below rock bottom

If Harry were asked to describe his life in one word, he would choose death. Death is the only constant. Whether it's the people he loves dying or the various threats trying to kill him, death is the one thing that never changes. It's almost become a comfort. Almost.When your life is always being upended, when a grown man has a personal vendetta against you and thinks murder is the solution, you hold on to constants. Anything to keep you grounded.People in grief don’t always make the best decisions. They often become self-destructive, dangerous even. Harry, being one of those people, thought, ‘Fuck it.’He was at rock bottom. Nothing could make him feel worse. Numb, cold, brittle, sad—he felt all of it. The only way left to go was up. So, why not try to fix things?Why not travel back in time and kill Voldemort before he ever touched Harry’s parents? OR Harry Potter travels back in time with his best friends to stop the second wizarding war before it can even start.

that one person in my tt comments is literally the only reason i finally finished this chapter (ily).don't expect me to be consistent with a posting schedule. chapters could come out in the span of days or months.I desperately need beta readers so pls lmk if youre interestedalso everyone pls lower your expectations because im not good at writingthis is also my first time writing lightning era characters so yay for that and also bewareany and all updates on chapters will be posted on:tumblr: sparklequeen23tiktok: sparkledivaaCW: THROWING UP/ VOMITING