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Harry became aware randomly, but that awareness didn't do much for him. When he finally came to himself, he found that he was surrounded on all sides by liquid. Yet… he wasn't drowning? His lungs weren't screaming for air. He didn't feel panicked.
Distantly, he could hear voices and had to wonder what was going on.
You died.
Death.
You died, little Master. Your soul was taken and placed into a new body. The only reason you remember yourself is that you are my Master and I will it so.
Yes. He remembered his death. One hundred and ninety-two years old, on his deathbed. Outside of the Flamels, he'd lived the longest out of anyone in the Wixen World. It had been world news every time he managed to make it another year.
Harry hadn't even been ill or anything. He'd just been tired and told Death that it was time for him to go. Goodbyes were made, a Will was written, and then Death took him away.
This hadn't been what he'd expected on his Next Great Adventure though!
You will live a new life, Death told him. In this new world, you will find yourself involved in some very world-altering events in the future. I won't tell you what you should do with yourself, but no matter what you want, you will be involved.
Great.
He hated secrets.
And you won't be born for a while, Death added. You are the result of a union between two Pureblood Vampires. At this time, vampires are different than the ones you know of. Purebloods can trace their lineage all the way back to their founding ancestors and have no human blood in their veins. Their bodies are different and pregnancies in either gender can last up to five years.
What the hell?
Who willing just goes, yes, I'm going to be pregnant for five years!
Harry had only heard of people talking about what it was like and he certainly hadn't ever thought it sounded great.
Born Vampires age slowly but mentally mature faster than humans. Your new body has been in the womb for nineteen months. It took that long for you to regain consciousness. You won't be born for another twelve months and in that time your body will strengthen and your magic, which you still have as it is tied to your soul, will grow with you. If it wasn't your soul in this body, then the mind of the child in question would be around age five in human years, once born. You are a special case however.
Wait! Did that mean he would be aware for the birth?
Yes.
Merlin, no! I don't want to be aware of that!
Too bad.
Death was so very cruel.
I hate you.
The last twelve months felt like they went by slowly as he couldn't open his eyes yet and it was all weirdly wet. Every now and then sound would make it through from the outside world and he was left to wonder about where he was in the world. He couldn't place accents or tones.
Death wasn't exactly being forthcoming with answers. Something about being unable to directly influence everything, despite quite literally influencing everything by placing Harry's soul is this fetus' body.
Harry tried hard not to think about the details of where exactly he was located as it always brought him back to the knowledge of birth in his near future. No, thank you. He would rather just sit in the dark and think about Quidditch, or economic, or even Potions.
[MONTH 20]
He tried moving for the first time. Not enough to hurt the person carrying him, but enough to let his presence be known and hopefully to get some more attention to lessen the boredom he felt all the time.
And his wish was granted!
Suddenly, there was more sound. After some time, he realized it was music. Like someone had placed a pair of headphones on the stomach of his carrier to entertain him somewhat. From what little he knew of music, someone had decided to play him some classical music. He could recognize the violins easily, but the song in particular was lost to him.
It was appreciated. He wiggled a bit in gratitude. Something different to pass the time with when Death wasn't around.
It wasn't as if Death could just ignore work to bother with him whenever he had a slight problem. Whoever was carrying him had his gratitude.
Though he really did wish Death could delegate to the Reapers a bit more often so everything wasn't silent all the time.
[MONTH 21]
The classical music was replaced soon after with something more rock influenced. It was a nice change. The sharp sounds that came across were more interesting to listen to even if he couldn't recognize the songs being played.
He could hear someone speaking to him now and then. The voice couldn't be specifically made out, but the lilt sounded pleasing and therefore he determined it to be happy.
It would suck if he ended up born to someone who didn't want him. Harry was tired of being unwanted. Almost two centuries of dealing with the Wixen World being so bloody on the fence regarding his existence made him tired.
Couldn't he get lucky just once?
A life where he wasn't suddenly a social pariah every other year? That would be lovely.
[MONTH 22]
Another switch up on the music this month. It was much more softer but not in the classical way. He really didn't know what genre it would be considered, but it was relaxing to listen to.
In this month, he got a little more movement in, carefully stretching out and testing his boundaries. Once again, Harry wasn't out to harm anyone, he was just sick of being inside such a cramped space and wondered how normal babies could handle it.
Was it possible to get claustrophobia this early on in life? Even though he was over a hundred and ninety by technicality?
Normal babies weren't really aware in the womb though, huh? What kind of Merlin-damned shite did he end up trapped in?
Were the original vampires like this? Did other Creatures and Beings have similar pregnancies? Why wasn't that more public knowledge?
Despite how annoying it was, it would have far more interesting to learn in school than other subjects.
History of Magic was useless to practically everyone. They could have focused on something else since they didn't want to fire the droning ghost. Let him sit in the classroom talking to himself and make students do something useful.
Even by the time he'd died, headmasters of Hogwarts simply refused to fire Binns! All that lost time and for what? Students had to teach themselves in preparation for their History of Magic O.W.L.s!
He was still aggravated by it to this day.
He could have learned so many new things in all those lost hours of life.
This life, he vowed to take advantage of this new chance to learn more. He'd also try not to get burn out too quickly.
[MONTH 23]
In his free time, Harry conversed mentally with Death whenever They had the time.
The Being didn't want to give him all the answers about this place he'd ended up in, thinking Harry should learn for himself, but They were at least willing to explain a few things ahead of time.
Vampire children in this new world weren't born with fangs. It took a few years of life for them to descend. In the time before that, they feasted on the energy of others around them, which required a lot of physical contact for feeding purposes. Death warned him that he wouldn't be allowed outside for a while once his fangs grew in.
Apparently, the craving for human blood would spike at that time and he'd be locked inside until he learned to control his thirst. This was something that absolutely would happen no matter the state of his mental fortitude.
To make things even more fucked up… Harry's sperm donor was apparently a not-so-good individual who revived Harry's mother from a two hundred-year sleep, just for the sole purpose of her having his child.
He knew what that meant. This was not a willing pregnancy, but despite the situation, his mother was still happy to have him.
It put a damper on things, but that was just how life worked.
Still, Harry resolved to be the best damn child ever. He would be nothing like his sperm donor.
[MONTHS 24-29]
Nothing much changed. Harry continued to get new information about this newness to the world. But only in bits and pieces.
His senses sharpened as the time passed. He could now hear the words of his mother clearly. She spoke in fluent Japanese. Harry's new life was in Japan. Harry had to learn a whole new language.
After almost two centuries of life, Harry had become fluent in many languages simply because he was bored so why not do something useful with himself? British English, BSL, Cantonese, Hebrew, French, Spanish, Italian, Norwegian, Portuguese, and Swahili. He'd been trying to learn the ever elusive Lithuanian by the time he'd died, but only managed a child's level of understanding in it.
Thankfully, he still recalled all the languages he already knew so there was no need for him to relearn those. It was just Japanese now.
And Death had taken to translating the things he heard on a daily basis. There was an adamant refusal to just give Harry the knowledge of the language. Something about not being able to mentally handle it yet, so why shouldn't he just learn on his own?
It had been annoying, but he accepted the Being's reasoning. It would be a bit too suspicious after all. He would have to downplay his knowledge already.
Even for a Pureblood Vampire, that was more advanced than the common Aristocratic Vampire, it'd be a bit too suspicious if he was too advanced. Unfair and annoying considering the circumstances.
[MONTH 30]
Time was coming upon him. As his birth date drew near, Harry's excitement grew as well!
He'd be getting out of the dark place and would finally get to see light! And feel the fresh air!
It was all so exciting! He couldn't wait to make some treacle tart again! When he was finally allowed to cook for himself, it was totally happening!
Though he had been warned. Purebloods were, for the most part, honoured. Ridiculously. More than Pureblood Wix were in his time. Since there were only seven Pureblood families left to the vampires, anyone born of those families was practically worshiped. Even if they were unlikeable as an individual they still had to be respected.
His ability to do anything for himself would be hampered for a long time. He'd have servants following him around, wanting to do everything for him. They'd argue over him being able to cook for himself, or dress himself. Wouldn't let him do anything they thought might get him hurt.
But Harry was prepared! He was supposed to be a Slytherin in his past life. He'd grown to become more crafty over the years as he aged and gain more experience. He should very well be able to get his way so long as he was crafty enough!
[MONTH 31]
The clock was ticking down.
The clock was ticking down.
Hi-ho the derry-o!
The clock was ticking down!
Hanadagi Haruhi couldn't even begin to explain her relief over her pregnancy being over. Going into labor on July 30th at ten in the morning had been the best news she could ever get.
No, she'd never given birth before, but after thirty-one months of being pregnant, there was no way this was any harder than those months of cravings and aches and bloating.
Her child, Hanadagi Hirohito, was born at 12:01 in the morning on July 31st. She'd been in labor for so little time compared to her own mother who'd been in labor for 40+ hours with her and her siblings.
And when she finally got a look at her child… he was like a replica of his father. It almost hurt to look at him if she were to be honest. But the relief she felt when she noticed his eyes, couldn't even be described.
They were green. Not icy blue like her own eyes, nor did he suffer from heterochromia like his father did. His eyes were simply a bright shade of green that should be impossible, not only in a humanoid being but in a baby!
He came out with a full head of hair, all messy like his father's hair, and his skin was fair as well. Extra details would become obvious as he grew, but for now, she was relieved.
"Hello, Hiro-kun," she sighed, smiling down at him. She was grateful that Rido wasn't here. He'd no doubt ruin the moment like he ruined everything. She just wanted to enjoy this time with her son without anything getting in the way.
And her precious Hiro looked up at her with wide eyes, fully focused. She knew vampire children were more advanced, but she had expected him to suffer the usual sensory issues of newborns at the very least. Maybe being a Pureblood was truly that different. Her own birth had been so long ago and she barely remembered the details.
Green eyes followed her thin fingers as she waved them to and fro above his face. He definitely could see just fine. It was remarkable.
And he hadn't cried once. She'd been warned of babies being needy and loud, but Hiro wasn't like that.
Though maybe that would change once he got used to his new surroundings.
His first year as a Pureblood Vampire was… something else.
Everyone spoke to him like he was already an adult. He didn't know if it was just for the sake of respect or because vampire children were mentally further ahead than human children. Either way, he appreciated being part of the conversation even if he had no idea what they were talking about half the time.
Still, he managed to pick up words very quickly and associate phrases as well. Now and then Death was there to assist, but no one knew about Their presence.
His mother was named Hanadagi Haruhi and she was a blue-eyed blonde with hair the colour of the lightest corn silk, and was very beautiful. Like Fleur Delacour kind of beautiful. Death told him that it was just how Purebloods were though. Striking, and enough to take one's breath away at any moment.
As for Harry, he'd been named Hirohito. Death had informed him that the kanji used made it mean, "Generous" or "Benevolent". Harry just found it ironic that his new name sounded like the English "Hero". He was sick of being the hero to everyone's tale!
And yet he decided he wanted to be called Hiro for short.
Meeting his sperm donor only happened when he'd officially been out of the womb for eight months. In that time, Hiro had already begun to roll around and crawl. He could articulate sounds(when on his own) but had refused to speak yet because he wanted to not sound like a baby when he finally deigned to speak to someone for the first time.
His ability to grasp complex topics had improved. He could move around a lot and had been practicing his walk in private when no one was around.
As a vampire, his senses were advanced. He could tell when people came too close. He didn't need his magic to tell him he was being watched. There was simply a feeling that accompanied the other vampires in the house.
Of course it could be because they weren't trying to hide from him. Maybe they were trying to help him get used to being around others. He didn't know for sure.
In his free time, Harry took to pulling books off of whatever he could reach and simply sitting and staring. Nothing in his room or his playroom was in a language he knew, it was all Japanese. He was aware of a library somewhere in the building and simply needed to find it! There had to be something inside in a language he could understand!
Though his little hands couldn't really grasp things well enough yet unfortunately.
It was during one of his many escapes, where he crawled away from his nanny before she could find him, that he found the door to the library. And he knew what it was because he'd seen through the windows on the doors while crawling down the stairs! It was only when he was on the seventh step that he finally got a good view into the room in question.
So he was sat there, trying to get his magic to work like it should, to open the door for him. His magic lashed out a bit and bounced off the wood of the door, coming back to hit him instead and knock him over.
The hell?
He was the one in charge, not the magic!
With a glare, Hiro sat up and forced his power out again to do his bidding. While he'd been aiming for the handle to move and open the door so he could slip inside quietly, he ended up blasting both doors off their hinges, sending them flying into the room he'd been anxious to see for so long! They crashed into something made of glass and there was a loud grinding sound as a result of his efforts.
His eyes bugged, having never expected that kind of reaction from his magic before. "Fuck." There. His first word of this life, but in English. No one needed to know about it either.
Realising that he would be fucked if someone caught him at the scene of the crime, Hiro rolled over onto his front and began speed-crawling back to the stairs. He could pretend that he'd been hiding under a table in one of the drawing rooms if he kept up the innocent face well enough. Who would think that a baby was capable of such levels of destruction?
He'd made it to the tenth step when he felt himself being hauled into someone's arms suddenly, and found himself facing an unknown man who was smirking down at him.
"Well, little bird, it seems you're a lot more interesting than I would have expected of you," the man said in perfect English, his heterochromatic eyes looking darkly amused. The shape of his hair looked familiar, and it was then that Hiro realised that this had to be his sperm donor.
There was something about his presence that was different from everyone but Haruhi's. And if he felt like Hiro's mother, then he too was a Pureblood and there was no other reason for another not-blond Pureblood to be in the Hanadagi Manor.
And while the man held him gently, there was an underlying malevolence to his aura that made Hiro uncomfortable. Also, how dare he come around after eight months, acting as if he was welcome! Where the bloody hell had he been all this time?!
"I am Kuran Rido, little one. Your father."
And that was when Rido marched them both upstairs towards the nursery, where they found his nanny Momo, and his mother Haruhi, looking around for him frantically, running from room to room. Both stiffened once Rido entered the corridor, and turned to face him slowly. Momo instantly fell into a deep bow as was expected of her when in a Pureblood's presence. Haruhi's eyes narrowed as she looked Hiro over, assessing possible damages.
"What? No greeting?" Rido asked teasingly, trailing a long nail down Hiro's chubby cheek and making him shiver. That nail had the power to slice through his skin like a hot knife through butter. He'd be dead before he even realised it.
"Good afternoon, Rido-sama!" Momo said, only a slight tremour in her voice. A valiant effort on her part since Harry was terrified!
"Imagine my surprise when I find my Heir wandering the ground floor all by his lonesome and not only forcing the library doors open with his powers, but also swearing in clear English when he witnessed the destruction he had caused."
Both women stiffened along with Hiro. Of course he'd witnessed what had happened. Merlin dammit!
"Where did he learn such a filthy word, I wonder?" Rido asked almost playfully, but unable or possibly unwilling to hide the malice in his tone. He continued to rub Hiro's cheek in slow circles, the threat against Hiro's life ever present.
Haruhi shook her head. "None but I are fluent in English, and I certainly have never spoken it in his presence. I haven't spoken English in several years in fact."
"Ah, but youths often prefer to learn the filthy words first, my dear. They are ever so easy to learn after all. I know you aren't to blame though, worry not. However, I grow tired of this dragging on, so I'll ask again, where did he learn such filth?"
This time he was far less pleasant, tightening his hold on Hiro and making him uncomfortable. Hiro couldn't hold back the fear he felt either, since he could tell that this man was the kind to inflict pain simply because he enjoyed the act. He reminded the boy of Voldemort in that way, but maybe a bit more sane than Tom had been in the end.
Before either woman could answer Rido, their entire section of the corridor was covered in blood from where Momo's head exploded suddenly. Her body crumbled in on itself and turned into dust and ash, leaving only her clothes behind and nothing else.
Warm blood trailed down Hiro's cheek as he continued blinking in horror. Rido had killed Momo. Over a word. Momo wasn't even one of the servants to have English-speaking ancestry! She'd done nothing wrong to deserve being killed so cruelly!
And Rido had destroyed her so easily. He hadn't even moved to do so. She was standing there... and then she was gone.
Fear blanketed the corridor easily, the scent a disgusting taint to the air, seeping from both Hiro and Haruhi. Her fear was for both of their lives, and his was for the realisation that he was weak right now and could potentially be in danger at any time! His sperm donor was a madman who would willingly kill someone just because he'd been annoyed and he wanted to take his anger out on someone in some way!
There was a low shushing in his ear as Rido swayed him a little, as if that would make everything better. He could feel Rido's fangs brush against his ear and stiffened even further, but the hands holding him remained gentle and obviously knowing of how to hold a baby.
"At least the boy seems intelligent," Rido commented, seemingly back to normal as if he didn't just murder someone for no good reason! "What is his name and how long was the pregnancy?"
Haruhi, visibly shaking now, said, "He is Hirohito, and it took thirty-one months and thirteen days, Rido-sama. He showed awareness at nineteen months in and has progressed very well since then. He was born with fully-developed senses on July 31st at 12:01 in the morning."
Rido turned Hiro so they could be eye to eye once again. "You speak," the man said. It wasn't a question, and Hiro got the feeling that it was a demand for him to prove himself or else. He had no interest in finding out what the 'or else' would be.
"Yes," he answered in Japanese just to be safe.
He could hear Haruhi gasp from behind him, since he hadn't spoken to her at all. He'd been waiting and would have continued to wait if Rido hadn't gotten involved.
Rido's lips split into a demented grin. "Perfect."
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