'Well, it seems i really am reborn. From what i gathered from my memories, I am not the boy-who-lived. My father died fighting the lestranges when they broke into our house, but he killed them all before he died. It seems i have twin sister named Rose.' Harry thought as he inspected his surroundings. He realized he was inside a crib along with his sister inside a small room.
"Hello, my dear little ones." a gentle and graceful voice invoking the feeling of warm summer causes Harry to snap out of his mind wandering.
Hearing the voice, he turns towards the source, witnessing a moment that will be etched into his mind for all eternity.
Long, luscious hair cascading like midnight rivers enchanted with crimson chaos, dark as the void between realities yet shimmering with subtle scarlet highlights that dance like embers at night sky. Her complexion gleams with a pale porcelain perfection, infused with a healthy, milk-like glow that radiates otherworldly vitality, framing her flawless egg-shaped face that seems sculpted by fate itself.
Her face forms a perfect oval, softened into an egg-like symmetry that's both striking and approachable. Almond-shaped eyes dominate, wide and expressive with large, deep brown pupils brimming with intensity, curiosity, and a subtle vulnerability—perfectly suited for her roles that blend strength and emotion. Above them arch delicately thin willow eyebrows, precisely placed to accentuate her gaze's natural allure.
A straight, refined nose bridges the space between, leading to full crimson-red lips that curve into a signature subtle pout—the lower lip plush and invitingly thicker, often marked by a faint, endearing mole just off-center on the right side. Magnetic green eyes that seem to draw anyone looking inside, adding a playful contrast to her peerless beauty, timeless and magnetic at every angle.
She looks so much like Elizabeth Olsen that she could pass off as her twin. In fact, she is more beautiful than her.
Seeing such a beautiful woman smiling at him with eyes full of tenderness and love, something that he had never experienced before, made him unconsciously reach out towards the woman's face.
Seeing the action of her newborn, the woman couldn't help but shed a tear of joy as she watched him, bringing him even closer to her as she muttered under her breath, "I will never let anything happen to you, my dear."
Recalling everything that happened before he arrived at that completely dark place, the young man Harry couldn't help but laugh in his mind as he thought that it wasn't his time to die yet. Looking at the mature woman carrying his new body, his mind froze as he stared at her, mesmerized by her appearance and the surrounding aura.
"Awawa" Harry's body sounded in an attempt to voice out what he had in mind, thoughts of how extremely beautiful the woman in front of him was.
At this sight, the woman smiles at him as she brings her head closer towards her son as she gently rubs her nose against the infant, after doing so, she does something that would put him into quite the dilemma.
he never really managed to explore the wonders of the human body, ergo, sex but now, not only is the young man in his early twenties in the arms of a goddess like woman of a mother, that very same woman has her upper body now completely exposed as she pulls down the robe covering her, revealing a huge, perfectly teardrop shaped mounds with a relatively large pinks surrounding the same colored little buds atop its mountain peak.
As the mature woman guides him towards her nipples, the breastmilk began to flow like a floodgate opened once he was latched onto it, the flavor permeating his mouth can only be described as nothing but heavenly, along with a weird warmth that causes him to be addicted in no time.
This will be the routine in which the lives of the mother and son will revolve for some years, waking up early in the morning, breast feeding, the child listening to his mother's story about the outside, playing around and sleeping.
Going like this, he gradually accepted his new identity and completely let go of his past, and only acknowledging his existence as Harry Potter, his mother's son.