I do not own the characters or settings of HP and HxH at all and I am only creating this story for entertainment purposes

Chapter 1

Found x Family

The sky was blue with just some clouds and the sun illuminated the city of London. In the middle of London, two youths sat on a chair in the terrace of a chair as they drank a coffee.

"Are you sure about this?"

Ginny stared with a heartbroken expression at Harry who had to look away. He knows Ginny wants him to date her but he can´t say yes because he doesn´t wish to date her. It has been some months since the end of the war and he just can find it in him to love her…he tried but he can´t like her like more than the sister of his best friend.

He smiles sadly at her, his forest green eyes showing the pain he felt for doing such a thing to her;

"Look…out here are a lot of people way better than someone like me, Ginny"

Ginny shook her head as she furrowed her eyebrows, her red hair following the movements ;

"I doubt here is anyone better than Harry Potter, boy-who-lived and defeater of the Dark Lord out here!" she exclaimed loudly making the people around her turn to look at them weirdly, some even hushing their children away when they stopped to look.

Great…now they think we are crazy Harry thought while sighing then when the words registered in his head, he stared at her funnily;

"Ginny…do you even love me for anything else than those titles?" he asked her slightly vexed.

"What do you mean?" she asked feeling insulted "Obviously I like you for something else than those titles!"

Harry didn´t know why but he didn´t believe her. He drank his coffee in thought before shaking his head and finally opening his mouth;

"Ginny…I´m sorry to say this but I don´t think what you love is me but the boy who lived, the one who you grew hearing stories of…fake stories." He told the surprised Ginny honestly who tried to tell him it was not the case, he just shook his head at her words and got up from his chair while saying "I think it´s time for me to go…think about what I told you"

He took some money and paid for the coffees before walking away toward the crowd, letting Ginny behind as she stared at his back, losing sight of him after some seconds before the crowd.

Harry ran under the rain cursing under his breath as he was soaked, it suddenly started raining even though some seconds ago there was not even a cloud.

"Shitty luck I have" he muttered in annoyance as his clothes stick to his body, making him uncomfortable.

He is starting to regret his decision of taking Ginny to muggle London for their conversation… he thought that if they went out the Wizardly World and into Muggle London, the probability of a reporter finding them would be lower. Who would think he would get lost in London, incapable of using magic because of the muggles surrounding him and getting soaked to death?

Because Harry hasn´t been paying attention, immersed in his thoughts, he didn't see the color of the traffic light which was in red.

"WAIT!" someone tried to stop him but it was too late…some seconds later Harry felt himself being thrown in the air, his bones breaking because of the force of the truck…the last thing Harry saw was the horrified face of the conductor.

If Harry could, he would chuckle at the irony…he didn´t die in the hands of Voldemort but because of a muggle truck.

His body fell on the floor but he couldn´t see anything, his breathing slowed rapidly and in seconds, he didn´t have a heartbeat anymore. People screamed around his body, some taking their phones out and calling an ambulance.

When the ambulance finally came, it was too late…the body was already cold.

Harry didn´t expect he would open his eyes again…but he did. The first thing he saw was the sky and when he looked down, he found himself surprised.

How couldn´t he?

He was walking on a bloody cloud.

He crouched down to touch them…it was smooth and pleasant to the touch;

"This is so fluffly…" he muttered with a pink tint on his cheeks, thinking about how good it would be to sleep in such thing. After some minutes, reluctantly he got up, looking around him with furrowed eyebrows.

He didn´t know how to feel about the fact of him being dead…how could he not know it?

"Hello!" someone greeted near Harry making him spin around in surprise, his eyes falling in amused eyes that turned into surprise and horror.

"Who are you?" asked Harry wearily. This person seems familiar to him but he is sure he never saw that person before.

The man was handsome and tall with short, pleasant to the eye, green colored messy hair and blue eyes, his face was aristocratic and seemed otherworldly. His long silver robed billowed with the wind.

"Harry…" the person said in surprise, his eyes widening full of horror.

"H-How do you know me?" asked Harry as he stepped back, observing the man across him.

"You may not believe me" the man sighed before looking seriously at Harry "I´m your father."

Harry raised an eyebrow, looking up and down at him before shaking his head;

"Liar." He deadpanned.

The man who said to be his so-called father seemed insulted, after some seconds of staring at each other the older man finally grinned, his body morphing from the handsome man to the body of James Fleamont Potter;

"It is not a lie, Spronglet!" he told with a serious face the boy across him "Can you hear me before denying it?"

Harry wasn´t sure about what to do…this man could be really his father after all. In the end, he nodded with a sigh.

The man sighed in relief, his eyes showing parental love toward Harry before he said some words in a language Harry doesn´t understand. The place slowly morphed into a room that strongly resembles the Gryffindor common room, the unique difference being the floor made of clouds.

"Please take a seat, Harry," said the man as he signaled with his fingers to a comfy seat. Harry did as told and walked toward it, sitting and pleasantly discovering that the seat is made from clouds…or at least he thinks they are. He looked up as the man took a seat across him, a table separating the two.

"You see…some years ago I had a dispute with the god of reincarnation and because of an error, I ended reincarnated as a baby human called James Potter without my memories as a god. Honestly, I was happy as a human, they were one of my happiest memories. In first year, I fell in love at first sight of a beautiful muggle born girl, your mother" as James said the last part, his eyes turned sad " After that, something that rarely happened to gods, human form or not, was the creation of a child… you were conceived and born."

Harry didn´t know what to say…his father is a god and he is here, across him!

James smiled sadly;

"When I died I recuperated all my memories. The first thing I did was to go toward where you and your mother were but…it was too late. Lily…my beautiful Lily was dead and her soul has been already reaped" James took a breath to calm himself "Thankfully you were still alive and using my powers I protected you. Contrary to popular belief…" he snorted bitterly as he signaled to the scar on Harry´s forehead "That damned scar was caused by me…I was the one to link you two"

James gritted his teeth as he thought about that night.

Harry touched his scar in thought, he didn´t think his father did anything wrong…he was just trying to protect his own son after all.

"Then…who was that man in the fourth year with mother?" he asked curiously.

James looked at him for some seconds then answered;

"When the curse Avada Kedavra is used, some of the essense of life of the one who died is absorbed…you can say it´s some sort of will. It´s not a part of the soul or anything…you can compare it to a Magical portrait."

"And the stone?" he asked dubiously.

James sighed;

"Death is not a cruel creature nor is he kind. The stone can be said the same thing…it´s like a portrait"

Harry flinched;

"What happens to the people who die?"

"It depends, some are reincarnated…being the case of Sirius and Lily" his face turned into mischief as he continued "Other cases the souls form a contract with my systems and hop from world to world with different missions. Others take the body of a dead person whose original owner accepted to happen…like I said, it depends."

Harry sighed;

"Dad…why did you never come from me?" he choked out, holding his tears "You know how the Dursley´s treated me right?"

In seconds James got up from his seat and went toward his son, hugging him;

"I´m sorry Harry…As a god, I can´t interfere in a dominion that isn´t mine. I can´t act if the body of the soul isn´t dead…" he said bitterly as he closed his eyes "I was surprised when I saw that the one who died was you, it was supposed to be someone else but Fate decided to play"

Harry looked up at his father with tears in his eyes.

They stood like this for a long time until finally, Harry calmed down;

"So…I´m dead huh?" he smiled sadly "What will happen to me? Will I see you again?" he asked.

James shook his head;

"You are a half-god…and my son. For the moment you can´t stay here as you are too young but…I can send you to another world."

"Another world?"

"Yes…in the one you were originally you died but if I sent you to another world you can live again. You just need to stay in that one until you grow enough then if you wish so, I can take you back with me."

"Wait a second" Harry stopped him slightly angry "What do you mean by young? I´m 18!"

"In god terms, you would be a toddler…but as a half-god you are a child…whatever, I will send you to that world, don´t worry you will have a mentor to look after you!"

"B-But," Harry said as he got up, thinking this goes too fast.

"I´m sorry Harry but we need to take you out here fast…I will see you soon, my son"

Suddenly a hole appeared under Harry´s feet, his face changing to shock as he fell. He never saw the tears dripping down the god of transmigration, the pain reflecting in his eyes as he is being separated from his soon once again;

"Soon…"