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Erevan’s eyes were closed. He lay on his back, facing the sky. The sea air was intoxicating; it always helped him meditate, helped him see Harry’s memories. His memories.
Growing up Fae-Born had not been easy, neither for him or for his parents. Luckily, he was an only child and his parents were well off enough to afford traveling. They had wanted to avoid suspicion; Fae-Born were rare and drew the attention of those who would know the potential future of the world so they could profit from it. Traveling had also been recommended by St. Mungo’s; it seemed more likely to trigger memories from his past life, and lead him to have the spiritual and emotional development that would help him make good choices.
Erevan had had plenty of adventures during his life abroad. He had ridden Elephant Koi off the island of Hokkaido, had made friends with wild hippogriffs, and had been chased out of and banned from setting toe in more business establishments than he could either count or remember. It turned out that toy stores were very touchy about what one did with their giant crayon displays. Muggles really did attach themselves to the most random things.
To socialize him with his peers he had been allowed to spend two years at Beauxbatons and one year at Durmstrang, a rare privilege for an outsider. It had given his parents a much needed break from travel as well. He’d made good friends at both but he was ready to leave when it was over. He could always visit later on.
And, it had been hard as he got into his teen years. By then more memories of Harry Potter’s life were bleeding into his consciousness. It had become difficult for Erevan to separate fact from fiction, and truth be told, he still didn’t know who he was on the inside. More and more the two lives seemed like one, though the connect was thin during his early years, before the memories started surfacing.
He had been kept away from Hogwarts until he could say that he definitively understood Harry’s life events and what potential damages he might inflict upon the future by being there. But it felt as though time was running out, and more and more he felt drawn to the school, though he had no plan.
Breathing deeply, he opened his eyes and sat up. They had been brown when he was a little boy, but as his connection to his past life deepened they became purple, the same as any other mature Fae-Born in history. His skin was tan from his time spent outdoors and at the sea, but his hair remained black even in the Meditteranean sun. His shoulders were broad; he had a muscular build, very different from his father. It had made him uncomfortable after puberty; he felt too subtle and complex for such a body. He would have preferred to be thin. For all that he was outgoing and adventurous, he still felt like disappearing sometimes. Life was complicated.
He stood and turned away from the beach, towards the place where his family was camped. Life was complicated but good.