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    The Dursleys didn't raise Harry Potter to be a very good boy.

    Mildest of fusions with Sherlock Holmes

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    01 Mar 2021

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    The fake Harry Potter before him laughed, coughed, and fell feebly to his knees. "Ooh, its working fast now," he said breathlessly. "Sorry about my behaviour, I was fed some diluted Felix Felicis before this, I'm still a bit high on it," he added, grinning. "And no, Potter didn't. He hired a consultant to do the work for him, or so I imagine. You might've heard of him. If not, then your followers probably have."

    "What consultant?" Voldemort demanded acidly, looking like he was about to fall as well, while behind him his followers exchanged worried glances.

    "I'll give you a hint – or Potter will, anyway. He wanted me to tell you, before the end, and I quote," the fake Harry Potter said, clearing his throat. "I am not the Holmes to your Moriarty."

    While Voldemort fell to his knees, blinking with incomprehension, around him the Death Eaters's exchanged looks and turned decisively, panicked and terror stricken. As the Dark Lord turned, reaching a shaking hand out towards Lucius Malfoy, the Death Eaters all backed away hurriedly.

    "Help me," the Dark Lord demanded. The Death Eaters backed away further, a few shaking their heads, a couple looking like they would've liked no more than to apparate away.

    "They won't," the fake Harry Potter said, while falling to his face on the ground, pale and shaking all over. He laughed softly, partly muffled by the earth. "No one will. Moriarty even has Dumbledore under his thumb – your little Death Eaters wouldn't stand a chance." With that said, and with another breathless laugh, he died, stilling where he lay, to forever retain the polyjuiced form of Harry Potter.

    "Damn it. Damn him. Moriarty," Voldemort growled. "I will kill him. I will kill him."

    "I rather doubt that," a new voice said, and a man in a dark cloak walked closer, with a cane at his side and a memorandum book in his hand. As the Death Eaters looked up worriedly, Moriarty flipped the book shut and pushed it into his pocket, lifting his forgettable face and smiling.

    "Hello, my gentle wizards and witches," Moriarty said, while walking up to the dying Dark Lord and pressing the end of his cane to the back of the Dark Lord's head, pressing his face to the cold, dark dirt. "Harry Potter hired me to ensure the death of one Lord Voldemort, as well as the heroic death of his own famous person. So I rather think that your witness accounts tonight have some… risk to them," he trailed away, grinding Voldemort's face into the dirt as the Dark Lord breathed his last, soon to fall still. Then, without any visible reason, the body began to rapidly deteriorate, decaying before their eyes.

    Moriarty smiled, while the Death Eaters, nailed to their places by his dead, cold gaze, stared helplessly back. "Shall we talk business?"

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    Harry gets another chance - and another and another. At some point, they stop feeling like chances at all.

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    01 Mar 2021

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    In his hundred and first life, he goes through the motions as he did in his first life, as close as he can remember. He befriends Hermione and Ron and kills Quirrell with his touch during his first year and saves Ginny from the basilisk in the second. He accuses Sirius of betrayal before embracing him and watches how Pettigrew escapes. He faces the tournament in his fourth year and brings Cedric's body back in the end. In his fifth year he stands up to Umbridge and gets the scars to prove it and at the end of the year he watches his godfather vanishing behind the veil, helpless and wishing got join him, knowing it wouldn't change anything. That summer, he lures Slughorn into teaching at Hogwarts and eventually watches how Dumbledore falls, all according to the grand design. At seventeen year old, he hunts down Horcruxes, and kills Voldemort and everybody celebrates.

    He marries Ginny Weasley and has three children. He becomes an Auror and eventually the director of the Auror office. He’s famous and well liked and by the time he’s fifty, he becomes the Minister for Magic, and remains such for thirty years. He dies at the age of ninety eight of natural causes without anyone knowing he was living through his life like it was a pre-written play, dancing around other people like they were pieces on some grand chessboard, all the time waiting for a blow that would end it and make it rewind.

    He dies without getting an answer to the only question he has left. Why?

    And everything starts again.

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    Harry takes another option in the King's Cross Station, and changes the course of a world

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    01 Mar 2021

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    Kakashi and Mai have made it to Konoha, but nothing is the same and everything is delicate and breakable.

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    22 Feb 2021

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    "Sawada Natsuki does not exist," the baby said, voice high and squeaky in complete odds with the way the gun never wavered. "Not in the hospital records, or any records in fact. Until Sawada Tsunayoshi was four years old, he was an only child."

     

    So why then did Tsuna have a twin brother?

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    14 Feb 2021

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    "Who are you, is the wrong question, isn't it?" Reborn stated, making the twins twitch at the sound of his voice. "It's supposed to be, 'What are you?'"

    Natsu sighed and placed his hand on the table. His hand, a perfect copy of Tsuna's hand save for the different scars and callouses Natsu had from playing the violin and Tsuna from playing the guitar.

    "I was made to be...a companion," Natsu said, eyes still on his hand. He didn't look anyone in the eye. Tsuna just felt cold.

    "Initially, a companion," he continued. "But...I became a brother."

    The tingle at the back of his head, the one that prodded at him and saved him so much trouble, acted up then. And...he knew.

    Tsuna knew. That sick sensation he'd been feeling since seeing Reborn with a gun intensified. He knew, and he could no longer go back to being in denial.

    He had known.

    Natsu. Natsu had suddenly appeared when he was asleep, and he woke up with a look alike clutching his hand. Then Natsu had opened his eyes and smiled at Tsuna in complete adoration.

    And Tsuna. Lonely Tsuna who had just had his mother for company for days on end, smiled back. Four years old and not knowing better, he'd named his apparition, his doppelganger and made him his brother.

    And taught him how to be human.

    Years, and Tsuna had forgotten.

    That...that was a good question. What...was Natsu made of?

    Natsu was looking at Tsuna now, and his eyes were sad. So sad. Come to think of it, he had never seen his brother cry, or bleed.

    "You remember," Natsu whispered, wonder in his eyes and speaking as though it was just two of them and there was no Reborn. "I woke up holding you. And you held back. You were the first thing I saw, Nii-san."

    Tsuna took in a breath and it hitched. "You smiled at me," Tsuna whispered back. "And I knew. I would never be alone again."

    Natsu smiled, that same childish smile of Tsuna's memory. "Yes. Because you made me. You were so lonely, so desperate for a friend, that you wished me into existence."

    There. It was said. The truth. The answer to Reborn's question.

    Saying it out loud made it real. Natsu looked so pale.

    "And I made you real, permanent, when I gave you a name," Tsuna continued, closing his eyes. He felt so cold.

    "A flame construct," Reborn's high pitched voice interrupted, making both of them flinch.