Amidst the bustling crowd of Muggle tourists sightseeing the ruined castle, a young man with scruffy hair in a black trench coat stood observing—or rather standing in a daze, as if trapped in his own thoughts as his eyes wandered aimlessly.
It had been centuries since he last had the courage to return to Hogwarts. And it had been more than long enough for Muggles to learn about the existence of the wizarding world and take over its grounds.
“I see that you’re finally home again, Harry Potter,” said an elderly woman using forearm crutches. “Seeing you like this feels like I just saw you yesterday,” her tone thick with nostalgia.
“You’re getting sentimental, Granny,” Harry replied with a smirk.
Emotions are one of the reasons humans have awareness of their surroundings, and it had been so long since Harry stopped being human. It only took a decade after the Battle of Hogwarts for Harry to realise that he had stopped ageing. It got to the point where the Wixen thought he was a budding Dark Lord.
Ginny had once believed Harry wasn’t like what the masses rumoured him to be. She fought for him and denied all the slanders and insults toward her growing family. But that sadly didn’t last long; it was half a decade later that he and Ginny got a divorce.
Harry still blamed himself because his abnormality caused his family to break apart.
But no one expected that, after two decades of peace since the Battle of Hogwarts, the wizarding world would become entangled in another war—this time against the Muggles they had once considered beneath them.
Unfortunately for Harry Potter, people are fickle. The Wixen sought him to be their saviour once again.
The war against the Muggles lasted a century. Over the years, grief after grief, the wizarding world became united. There were no longer any divisions between dark or light or creatures, as the numbers of the Wixen dwindled. It took a century before the leaders of the wizarding world and the Muggle world reached an agreement for armistice.
Harry Potter, aka the saviour of both the second and third wizarding wars, had disappeared from the public as soon as the agreement took effect. The masses thought he had died.
Centuries passed, and the people who had personally known Harry Potter had surrendered to their destined deaths. But not this single person, who used a Philosopher’s Stone to extend her life with her last wish to meet him before she passed away.
She chuckled for a moment before her laughter faded into a bittersweet tone. Her hands were restless, occasionally adjusting her dress. She stared at Harry with such longing and yet remained hesitant to step forward.
“I’m home, my sweet Lily.” Although his tone sounded indifferent, it didn’t matter to the old woman, especially when Harry wrapped his arms around her.
Lily choked on a sob as she reciprocated the warm hug Harry offered, as if she were still his young little girl again. “I miss you, Dad.”
Harry Just hold her tighter.