pressing down like an invisible chain around their hearts.The Malfoy family's proposal was prestigious, yes—few families matched the Malfoys in power and influence. A union with them would secure Sephira's social standing and perhaps even raise it.But at what cost?Serapheim's fingers drummed nervously against the table, her face pale with worry. "It's all well and good in theory," she murmured, "but the Malfoys are pureblooded through and through. They would never allow her to retain her Morte status. If she marries Abraxas, she'll have to forsake her bloodline's unique bond with the Mortes, her life energy..."Rhadamantus nodded slowly, his jaw set, struggling to mask his anguish. "The Mortes' magic sustains us, keeps us resilient. Without it…" He took a deep breath as if struggling to contain his own emotions. "Sephira would grow weaker with every year—until…"Serapheim turned away, fighting back tears. She could not bear the thought of watching her daughter wither away. "And all for a name," she whispered, almost bitterly. "The Malfoy prestige would mean nothing if it costs her life."They sat silently for a long moment, the fire crackling softly in the background, casting shadows across the room that seemed to mirror their doubts and fears."We have to talk to her," Rhadamantus said, his voice laced with urgency. "She's young and perhaps drawn to Abraxas, but she needs to know what's at stake."Serapheim nodded, wiping away a stray tear. "But what if she doesn't listen? She's stubborn, Rhad. And I can see it—they are in love with each other.""We'll make her understand," Rhadamantus replied firmly. "She may feel attracted to him now, but that allure will mean nothing if she understands what she stands to lose."Rhadamantus and Serapheim understood, with painful clarity, the critical importance of Sephira's quest. The ancient magic that bound their family's lineage, the power of the Mortes, was unique—a blessing and a curse that shaped their very existence. For Sephira, the fulfillment of her quest was more than a rite of passage; it was her lifeline. Completing it would solidify her connection to their family's ancient magic, fortifying her spirit and binding her life energy to the Mortes' source, granting her resilience and vitality.But their family's magic was delicate and fragile, reliant on balance. Should Sephira forsake her Morte heritage by marrying into a family that demanded she relinquish it—such as the Malfoys—her quest, even if completed, would be meaningless. The protection granted by the Morte lineage would be severed, and her life energy would slowly slip away, leaving her vulnerable to a fate as tragic as it was irreversible. It was a truth that weighed heavily on them both.They had worked tirelessly to prepare her for this moment, see her succeed, and give her every chance at a long and fulfilled life. Even if Sephira's quest were completed, it would be for nothing if she renounced her Morte legacy; her spirit would gradually weaken, her life shortening until the magic within her was extinguished.With determination tempered by desperation, they knew they had to act. They had to ensure that Sephira understood the depth of her legacy, the precious gift she had inherited, and the consequences of letting it go.It was not just about preserving their family's magic but also saving Sephira from an irreversible loss that no status, wealth, promises, or love could ever replace. • As Tom's love for Hyperion grows, his desire to protect their relationship and ensure their happiness drives his quest for power. Tom Riddle's rise to power was gradual and calculated, marked by his growing influence within the wizarding world and increasing followers. He subtly manipulated those around him, using his charm and charismatic demeanor to gain their trust and loyalty. Hyperion stood by Tom alongside Abraxas and Sephira. He was a trusted advisor and confidant, someone Tom could rely on for strategic advice and personal support to keep him grounded and focused on their goal. Together with Abraxas Malfoy, Orion Black, Theodred Nott, and others, they formed powerful and influential people feared and respected by many within the wizarding community.Hyperion's close connection as Tom's lover allows him to appeal to Tom's emotional side and convince him that creating Horcruxes is not the right path.Despite Tom's initial desire for immortality, Hyperion's love and persuasion ultimately persuade him to change his mind and abandon the idea of splitting his soul.Hyperion uses his influence to convince Tom that creating Horcruxes is not worth the price of fracturing his soul. Tom's love for Hyperion and their emotional intimacy become strong enough motivators for him to reconsider his plans for immortality.Under Hyperion's guidance, Tom realizes that relying on others and building genuine relationships is more valuable than seeking power and immortality through dark magic. This prevents him from creating Horcruxes and ultimately leads him on a different path. But, in a tragic twist of Fate, Grindelwald's forces descended on Hogsmeade, casting spells that tore through the quiet village and sent panicked villagers fleeing in every direction.Tom and his circle of friends had been caught off guard, and they scattered amidst the crackling of curses and the shouts of terrified students. But as they fight back, a dark figure, a shadow in the corner of Hyperion's eye, raised a wand and aimed directly at Tom. Hyperion's instincts took over. In a single heartbeat, he understood what was about to happen—a Killing Curse, one that would end Tom's life in an instant. "No!" he shouted, and with a surge of adrenaline, he threw himself between Tom and the spell, arms outstretched as if he could somehow shield him from Fate itself.The Curse hit him square in the chest, the familiar green light illuminating his face for a single, frozen instant. The impact was overwhelming, and in that brief, suspended moment, he saw Tom's wide-eyed horror, the fear and shock flash across his face, and Hyperion felt a strange sense of calm.He had saved him.The spell's force took Hyperion to the ground, his vision fading as he collapsed, the world growing dimmer with each passing second. He struggled to keep his eyes on Tom and etch his face into his memory one last time, but he felt his strength slipping away and himself falling into darkness. A faint smile touched his lips, and his last thought was of Tom, safe and alive.Tom knelt beside him, his face twisted with an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel—anguish. He grasped Hyperion's shoulders, shaking him as if he could pull him back as if sheer willpower could revive him. "Hyperion," he choked out, voice raw. "No, you can't leave me. You're supposed to be here. With me."But the light had already faded from Hyperion's eyes, and his body was still. Tom was left kneeling over him, gripping his hand, his heart breaking as he realized what happened.Tom felt a hole in his heart as he cradled Hyperion's lifeless body in his arms. He had always chased power, but now he realized it meant nothing without the one person he loved.Tom sat there, broken and devastated, mourning the loss of his lover and the future they would never have together.Sephira's scream and Abraxas' shout flew to deaf ears. Tom replayed the scene of Hyperion sacrificing himself over and over in his mind. He couldn't shake the image of his lover throwing himself in front of the Killing Curse, taking the hit meant for him.Guilt and regret consumed him.If only he had been stronger and faster and able to prevent it from happening again. But it was too late. Hyperion was gone, and Tom was left alone.He realized that his quest for power had led him to this moment, to the senseless loss of the one person he loved more than anything in the world.The silence was deafening as Tom sat alone, consumed by grief and guilt. He had never felt such overwhelming pain before, such a devastating loss.The thought of a future without Hyperion by his side was unbearable. He had taken their time together for granted, never realizing how precious it was until it was gone.As Tom knelt beside Hyperion's still form, unbearable grief surged through him, twisting into something darker and fiercer than he had ever felt. His hands trembled as he clenched them into fists, knuckles white, nails digging into his palms until they threatened to draw blood. The image of Hyperion—the one person who had seen him as more than his ambition, who had stood by him without fear or judgment—laying cold and lifeless ignited a fire within him, one that threatened to consume him entirely.Anger and pain swirled together, his thoughts turning sharp, venomous.He wanted to scream, to break something, to make the entire world feel the same pain he felt at that moment.Consumed by the depths of his grief, Tom's instincts changed, taking on a darker, vengeful edge. All the restraint and careful control he had honed over the years started to slip away. He could feel the magic within him building, dangerous and raw, crackling at his fingertips, begging to be unleashed.Without thinking, he raised his wand, his face twisted in fury as he turned his gaze on the remnants of Grindelwald's forces.They had robbed him of the one person who had ever mattered, the one he had let into his guarded heart. A shadow spread through him, an all-consuming rage that blotted out everything else. His voice dropped to an icy, lethal tone as he cast spell after spell with merciless accuracy, his wand slicing through the air in fierce, unforgiving arcs.The air around him hummed with dark magic, and his friends, who had witnessed the attack, now stood frozen, wide-eyed at the terrifying power surging from him.Tom showed no mercy; his rage and grief channeled into each spell as he struck down the enemies before him, one after another, until nothing remained but silence and the smoldering aftermath of his wrath.As he lowered his wand and breathed heavily, Tom looked down at Hyperion again, a hollow emptiness settling into his chest.Sephira moved closer, her footsteps heavy as she reached her brother's lifeless form.Her body shook with silent sobs, and her hands trembled as she gently touched Hyperion's shoulder, her heart-shattering piece by piece as she gazed upon him. The world felt muted, her senses dulled by the overwhelming grief that filled every inch of her being. Through the haze of her own sorrow, she saw Tom kneeling beside him. His usually composed mask was now fractured, replaced by a raw, vulnerable anguish that surprised her.He looked up at her, his face pale, his eyes rimmed with red."I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely more than a rasp. "I should have protected him… I should have been the one…" His shoulders sagged as though the weight of those words was too much for him to bear.Sephira felt her pain swell at his words, and for a moment, she wanted to hate him, tried to blame him for her brother's Death. But as she looked into Tom's haunted eyes, filled with a self-loathing so intense that it mirrored her despair, the anger faded.She knelt beside him, wrapping her arms around her brother, pulling Hyperion's body close. Her voice cracked as she whispered, "Hyperion wouldn't want you to blame yourself. He… he loved you, Tom. He chose to protect you because that's who he was."Tom's gaze fell, and a tear slipped down his cheek. His hands balled into fists again, but this time, they trembled with the weight of guilt rather than rage."I didn't deserve it," he murmured, his voice laced with bitter anguish. "He gave everything… and I couldn't keep him safe."Sephira reached out, her hand resting gently on top of Tom's clenched hand. "He saw something in you worth protecting, Tom. You were everything to him." Her words lingered in the air, quiet and aching but filled with a warmth that even grief couldn't dim. "He wouldn't want you to carry this guilt. He'd want you to honor him by remembering his love for you."They sat in silence, their shared sorrow a fragile, unspoken bond. Tom lowered his head, his broken whisper barely audible. "I loved him, too."Sephira's heart ached anew at the words, but she found a sliver of peace, knowing that her brother had been loved deeply in return.Holding Hyperion close, she closed her eyes, letting her tears fall freely.Tom keeps silent, and Sephira hugs him.•They walked in silence, each step heavy with the weight of his grief as he carried Hyperion's body through the doors of the Hecate Manor, Morte's family residence.As they entered, the entire manor seemed to dim, as though it, too, mourned the loss of its beloved son.Inside, Rhadamantus and Serapheim stood waiting, their expressions frozen as they saw.Rhadamantus's hands clenched at his sides, his knuckles white as he struggled to contain his anguish. He watched as Tom laid Hyperion gently on the table, his own heart cracking with the realization that his son was truly gone.Serapheim covered her mouth with trembling hands, her eyes welling with tears that she tried, unsuccessfully, to hold back.For a long moment, no one spoke. Tom kept his gaze lowered, unable to meet the eyes of Hyperion's parents. A storm of guilt, regret, and sorrow swirled within him.He could feel Rhadamantus's piercing stare, a silent question hanging in the air; 'Why?' He wanted to answer, explain, somehow make right what could never be made right, but the words would not come.Finally, Rhadamantus spoke, his voice low and restrained, as though every word cost him a piece of himself. "You brought him home," he said, his tone a mixture of gratitude and pain. "Thank you for… bringing our son back to us."Tom nodded, his throat tight. "He… he saved me," he managed, his voice raw. "Hyperion… protected me." His voice broke, and he looked down at his hands, ashamed, as if they were stained with the cost of Hyperion's sacrifice.Rhadamantus took a shuddering breath, the anger and grief warring within him evident in his gaze. "My son would give his life for those he loved," he said quietly, his voice breaking slightly. "But that knowledge… it doesn't lessen the pain." He turned away, swallowing hard, his shoulders heavy with grief.Serapheim stepped forward, her hand gentle as it brushed against Hyperion's cheek. Her tears fell freely now, landing softly on his still face, and she whispered, "My baby..."She looked to Tom, her expression softening with a sad understanding. "He loved you. Don't ever doubt that."Tom's voice was barely a whisper. "I won't. I loved him, too."Sephira moved forward, wrapping her arms around Tom, offering him comfort. Tom leaned back into her embrace, his mask breaking as he let himself feel the full weight of everything he had lost. • Sephira paced the dimly lit chamber, her heart racing as she faced Tom and Abraxas. The air was thick with tension, each moment heavy with unspoken fears.Tom was hunched over a table covered with dark tomes and sinister artifacts, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows across his face. It was a sight that filled her with dread."Tom, you can't do this," Sephira urged, desperation rising in her voice. "Creating Horcruxes is not the answer! It will destroy you!" Abraxas stood beside her, his expression equally grave. "You're playing with forces you don't understand, Tom. You're risking your soul for something that might not even work." He didn't look up, his focus unwavering. "You both don't understand what I've lost," he replied in a low hiss, his tone devoid of the warmth it once held. "Hyperion's Death shattered everything I believed in. I will do whatever it takes to bring him back.""But this isn't the answer!" Sephira stepped closer, desperation lacing her words. "You're losing yourself! This isn't just about power; it's about your soul! What happens when there's nothing left of you?"At last, he lifted his gaze, and the hollowness of his expression struck her. "What does it matter?" he spat, the bitterness in his voice cutting through her. "I've already lost everything that mattered. What's one more piece of my soul? It's a small price to pay for strength."Sephira felt a pang of sadness at the mention of her brother, but she pressed on. "But at what cost, Tom? You're talking about splitting your soul into pieces. Hyperion wouldn't want this for you!""Hyperion is gone!" he shouted, the frustration in his voice echoing off the stone walls. "If I can't have him back, I will become something greater. I refuse to be weak or helpless ever again!"Abraxas stepped forward, his tone urgent. "And what if you lose yourself in the process? The Horcruxes will make you a monster. You think you're powerful now, but you'll be nothing but a shell, empty and devoid of humanity." His eyes took a hard edge, "Even if by some miracle you can bring him back, would he be happy seeing you that way!?"Tom's eyes flared with anger, but beneath that fury was a flicker of uncertainty. Sephira seized the moment, her heart pounding in her chest. "Tom, remember who you are! You're not just a vessel for power. You're a person with feelings. You have us! We care about you!"But Tom shook his head, determination hardening his features. "You don't understand. I can't lose anyone else I love. This is my only chance to set things right." He gestured to the tomes surrounding him, filled with dark knowledge and forbidden spells.Sephira felt tears prick at her eyes, a mix of frustration and sorrow. "You're making a mistake. I can't let you do this!" Abraxas put a hand on her shoulder, his expression softening. "Sephira, we have to give him time. But if he chooses this path, there's nothing we can't do.""I won't let him go alone," Sephira insisted, her resolve hardening. "He might think this is the only way, but I can't stand by and watch him destroy himself. If he insists on pursuing this madness, I will find a way to bring him back."Tom's gaze shifted between them, a whirlwind of emotions passing over his face. He saw the worry etched into their features. Still, it felt overshadowed by the consuming grief of losing Hyperion. "Stay out of it," he snapped, turning his back on them."Tom, please," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "We just want to help you. This isn't the solution. You'll end up alone, and that will be worse than losing Hyperion."But he continued his work, burying himself deeper in the darkness he sought to wield.As they left the chamber, Sephira's mind raced with fear and sadness for the boy she had once known and the monster he was becoming.Each step she took felt heavier, the weight of their shared loss pressing down on her as she realized that the bond they once shared was slipping through her fingers like sand.Sephira stood frozen in place, her heart sinking as she realized the truth.Her quest had failed.Sephira felt a sickening sense of despair as she realized the enormity of the situation. How could she have let this happen? She had been unable to prevent Tom from descending into madness and creating Horcruxes. She felt a wave of guilt and despair wash over her as she thought of the consequences of her failure. Tom would no doubt inflict damage on the world in his quest for immortality and searching a way to bring Hyperion back. She could see the madness in Tom's eyes, the single-minded determination that left no room for reason or mercy. He was beyond saving now, trapped in a darkness that seemed to consume him more and more with each passing day.But, that doesn't mind Sephira would let it go that way.She had always known that this was a high possibility. But she dismissed that feeling; she'd already died once, so what if she died again?'Even if it would take months or years, I'll bring Tom back!'Sephira resigned to her Fate and decided to make the most of the time she had left. • Sephira's marriage to Abraxas was bittersweet. Although she was happy to marry the man she loved, she felt sadness and loss, knowing that their time together would be short-lived.Despite her impending Death, she vowed to live the rest of her life to the fullest, cherishing every moment with Abraxas.Sephira's parents were initially reluctant to see their daughter marry Abraxas, especially knowing the circumstances of their union. They had hoped for a different future for their daughter, one filled with happiness and love, not sacrifice and Death.However, as they saw the pain and longing in Sephira's eyes and Abraxas' genuine love and devotion for their daughter, they could not deny them their happiness.In the end, they begrudgingly agreed to the marriage and, with heavy hearts, blessed the young couple.Sephira's mother cried as she hugged her daughter tightly and whispered words of love and pride in her ear."Be happy," she said, her voice trembling. "Despite everything, be happy..."Her father stood beside her, his jaw clenched as he nodded in agreement."We give you our blessing, though it pains us," he said gruffly. "Take care of her, Abraxas."Abraxas nodded, his eyes filled with solemn determination. "I will," he said, his voice firm. "With my life."Sephira's parents exchanged a sorrowful look before her mother stepped forward and hugged Abraxas, surprising him with her gesture."Take care of our daughter," she whispered. "Cherish every moment with her..."Abraxas felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he hugged her back, his voice choked with emotion."I will," he repeated, his voice rougher. "I swear it..."Sephira's father placed a hand on Abraxas' shoulder, his grip firm. "You are now her family," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "Treat her well..."Sephira and Abraxas' wedding was a small, intimate affair held in the garden of Malfoy Manor. Despite the sadness in her eyes, Sephira was radiant in her wedding dress, her hand clenching Abraxas' tightly as they exchanged vows. The air was heavy with unspoken emotions, as if everyone in attendance knew this was a bittersweet moment. Abraxas kissed her forehead as the ceremony ended, his eyes filled with sorrow and longing.After a few months, Sephira gives birth to a healthy son named Lucius, but she knows that her life is at the end.She wouldn't last until Lucius' first birthday.But, despite their circumstances, Sephira and Abraxas' love for each other was sincere and deep, and their marriage and the birth of their child brought a brief period of joy.
The End.
• Snippet About Hyperion and Sephira’s Relationship • - Sephira is at the age of 12 years oldOne of these days, Sephira loves to gaze at his eyes and says that his eyes are really pretty.Sephira's resemblance to a porcelain doll was undeniable. Her pale skin, pointed nose, plump lips, and wavy platinum hair gave her an almost ethereal beauty. But her amethyst-colored eyes set her apart from the other children her age. They sparkled with intelligence and a depth that hinted at the wisdom no child possessed.She's a child version of their beautiful mother where he was his fathers'. So, Hyperion doesn't understand her fascination with his eyes.And when he asks about it, she says, "Because your eyes remind me of him.It's the color of the killing curse."Hyperion is slightly startled at the world because it reminds him of his past life. He then tilts his head, "Who?"Sephira grinned, "Daniel Radcliff.""Who's Daniel Radcliff? Your boyfriend?"Sephira laughed out loud, clutching her stomach in mirth. "Oh, my silly Hype." She ruffled his hair before walking away, giggling."Hey, Seph. I'm serious here!" Sephira's laughter increased."Who the hell is Daniel Radcliff!?"Hyperion never gets his answer. - Sephira's at the age of 15 years oldSephira plopped beside him and asked, "Do you think I can get married and have a child?" Hyperion turned to his only sister and blinked slowly."Is that your dream?" He probed.Sephira smiled at him, "Yeah. I died when I was eighteen years old. So I don't know the feeling of walking down the aisle with your chosen one."Hyperion stroked his chin, "Then, I will be your wingman." He decided and smirked, "So, I won't let the undeserved guy take my sister away."Sephira pinched his cheek affectionately, "Aren't you the cutest~"Hyperion pouted, "So, do you want to marry Abraxas?"Sephira was startled by the question. "What makes you think like that?" she asked him back.Hyperion shrugged, "The way he looks at you is different." Sephira laughed out loud, "Does he look at me like the way you look at Tom??" Hadrian's cheeks reddened, and he avoided Sephira's gaze. His sister smiled at him fondly, "You are not really subtle, you know." Sephira giggled. "All of our family noticed," she raised her finger one by one, "Mother, Father, Sephiroth, Alice, even Uncle Belial, and Uncle Nebiros."Hyperion is mortified; he really wants the ground to swallow him in. Sephira, with a teasing smirk, pinched his cheek. "Don't worry. I think you two are cute together." And now, Sephira succeeded in distracting his question. - Hyperion at the age of 19 years old (Before his death)In the evening, Hyperion found Sephira sitting on a chair on the balcony, watching the half-moon with a cup of tea in hand. He plopped down silently.Their time to fulfill the quest is until 25 years old, but they can't do anything if the quest fails before it's time."Seph, can't you just tell me about your quest?"Sephira sipped her tea and calmly replied, "What would you do if you knew about it?"Hyperion is silent. All of these years, he has never heard anything, even a hint, about Sephira's quest. His parents also refused to tell him; even Sephiroth, the family butler, only smiled at him. And there is no need to ask Alice and his uncles; they wouldn't know. But Hyperion is worried. He may be a Master of Death, but he can't change his family's Fate.And Sephira is the first sibling he ever had. He doesn't want to lose her.Sensing her brother's anxiousness, she smiled a little, "Don't worry about it. Even if - a big if - somehow I failed mine, it doesn't mean I will stop fighting." Sephira turned to her brother, looking him in the eye, "Hype, I am a greedy person. I would never let the chance to live slip from my hands." Her amethyst eyes shone with magic, "Not in my previous life, not now."Hyperion nodded. He believes her.
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After Hyperion's death, Harry Potter's consciousness slipped into a familiar yet unwelcome realm—the Death’s realm. He found himself standing in the endless black void, the boundaries of existence and time blurring together as he faced the one responsible for this twisted game—Death.In the eerie silence of the void, Harry's frustration boiled over. He clenched his fists, trembling with the weight of his emotions."You!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the emptiness. "You did this! You knew what would happen! You threw me into that life, and now it’s over. Tom is ruined, Sephira’s gone—everything I cared about is destroyed because of your damned quest for entertainment!"Death stood nearby, their presence felt rather than seen, a shadowy figure whose expression remained inscrutable. There was an air of amusement about them, as if Harry's rage was nothing more than a fleeting tantrum in the grand scheme of eternity.Harry felt his chest tighten with a mix of grief and anger. He had been reborn, forced to live again, and in the end, he had found love, family, and purpose—only to lose it all in a cruel twist of fate. He had saved Tom from becoming a monster, yet his own death had shattered everything, and Tom had been consumed by the very darkness they fought against.“Do you know what you've done?" Harry's voice cracked with emotion, his body trembling. "Tom destroyed himself because of me. Sephira... she failed her quest. You made sure of that, didn't you?”Death tilted their head slightly, their voice calm and cold. You misunderstand, Master. I offered you the chance to live again, and you accepted. I did not force your hand. Your choices were yours alone."Choices?" Harry spat, taking a step forward. "What choices did I have? You didn’t give me a choice. You used me. And for what? Your amusement?"Death regarded him silently, a heavy stillness settling over the void. The weight of the truth sank into Harry's heart. It was all a game to them—a game in which he was just another pawn, pushed and pulled at their whim.Yes, Death finally replied, their voice smooth and indifferent. I seek amusement, and the lives of mortals are always fascinating. Your soul, your journey, your suffering—it’s all part of the tapestry. But you, Harry Potter, are different. You are my Master, and your actions ripple through every realm. That is why I gave you no quest. You shape fate, but in the end, you return here—always.Harry's breath hitched, a wave of despair washing over him. He couldn’t escape this cycle, couldn’t protect the people he cared about. It always led back here—Death’s realm."You can't control everything, even with all your power," Harry said bitterly, tears welling in his eyes. "You didn't control Tom. You didn't stop him from breaking."Death regarded him, their shadowy form shifting. No, I do not control every thread of fate. Some souls burn too brightly. Some paths must be walked. Tom Riddle’s fall was his own doing, just as yours was your own choice. But his soul is still mine, as is yours.Harry’s rage surged again. "You don't understand! Tom was... he was more than that! He was more than just a dark wizard! I saw it! I felt it! We could have had a different life—Sephira, Tom, all of us. But you... you took it all away."There was a long silence, the weight of eternity pressing down on Harry. Death remained unmoved, their form as implacable as ever.Is that what you believe? Death asked softly, almost mockingly. That you were meant for something more? That love would have saved you? Mortals always forget. Death is inevitable. Love, power, ambition—they all lead here.Harry fell to his knees, exhausted, emotionally shattered. He had wanted to believe that things could have been different. That his love for Tom, Sephira’s strength, their family's bond—it could have changed fate.But in Death’s realm, none of that mattered.“I hate you,” Harry whispered, his voice breaking. “I hate this.”Death moved closer, a cold presence beside him. Hate all you want, Master. But know this: no matter what YOU are bound to me."Harry closed his eyes. He felt defeated, powerless in the face of the cosmic forces that had manipulated his life from the very beginning.And now, Death continued, you will rest here for a while. But don't worry, Master, that will be the last time I threw your soul without your permission.With those final words, Death faded into the void, leaving Harry alone in the vast emptiness of their realm. His thoughts circled endlessly—Tom, Sephira, the futures that had been snatched away from him. He couldn’t let it end like this.He wouldn’t let it end like this.With a shaky breath, Harry lifted his head and whispered, "Death... I want to make a bargain."The void around him shifted, and the familiar presence of Death slowly materialized before him once more. The figure regarded him with a curious, almost amused tilt, as though they had been waiting for this very moment.A bargain, Master? Death's voice was as cold and distant as ever. You know better than most that bargains with me rarely end in the favor of mortals.Harry swallowed hard, his gaze unwavering. "I’m not just a mortal. Not anymore. And you know that. I’ll agree to be your entertainment this time. But I want something in return."Death’s presence seemed to solidify, the air around them becoming even more suffocating. And what is it that you want? Do you wish for life again? You know how this cycle works, Master.Harry’s heart pounded in his chest, but his voice was firm. "No. Not for me. I want them back. Sephira and Tom. I want their souls. Even if they can't remember their past lives, I want them to be with me.Always.My sister and my lover."For a moment, Death was silent, considering Harry’s request. The void seemed to ripple with anticipation, as if the universe itself was holding its breath. Finally, Death spoke, their voice colder and sharper than before.
You ask too much.
Sephira and Tom’s souls are mine. They are bound to their fates, just as
you are bound to yours. What makes you think you can alter what is already written?
Harry stood, unflinching in the face of Death's cold gaze. "I don’t care about what’s written. I care about them. I know you slip souls for your entertainment, for your games. You’ve done it with me. I’m offering you my soul in exchange. You can have me forever—for you never-ending entertainment. If you bring Sephira and Tom with me, I will go, through whatever universe you send me to... I’ll do it willingly."Death’s figure moved closer, their shadowy form looming over Harry. You offer your soul? And what makes you think you can endure eternity like this? Reborn again and again, if They—if I agree to your terms— and they will remain by your side, but never as they were?
They will not know you.
They will not remember the love you shared.
You will have to find them, seek them out every time. And each time, they may not love you as they once did.
Can you bear that, Master?
Harry’s resolve hardened. His love for Tom and Sephira ran too deep, their bond too strong to be broken by time or memory to him. "Yes," he said quietly but firmly. "Even if they don’t remember me, I’ll always find them. I’ll always choose them. I’ll take that chance, as long as I know they’re with me. That’s the only thing that matters."Death seemed to contemplate his words, their form flickering and pulsing as if weighing the gravity of the bargain. The silence stretched on, the void swirling in response to the cosmic forces at play.And Death spoke again, their voice a chilling whisper that echoed through the emptiness. There is one more condition to this bargain. A final term that will ensure the balance remains intact.Harry’s heart skipped a beat as he sensed the weight of what was coming. "What condition?"Death’s shadowed form leaned closer, the cold presence pressing in on Harry. You will forget your life as Hyperion until you are reborn in the same universe. Only when you are born again and experience the same universe will your memories return.
Until that moment, you will live without the burden of your past life, only your memories as Harry Potter not Hyperion Morte. But, don’t worry, you will always remember the universe purpose’s for Deities entertainment and had The Reicarnated Family of Death that would help you navigating that world.
Harry’s eyes widened. The thought of forgetting his entire life as Hyperion, the love he had for Tom, the bond with Sephira—it felt like another cruel twist of fate. "Forget? But how will I—"Death cut him off, their voice firm and unwavering. It is the only way. If you are to live through these cycles without losing your sanity, you cannot carry the weight of your past lives at all times. You will forget until the moment your soul reawakens within the body destined for you in that particular universe.Harry swallowed hard, feeling the icy grip of fear close around his heart. The thought of wandering without memory of Tom and Sephira, of being separated from the love and bond they shared, felt like a new kind of torture. But... if this was the price to have them back, to find them again, he would accept it.His voice wavered slightly as he asked, "And when I’m reborn... when I remember, will they remember me too?"Death’s presence shifted slightly, an almost imperceptible tilt. No. They will not remember their past lives. You alone will carry that burden. But you will always have the chance to find them, to rebuild what was lost. They may love you again, or they may not. That is the nature of existence, Master.Harry closed his eyes, taking in the enormity of this final condition. It was a heavy price to pay, but he had already resolved himself. If forgetting meant he could still have Tom and Sephira by his side, even if they didn’t remember their bond, he would take it.He exhaled slowly, nodding. "I accept."Finally, Death spoke, their tone shifting into something almost... satisfied. Very well. You will be bound to your request, Harry Potter. Your soul will be mine, but I will allow you to have Sephira and Tom accompany you through every universe you traverse. But remember... this is no guarantee of happiness.
The bargain is struck.
With those words, Harry felt a cold wave wash over him, his consciousness slipping into the vast abyss of oblivion. His memories of Hyperion—of Tom, of Sephira, of everything they had shared—began to fade, dissolving like mist in the morning light.But just before everything was lost to him, Harry held onto one last thought:
I will find you again.
Then, the void consumed him entirely, and Harry Potter, the Master of Death, drifted into the endless cycle of rebirth, waiting for the day his memories would return and his search for the ones he loved would begin anew.