This one is a little bit different. It's more of a feel-good fic. Well, I wouldn't say a feel-good fic since there's a lot of mention of depression, but there's very little strife in it, and the Dursleys are not the assholes they are in most of the fanfics.
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Harry was sitting on the swing at the park near his house and #4 Privet Drive. It was the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts. Sirius was dead. He was in mourning. He had never felt so sad in his life. Not even Dudley could get a rise out of him. He had been mourning since he got there. Petunia had tried to get him out of his room on many occasions and only just now had gotten him out of the house. That was by threatening to take his owl away from him.
Not that she would do such a thing, but it was the threat that got him out of the house. She had never done anything like that before. She was generally just an impassive person and very indifferent, but she wanted him out of her house because he was annoying her with his depression.
So here he was, sitting on the swing, looking plaintively around the sunny playground, wondering how his life had gotten to where it was. There were many people he blamed. Himself, Sirius, Voldemort, Dumbledore.
That's the one person he blamed above all was Albus Dumbledore. If it wasn't for the headmaster, none of this would have happened. He kept vital information from him. He had known about the prophecy. Harry never would have gone to the ministry. Wouldn't have listened to the voices in his head. He would’ve stayed at school and listened to Hermione and thought it was a trap. But no, he didn't know about that. He thought it was real and rushed off to help his godfather. So yes, he put it all at Dumbledore's feet.
Oh, he blamed himself for being stupid enough for going there in the first place. He should have listened to Hermione. She was right, it was a trap. He was dumb enough to fall for it. Sirius was never in trouble; the Dark Lord had fooled him, and he fell for it. He was a right idiot for thinking it was anything else. Sometimes he was just so stupid. Feeling first and thinking last. That's what always got him into trouble.
However, Sirius was to blame too. He was fooling around and not taking the fight seriously. He was taunting his cousin, Bellatrix, and not fighting with all his wits. If he hadn’t been fucking off, he’d be alive right now. Probably. Who knows? He had no idea how well Sirius could fight. For all he knew, Sirius fought like that all the time. It's a wonder the man didn't die before now.
“I know what you're thinking,” said a voice beside him. “And you're right. There are many people to blame for what you’re feeling right now,” the voice finished.
“Who the hell are you?” asked Harry, whipping around to see who was talking to him. “And how the hell do you know what I'm thinking?” Sitting next to him in the swings was a man who was older than him but looked like him, dressed in darker clothes and with a mustache. He exuded a ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude. Then again, so did Harry right about now. This man looks so much like him, much like a darker version of his father only… more like Harry.
“I’m you, from the future,” said the man. “You may call me Shadow.” He looked Harry up and down like he was trying to evaluate him.
“Well, if you know what I'm thinking then you know I don't want any company right now, and I definitely don't want anybody from the future telling me how right I am,” Harry said, sourly. He really didn’t need to be validated right now. He had enough troubles without someone telling him he was correct in his thinking.
“I've come to take you away from here,” Shadow said, looking at the play yard like it was the last place they should be. “That's if you need to be… rescued, that is.”
“I don't want to be. Go away,” Harry said, curling into himself. “I just want to curl up into a ball and die.” His voice cracked and tears rolled down his face. He really missed Sirius, for all he really didn’t know the man. It was what his godfather represented that he missed the most. It was the only family that he had. Now that was gone.
Well, he had the Dursleys, and they weren't that bad, but they weren't really what he considered family. They didn't love him; he didn't love them.
“You may feel like that now, but all that I know is that your life does get better. At least I think it does. In my life it did. Tell me a little bit about yourself and I'll let you know if yours will get better too,” the older teen said, getting a contemplative look on his face, like he was trying to puzzle something out.
“What does that even mean? If you're me from the future, then you should know what my life is like,” Harry said, angrily wiping tears from his face. The man didn’t make any sense.
“Every reality is different, and I need to know how your life is compared to mine. For example, how do the Dursleys treat you?” Shadow asked, looking at the boy’s clothes to see that they fit. They weren’t Dudley’s castoffs. It was like this Harry got to buy his own clothes without repercussions. He remembered well how the Dursleys thought about him buying his own clothes. They thought that he should give all his money to them. He would have never purchased his own clothes in a million years.
“Indifferent,” Harry said with a shrug, like it was no big thing. They didn’t treat him horribly. Like an unwanted houseguest. Not badly, but not well either.
“They don't treat you like a house elf?” was the surprised question. It was rare that that happened. This was unexpected. He didn’t know how to treat this. Dursleys and most realities hated Harry in their house. Treated him like a house elf. Or worse.
“No, they just treat me indifferently. I mean I do a bit of housework here and there but not much. But they don't treat me like Dobby,” Harry said, giving him a queer look. Like he was the strange one.
“So, they didn't lock you in a cupboard as a child?” Shadow inquired, tentatively. This was really strange to him. This would be the first time this did not happen. He did not know how to deal with this.
“No. Who would do that to a child?” Harry said, aghast. The very thought appalled him. A boot cupboard? Really? What's this man playing at?
“My Dursleys did that to me,” Shadow pointed out with a shrug. He narrowed his eyes at the other boy. “I told you; every reality is different.”
“Wow, you had a sucky childhood,” the other boy said, widening his eyes.
“Tell me about it,” said Shadow. He looked around trying to change the subject. He didn't really want to talk about his childhood with a Harry Potter that didn't have to deal with that. There was no connection there. He didn't know how to connect with this kid.
“So since my life is so much different than yours, how can you tell me that it's going to get better?” Harry asked. He was feeling really depressed right about now and he really wanted to get out of that depression or curl up into a ball and die like he said earlier. This man was offering him a solution. Maybe he would offer him a way out.
“Well, I can't but…” Shadow started to say. Only he was cut off.
“So why don't you just kindly fuck off then?” Harry said, getting up to leave and started walking across the park. If this guy wasn’t going to help him out, he was just going to curl up into his room and ponder his life.
“Look,” Shadow said, getting up and walking with him. “You may not think it now, but your godfather loved you very much and he probably left you everything in his world like mine did. So, why don't we go to Gringotts and find out?” There had to be something in the bank that would get this guy out of his depression.
“What good does it do if he left me everything when I just want him in my life, not his stuff?” Harry all but shouted in the man's face. There were tears streaming down his face as he stared into the other man's eyes. Didn’t the other guy get it? He wanted Sirius.
“By leaving you everything that means that you'll be set for life, and you'll be able to get away from Dumbledore all that much faster,” Shadow tried to cajole the boy. He figured that was a prospect the boy would like.
“I'm going to be 16 years old in a month. That is not old enough to get away from anybody,” the teen pointed out. Even in his grief, he knew there was no place for him to go. Sirius was his only way out. And now that way out was gone.
“Since the Dursleys don't treat you like a house elf, you don't have to get away from here and you could stay here until you're 17. I don't have to rescue you,” The interdimensional traveler said. He was like in this idea, better and better. Though it didn't get him away from Dumbledore, it did give the other boy time to plan to get away when the time was right.
“Yeah, but what can riches do for me here in the Muggle world?” Harry asked, not knowing where the guy was going with this. They were still standing in the middle of the park, looking at each other, not lowering their voices for this conversation even though there was nobody around to hear them. Everybody else had gone to their houses, seeing it was close to dinner time.
“Well, they can set you up with wards that will protect you from Voldemort,” Shadow said thoughtfully, tapping his finger to his chin. “You could also put up some wards to keep the Order and Dumbledore out too. There are all sorts of wards you could put up to keep anybody out. Hell, you could keep everybody except Hermione and Ron out.”
“How so?” the inquisitive boy asked. He was feeling a little bit better now that he was talking about how to protect himself against those, he felt perpetrated badness against him.
“Oh, Gringotts can point you in the right direction. They are more than just a bank, you know,” Shadow said in a conniving way. He knew that Gringotts could offer the boy more than they let on. That and, they needed to get that nasty Horcrux out of his head.
“Are they now?” Harry asked, never having heard of the bank being any more than they ever said they were. Who knew a bank could be anything other than, well, a bank?
“Yeah, and you have more money than you think you do. You have vaults that you don't even know about. I don’t know why nobody told you about them, but you do have them,” Shadow said, not knowing what this reality’s Harry knew about his bank accounts.
“Oh, I know about those vaults. Hagrid told me about them,” The teen said dismissively, waving his hand in the air as if they were nothing of consequence. He knew all about all the money. He had known about it since he was eleven years old.
“Did he now?” Shadow said with some surprise. “Well, that's another change from our realities.” He had never heard of Hagrid spilling the beans so soon.
“He didn't mean to,” the teen confessed. Then he got a shy look on his face and told the story. “I mean, I asked him a question and he just kind of blurted it out.” He looked the other way as if he had confessed to a sin.
“Yeah, he does tend to do that.” Shadow then let out of bark of laughter.
“So if you're not here to rescue me, what are you going to do?” Harry asked as he started walking towards the house again.
“Well, let's go to the bank and see what to do from there,” was the suggestion.
“Alright then,” Harry agreed amicably. He had nothing better to do but sit in his room very depressed and he was feeling better about it now. Sure, he was still upset that Sirius was dead, but the man was gone, and it was time to get his head out of his arse and get back into reality.
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The two of them went to the bank and saw that Sirius did indeed leave Harry all his money and the title to the Black Family. Which Harry was very shocked over because he didn't even know he had Black blood. But he was related to Dorea Black. She was his great grandmother. That, and Sirius was his godfather. Which put him in the next in line. Well, not the next in line, but well enough in line.
The will could be contested, but it would still hold up in court. It should hold up in court, but there was a lot of money that could be thrown at it that it could be held up in court for many, many, many years. As it was, the Malfoys were in jail and nobody else was there to contest it. Narcissa could. But would she?
Harry left out of that bank a very rich man.
Before he left, he talked to the goblins about putting wards over his relatives’ house to keep out Voldemort and his Death Eaters, Dumbledore and his crazy Order. He thought about putting up wards to keep all magicals out, but then he thought that his friends wouldn't be able to join him and others that he might want to invite over to his house and thought that was just crazy. So he figured he'd just keep the two nut jobs that were after him out.
“Now that that's settled, what do you want to do?” asked Shadow as they sat on the steps of the bank.
“I don't know, I'm still unsettled about the fact that Sirius is dead,” Harry said. He looked over the people of Diagon Alley that were rushing around everywhere. As if the Death Eaters were going to pop out any minute and fire curses at them. He didn't know whether to be mad at them or not. Last year they were calling him a nut job, this year they were calling him the Chosen one. Now they're scurrying around like little mice.
“I'm not sure how to help you with that. What do you want to do?” Shadow asked one more time. He was still unsure how to treat the situation because the kid had a viable place to stay and really had no one else to look after him. Sirius was gone. Remus was out of the question. Well, maybe not out of the question. He didn't know the guy from this reality. For all he knew, he was an upstanding bloke.
“You've already asked me that question, and I've already told you I don't know,” Harry said, giving him a put-upon sigh. “You're not very good at handling depressed people, are you?” He gave him a side long look that said ‘you're really bad at this’.
“No, when I was depressed, I just wanted to blow things up,” Shadow said with a bit of a chuckle. “And I don't think it's a good idea for you to go around blowing things up right now. I mean, look at these people running around like somebody's about to do just that. You might cause a riot.”
“Maybe that's what I want to do,” Harry said, giving them all a baleful eye. He was still undecided about how he felt about these people. Maybe stirring up trouble was just what he wanted. It was something Sirius would do.
“Well, we can't really go around using magic to blow things up, because that's against the law. Do you want to go see the sights?” the older man said, hoping that that would be something the kid would want to do. It was something he was used to. Most of the other Harrys like to go around London, seeing things like Big Ben and London Bridge.
“How boring can you be?” the teen said with a roll of his eyes.
“Fine,” Shadow said, rolling his own eyes. “You want to go shopping? You have all this money now.” Even though Harry's clothes were well fitting, he could use some new ones.
“I have an idea,” said a voice from behind them.
“Who the hell are you?” asked Shadow, standing up and whipping out his wand at the group of redheads standing behind them.
“We’re the Weasleys,” said the lead redhead. Who was a girl of approximately 18 years old. There were three of them. The other two were boys. They were both about 17 and twins. But they definitely weren't Fred and George. These two were short and stocky.
“You’re no Weasleys, that I know,” said Harry, giving them the hairy eyeball.
“We’re Weasleys from the future,” one of the boys said with a big grin on his face.
“Well, what are you doing here?” Shadow asks, even though he had a slight idea of what was going on. Even though he never involved the Weasleys in any of his capers, he had to wonder how they had gotten involved in reality hopping. Fred and George had never been part of his future. Well, Fred had, George had died. So maybe Fred had gotten involved.
“We've come to cheer you up. We knew this was the time when you were upset, so we decided to take you on a pranking tour,” the girl said, bouncing up and down, making every man there, besides her brothers, appreciate it. She was quite well endowed.
“Pranking who?” Harry asked, still giving her a stinking eyeball. He didn't understand how a prank war was going to cheer him up if it was going to be against his friends. Well, maybe if it was against the Order, but even then.
“Death Eaters, of course,” one of the boys said. They’d switch places so he couldn't tell if it was the original boy or not.
“You want to prank the Death Eaters?” Shadow inquired, and then got a curious look on his face and tilted his head to the side and asked, “Why don't we just kill them?”
“Because we're pacifists,” all three of them said together as if it were the obvious answer.
“Of course you are,” the interdimensional traveler said with a sigh as he rubbed his hand down his forehead. “You drink from Dumbledore's Kool-Aid,” he said with a sigh. All Weasleys drank from Dumbledore's Kool-Aid.
“What does that even mean?” the girl asked, tilting her head to the side.
“Never mind. So you want to go prank the Death Eaters?” Shadow asked, rubbing his hands together as if this was going to be something that was going to be fun. He was going to get Harry to do something that was going to make him happy, or he was going to die trying. “How do we go about doing this?” Damn it.
“First, we have to go visit our grandpa’s store,” the girl said. She did seem to be in charge, so she seemed to be speaker of the group. She hadn't given her name yet, and they had to wonder why she wasn't introducing herself or her brothers.
“I only gave them the money not too long ago. I don't think they're open,” said Harry, looking down the streets of Diagon Alley to see if the store was open. He didn't see any new stores on his side of the Alley, but then he couldn't see very far from the street, from the stairs of Gringotts.
“Their grand opening with just last week,” says one of the boys.
“Well, let's go find them,” Shadow said, leading them off the steps and down into the Alley.
With that, the group of Weasleys, Harry and Shadow went to go find the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and see the wonders the twins had come up with in the short time they had been open. Then again, they had had years of research and development at Hogwarts under their belt.
They found it open, and Fred and George standing there, in all their splendid glory. They were watching everybody buy all their pranks. There were huge satisfied grins on their faces as they watched all their product fly off their shelves.
“Harry!” the two redheads said as they rushed down to hug their friend. “What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home?” they asked, looking around the room as if there were Death Eaters about to rush in and kidnap their friend.
“I'd like you to meet some relatives of yours from the future,” said Harry, pointing to the three redheads behind him, diverting the two in front of him from their questions.
“From the future, you say. Well, isn't that the treat,” said George, not believing it for a minute.
“Don't go tell everybody we're from the future, Harry,” said one of the boys.
“But they’re relatives of yours,” said Harry. He didn't understand what the problem was. Besides, Fred and George were open-minded enough to get it.
“Ah, but we can't tell people that we're from the future,” the girl stated, with a wise nod of her head. The older twins looked on, starting to believe they were from the future. “That would create a paradox. Let's just say that we're relatives from a distant land. Anyway, we've come to buy pranks.”
“That I can get behind,” says Fred, more than willing to deal with pranks than he was to dealing with paradoxes.
With that, the future Weasleys and Harry went through the WWW and emptied the shelves of everything that they can afford. Which was quite a bit because they brought a lot of money. It seems that they had done well for themselves in the future.
Harry, Shadow and the Weasleys from the future spent the rest of the week pranking the Death Eaters, bringing Harry spirits up quite a bit. They did everything from exploding front doors in their faces by knocking on them and running away. When the Death Eaters went to answer the doors, the doors would explode.
They would also leave exploding cauldrons at the door. When they opened the doors, the cauldrons would explode potions into their faces that would lead them various colors. Or bald and naked.
They would also sneak into their houses and replace their shampoos with potions that would change them bald and/or change their hair color and/or change their body shapes.
They would replace their teapots with singing teapots. Switch out doorknobs for biting doorknobs. Put magical holes in floors. Not to mention the swamps in hallways. There were many various things that they did to the households that would just cause chaos for many, many weeks to come. Some were short lived; some were long term. It depended on how much they dislike that particular person.
Harry was feeling much better by the time they were done, and it took them the better part of two days to get everybody. They didn't get Voldemort, he was much too protected. But they did get everybody else. Except Snape, because he was at Hogwarts. They wish they could have got the ones at Azkaban. But…
Getting Draco was quite the treat though. They double-whammied him with a swamp and balding shampoo. And he couldn't say he was going to go to his father because his father was sitting in Azkaban. Well, he could say it, but it wouldn't have done any good.
The Weasleys finally said that it was time for them to go. They would have done what they came for. However, Harry feeling better, and they got to prank the Death Eaters, and they were going to go on to the next depressed Harry and do the same thing. Yet, if they couldn't find a depressed Harry, they were going to find a happy Harry and still some pranking.
“Well, I'm seeing that you're feeling better. I don't know what else I can do for you since I can't rescue you. You seem to be doing well here at the Dursleys, so I don't know what to do,” Shadow said as they were sitting in the play park once again swinging on the swings. The Weasley group had gone home the day before. And they had spent the week in London doing nothing but pranking Death Eaters and just generally seeing the sights and shopping. Harry seemed to be out of his depression now. He was still sad, but it wasn't that mind blowing depression that made him want to curl up in a ball and die.
“I want to thank you for coming and letting me know that you're doing this to the other Harrys. Maybe you can show me how to do it and I can go on and do it for the other Harrys when I have finished this war. Perhaps you could tell me how your war ended, and I will know how to end my war,” Harry said, getting a contemplative look on his face. He was more anger driven now.
“Well, do you know about the Horcruxes?” Shadow wanted to know.
“No. What are Horcruxes?”
“They’re pieces of a soul that are taken from the original body and placed in the objects after you kill somebody,” Shadow explained, using his hands a bit to draw out his conclusions. “A Dark Lord uses them to create a form of immortality. Your Dark Lord has created seven of them. One of them accidentally. One of them is you. We should really get back to Gringotts and get it removed from you.” He slammed his hand against his forehead, having forgotten all the boy’s depression to get the one out of the boy's head.
“Why the hell did you not lead with that while we were there?” Harry said in a fit of anger.
“Well, to tell the truth, I kind of forgot about that with your depression and all, but don't worry about it. It's not like it's hurting you or anything and it's easily removed. It's just really expensive,” the time traveler said. Even though he knew money was not an issue with the boy.
“I guess, I can afford to get it out,” Harry said, thinking of all the money he had sitting in the bank doing nothing.
“I can tell you what the rest of them are,” Shadow said, hoping to appease the boy from getting angry at him for not telling him about the one in his head. “You killed one of them in your second year. That was the diary. There's the ring, the diadem, the snake, the cup and the necklace.”
“That's quite a bit of them. Do you know where they all are?” Harry asked, hoping that the man gave him a map. That would be most useful.
“I'll tell you where each of them are, before I leave. At least where they were in my reality. That will give you a starting point as to where to find them. Well, that and the goblins should be told about the cup, because it should still be in the bank. If it's not in the bank, then you're on your own as to where to find them because then our realities are different,” Shadow said, rubbing his fingers against his forehead as if in deep thought.
“At least it’s a starting point,” Harry said with a sigh. “Can't you stay and help me find them?” he asked, almost in a desperate voice. He really didn’t want to go it on his own. He might involve Hermione and Ron, but then again, not.
“Well, mostly I usually try and get the Harry's out of war and get him out of England. But you seem to be content and staying and don't want to leave, so I'm just gonna do my best to give you a foot up on how to get through your war,” Shadow explained. He was still at a loss for what to do with this one. He just didn't feel comfortable leaving the teen here, but he couldn't stay either.
“No, I get that. There's really no place for me to go and I can just stay and fight. And it's not like my Dumbledore is evil or anything. He's just an arsehole.”
“I'll just tell you, don't trust Dumbledore. Use your money to the best of your ability. And keep close to your friends. Um, don't trust the Weasleys overly much. In some realities, they are known to potion you to marry Ginny,” Shadow warned him, though he wasn't quite sure that that was something that was going to happen in this reality. It was something to give him a heads up about.
“OK, when we're out, I'm sure there's some form of jewelry that I can wear that'll prevent me from being potioned. I don't feel like being married anytime soon anyway. I'm still too depressed to fall in love,” Harry said thoughtfully, thinking he had heard somebody mention something about a ring that would detect potions.
“This is the best time to get you when you're all emotionally upset,” was the warning. And it was, too. Getting somebody who was depressed was the ultimate time to get them to fall in love. Seeming to be there for them was the best con game there was.
“You're probably right. Oh, I'll go to the jeweler and see if I can't find a ring or a necklace or something that'll protect me from that,” he said with determination.
“We can do that after we get the Horcrux out of your head,” Shadow said, getting up off the swing and heading towards the house. It was still the middle of the morning, and they just needed to get some things from the house before they headed out. That and let the Dursleys know that they be back.
“Sounds like a plan. Is there anything else you can tell me?” Harry asked. He liked all this information that he was getting. It was unlike talking to Dumbledore where he got nothing but cryptic nonsense.
“No, but are you sure this is what you want to do? Stay in England?” Shadow asked one last time. He could do something to get the boy out of England. Even if the kid was a runaway in the streets of America, it would still be far better than staying here in England. Maybe not, he’d heard horror stories about that too. But he could get him on Black Isle.
“Well. I don't have much of an option. I don't have anywhere else to go and I don't have anybody who can take care of me. You can't stay,” Harry pointed out again. They've been over this quite a few times in the last week. “It’s only for a year, or so.”
“You're right, I can't stay. Sirius is dead. Remus is less than useful. So, he can't be your guardian. If the Dursleys are just indifferent and not hurting you in any way, then your best bet is to just stay with them. I would suggest you get the hell out of England as soon as I turn seventeen or pass my NEWTs,” Shadow stated. He wanted the boy out as soon as possible.
“You bet your sweet arse I'm going to. We should get my passport now so nobody would be suspicious of it,” Harry reminded him. They already had escape plans in place for him to run if the going got tough.
“Probably a good idea. If you want to make it look like the Horcrux taken out of your forehead hasn't looked like it's been removed, the goblins can make it look that way. That way nobody will think twice as to you're trying to leave the war,” Shadow said, thinking Dumbledore would contemplate his existence if Harry didn't have the Horcrux in his head.
“That's probably a good idea too,” Harry said, thinking the same thing. Dumbledore was just too invested in him.
“Cover all your bases, I say. Also, if I were you, I'd make an emergency bug out bag,” the time traveler said scratching the back of his head in thought.
“What's a bug out bag?”
“It's a bag that has every essential in it that in case your house is attacked. You can grab it and you'll have everything you need to bug out. That way, if you have to run, you'll have the bare essentials. A change of clothes, emergency food, a tent, water. You know, the stuff you need to survive,” Shadow said, looking at him as if he were simple.
“Oh, I see what you're saying. Is there a magical one? That way I can put more in there,” Harry said thinking that if he could use like that that would be more useful. He could keep it around his neck and keep it on him at all times.
“Yeah, of course we can go into the junk shop and see what we can scrounge up and make our own,” the older man said, looking at him as if he had just said something smart.
“That sounds like a plan. See if we can find one that holds more than it looks like,” Harry said, wondering if they could find something like that in the junk shop. It would be old, and why would someone give up something like that?
“I'm sure there is one we can get, one that could hold a tent and some clothes and food, water and all that and it will probably be big enough to put in your palm,” Shadow said, getting excited. Maybe he could find one for himself too.
“That’s an even better idea,” Harry agreed.
“I'm glad you like it,”
“Well, I'm still depressed, but I'm feeling a lot better than I was when you first came. So thanks for showing up, Shadow,” Harry said as they finally got to the Dursley's house and Harry opened the door to go up to his room to get what they needed to go to Diagon Alley.
“That's what I'm here for, kid. That's what I'm here for,” Shadow said, clapping him on the back.
They did find what they needed at the junk shop, and then Shadow left. He didn’t feel the accomplishments he usually felt, but he left anyway.
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In the end, Harry wound up staying until he was 17 years old. Everything played out pretty much the way it did in cannon. Up until Dumbledore died. And just when the camping trip from hell was about to happen, Harry disappeared. Nobody heard from him again.
What nobody knew was in the background while everybody thought Harry was playing the good little boy. He was actually hunting the Horcruxes down and destroying them. The only one he didn't get was Nagini. But he let Neville Longbottom know about it. And it was up to that boy to take care of it, because he was the other boy known in prophecy. Now both swore on his grave that it would be the last thing he did was to take care of the Dark Lord.
Harry took off for Black Isle off the South American coastline. Nobody knew about it. Nobody heard about it. Nobody ever heard from him again. And he lived out the rest of his life in splendid glory.
He married a native, had many kids. And when he was about 35 years old, he went back and helped a few Harrys. But he only did this for about 5 years because he had children, he needed to take care of and a wife that he loved. But she understood, and they understood. His kids also did this when they were older. Because there's an infinite number of universes and an infinite number of Harrys.
And they all need a Shadow.