He was floating in white nothingness again, but unlike what most would do, he didn't panic. He had been here more than times than he could be bothered to count, sensing the peaceful silence that enveloped his world. Harry was at rest.

Unfortunately that did not last long. 'Thunk' came the sound of Death's staff and Harry groaned loudly. "Couldn't you give me a little bit more time? I need to grieve, I just died after all" he wasn't the slightest bit concerned that he had just complained to Death himself. During the first times he was scared of course but now? Not anymore, in some times he found Death to be annoying and wished that he could just rest. However, Harry knew that he couldn't stand the ringing silence and it irritated him to no end that Death knew that.

He stared at the shadowed figure who waited patiently for his signal and Harry rolled his eyes. "Well?" he asked tapping his foot impatiently and he swore that if Death could chuckle that would be what he would be doing right now. Harry was just so tired of living and never getting to be left alone in peace but at the same time he seeked adventure, he lusted after it.

Death merely gave him a curt nod and gestured towards the infinite number of portals. "Your pick Master, unless you want a random one?" Harry could most definitely hear the amusement behind those words. One would think that being such a feared being would act more mature and live up to his name of being ruthless but Death was exactly like Harry. Tired of his job and wanted silent soltitude for once but knew it was useless to hope for something which would never be granted.

A spike of irritation ran up Harry's spine at this. Of course, he was upset. Upset that the last time he asked for a random life he was reborn as an ant. A bloody ant. How was he supposed to destroy Lord Voldermort that way? Though thankfully that was around the Founders' era and he only needed to drown himself to proceed to his next life. Needless to say he never let Death pick his life for him ever again.

"I'd like to be someone this time." he said pointedly at the creature who nodded and a vast amount of portals shrunk from existence. Death then turned to Harry waiting for furthur instructions. However, Harry was gaping at the cheekiness of this well... Being. If he had asked Death to send him into another life who knows what he would be. Maybe he'd be a damn tapeworm and Death wouldn't give the slightest fuck.

The-Boy-Who-Still-Lives snapped out of his trance and settled in glaring at the monster infront of him who shrugged, cloak liquifying around it as said cloak touched the invisible floor. He crossed his arms and continued to mumble through his preferences for the next life like "Unique" "Something I've never lived before... Oh wait that's impossible" "Can I have siblings this time?" and "I want it back in my own time". As he finished, there were noticeably lesser number of portals than before but still the amount was mind blowing.

"What do you mean by your own time, young Master?" Death 'looked' at him, through those empty sockets which used to terrify Harry. Those holes were like the doors to eternal oblivion. Doors which Harry will not be crossing ever. Harry huffed, miffed by this creature's actions. "You perfectly know what I mean". "Oh?" Death spoke inquirely, taking a 'step' closer to Harry though it looked like he just floated because you couldn't see his feet. Harry didn't say a thing but waited until a few more portals disappeared before he walked closer to one.

The portals were surfaced like somekind of mirror but with Aurora colors dancing around like food coloring on clear milk. It was caged in bone white material which climbed up from the bottomest part of the mirror and up to create a floral design. "Patanawa ko sa akung kaugalingon kung ikaw akong dawaton" Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he scanned the future him. 'Surely not' he thought, heart leaping up and down. Here was a person that looked like Siruis, but with Avada Kedavra green eyes staring at him with a charming smile, waving him closer and closer.

"You've never told me about this one before" he whispered accusingly at Death who was mere inches away from him. "You never asked" it replied humorlessly before floating a bit to the side, to another portal. "But master, this one seems a lot more interesting" he pointed a long bony figure at the reflection of another Harry which said boy couldn't see for himself. Harry rolled his eyes, because there was no way he was going to take another life when he had the perfect one infront of him. Walking closer to Death, he looked at the portal firmly, no matter how much this 'more intersting portal' would tempt him. There was no way in hell that he would throw away the chance to be born as someone blood-related to Sirius during his time.

He didn't have a bloody choice though, because as soon as he took his place beside Death, ready to speak the 'Words of Revelation'. He was pushed through the portal head first without a warning.

'I am going to kill him!' Harry was seething in fury though he was not born yet. If the constant squeezing around his delicate frame were anything to go by. 'That scheming little..' he resisted the urge to growl because really what kind of baby growls? 'Well atleast I'm a human being and not some other animal' . It wasn't that Harry had something against being born an animal other than a human, it was just that it's extremely difficult to adapt into their lifestyle. You could just imagine his surprise as he was inside a damned egg of a snake once, being prodded with a stick as an earthworm and trying to scavenge some food as a magical maggot.

Then suddenly, a rush of searing light burned daggers upon his tightly closed eyes. Harry cried out in frustration, as he was not so gently rubbed a towel upon. He could smell the horrid odor of blood and other fluids from his new mother right under his nose. Thankfully he wasn't immediately placed on a mum's chest giving him time to recuperate.

He was however passed on from the slightly gentle pair of hands to coldly capable ones. He could just feel the shaking of his new father, whether it be out of excitement or nervousness he was trembling and Harry did not like it one bit. He knew it could only be the father because by default most new fathers felt strong emotions when they see their children. He knew because he was one, many many times. "Shush, my dear heir. Your brother shall be here soon" his 'father' coaxed.

'Bloody hell' Harry thought, the voice was oddly familliar.. Too familliar actually. The train of his throughts were broken by the cry of a real baby followed by the fussing of way too many MidWitches which only confirmed his suspicions.

He was the son of bloody Lucius Malfoy.

"Lucius?" a tired female voice called out and the man who was holding Harry jerkedup straight and almost sent Harry to an early Death. He chuckled internally at the terrible joke before bracing himself (casting a mild sticking charm on Malfoy) should the new father lose his nerves and kill his unnamed son.

The man took long shaky strides towards his wife who was holding their younger son on her arms. He almost gasped as he saw the other baby, true he was already mesmerized with the older offspring and would've been content with just one but now that he had two, he felt as though he was blessed. Narcissa was looking at him with an angelic smile on her face that he imprinted upon his mind, wishing that time would stop for this wonderful moment. His wife was glowing a mother's glow, content and joyful and that glow was contagious for the new father.

Harry never imagined that Lucius Malfoy had really married Narcissa out of love and not just to produce an heir but right now that imagination was proven. This was exactly why Harry hadn't stopped living because though he had read and mastered all spells known to man, you could never stop learning. Everyone is a student until they die. And in Harry's case, he was a student forever.

"Thank you, for bearing my sons"he whispered so softly that Harry debated whether or not to cast a Sonorus on the man so that his wife could hear him. There was no need for that however as Narcissa shook her head and looked down on the bundle secured on her arms. She brushed a tuft of blond hair and said "They're my sons too you know.". The former Black then placed a kiss upon Harry's younger brother's forehead "This little one shall be called Draco, he was a brave little one. Didn't give me much trouble as his older brother" she chuckled. Harry felt very much insulted at that comment, mostly because he knew that the first twin was harder to push out because that was the actual labour. The next twin however, will come out smoothly. But for now, he let this one slide, not wanting to ruin the serene interaction of the couple.

Lucius settled down on a chair, letting Narcissa take a look at their older charge. Blond hair with a few streaks of raven, no doubt from his maternal heritage. "And this little one?" he asked, smiling at his heir. Narcissa looked surprised though "Don't you want to name him, dear?" she asked with a sprinkle of concern on her honey sweetened voice.

Lucius merely shook his head and encouraged his wife to name the Malfoy heir. Narcissa was smiling both with fondness and amusement. "Why if I knew that two babies would transform you into a submissive husband I would've gave you them sooner, Lucius" she teased, and Harry was disgusted. He could bear the fluff and romance between the two. But there was no way in hell would he want to hear them discuss their sex life infront of him.

"Do not get used to it, my dear. And if I say so myself, you were the one who lost patience and-" Lucius was cut off the the protesting cry of his heir, seemingly restless to be given a name. Narcissa scowled playfully at this, feeling heat rise up to her cheeks at the unfinished comment. She huffed before scrolling through a list of names inside her mind struggling to come up with a most fitting one.

She brushed her fingertips right under Harry's chin, all the way up to his lidded eyes. Before she declared;

"This one shall be called Deimos."

Harry felt very insulted.