Chapter 1
Harry Potter live and win the war.
Fulfilling his destiny from the popular prophecy that was meant for him (Did it though?After all the prophecy never specify that it's for him.It never say that Harry Potter,son of James Potter and Lily Evans will be the savior of the wizarding world.But it's not like he have a say in it,no the moment Voldemort choose to believe that it was Harry,his fate was sealed as the Boy-Who-Lived.And just like that he have to live with the burden of a responsibility as The Chosen One)
Wandering around here and there to see if he can help with the aftermath of the war as much as he can.Most of the time he accompanied by his friends in doing that,more often with Hermione because most of his friends have their own family.Not to say that Hermione is an orphan like him but considering that her parents at that time was Obliviated....well....
Buildings revived from it's crumbling state,the injured ushered to get treated at St.Mungo,the orphans get sheltered on the orphanage,the dead of fallen loved ones & ally mourned,honoured and get a proper burial or cremations (That is assuming there's a body or some part of the body needed to do that)
After all those five things done the next is restoring the Ministry of Magic,in which Kingsley pointed as the thirty-fifth of the Minister of Magic soon after that.
Said Minister offering him a letter with a seal of the Minister of Magic stamped on it.
"What is this for?" He ask as he took the letter in his hand and scanning the item,he then look at Kingsley eyes.
"Recommendations letter" Kingsley reply ever so calmly and continue to explain it to the teenager.
"It's a recommendation letter if you interested in becoming an Auror.I heard you're not interested to continue your study in Hogwarts" Finishing what he said,Kingsley observing the teen face for a minute.
Surviving the war as a living legends of a prophecy made from along time ago isn't an easy thing but he manage.
But rumors are one of the things he despise and unfortunately it comes with being the Boy-Who-Lived.
A little slip up from your mouth and it lead to a variety of problem.Sometimes he scared of how quickly words is traveled among the wixen is.
Harry set his lip in a thin line at that,face folded in contemplation as he look down at the letter,considering the offer.
"Well regardless of that,i want you think of what you want carefully" Putting his hand on Harry shoulder and patted it for a moment,Kingsley soon disapparate,leaving him alone in Grimmauld Place.
It's been a month since the war and slowly but surely life & laughter was regained on the Britain wizarding people.
As Kingsley last word replayed in his head he thought about what he want or used to.
A normal life with a loving parents that will shower him with affection,eating his favorite food as much as he want,having a loyal friends at his side and a significant other to call as his.
That's what a six year old little Harry want.
As he can see now,almost all of it are fulfilled.
Sure his birth parents died but he have the Weasley that care for him like their own family and with the Potter Family inheritance at the Gringotts he doesn't have to worry that he will be starved.
And he doesn't lack having a friends like he used to,He have Ron,Hermione,Neville,Luna and the others to call as his friends.
As for a significant other,he have Ginny that love him and inturn she have Harry that love her.
But then he thought about his life at Hogwarts,a place that became his first home.
He remember that he crave safety (Always is since he can remember).Wished that he doesn't have a maniac hunting down his back at every chance.Hoped that he be able to experience the joy of a normal school life with his friends.
And really,it did became true with Voldemort gone and the remaining Death Eaters hunted down to be put in the Azkaban.
It's just that he doesn't take the chance presented infront of him.
It's just doesn't feel right anymore.
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Standing on the hideout of a magical items & artefact robber Harry examine the carved magical circle on the ground as some Aurors busy levitating many magical items to be secured from the scene.
It doesn't take long for someone to see that the inner magic circle resembling the order of clock without it needle,the second is a date,month and a year with the name of a place written beside them.And the third layer of it is a string of runic alphabet that he doesn't recognize.
Averting his attention from the magic circle,he turn to the approaching wixen carrying a note.
"Greetings,Harry Potter sir" The younger Auror greet him respectfully.
Giving them a nod of acknowledgement,he spoke to them.
"What's the status,Rayle?" He ask them and the asked wix launched on it,giving him the report of they found so far.
"So far we found 10 sacks of Time sands,2 Pensieves,5 Remembrall,25 dark magical artefact,—" As the Auror infront of him listing off many magical items and artefact he note that most of the things the robber stole a lot are a time & memory related magical item.
At that realization he have a bad feeling in his gut that make the hairs in his body stand up on it ends.
It's been a long time since he feel like this.He pushes off the feeling to the side.
The question of how the robber got their hands on time sand go to the front of his mind, remembering that the Time Room of The British Ministry of Magic that keep the time sand were destroyed and the time sand stored in them became unusable.
Along with the question many calculated suspicion regarding the robber intent & action come up to his mind.
He lightly shake his head and against his better judgement,he sweep his surrounding,searching if there's a hidden threat lurking up as the bad feeling he got still quite bothering him.
There's nothing that seem to be a threat or immediate danger after a quick scan of the room.
"Harry Potter sir,are you okay?" Ask the wixen concerned as they finished reporting and listing off what they found.
"Hm,yeah.Don't worry" He casually say as his hand already clutch his wand hidden in his Auror robe pocket.
Without another word he left Auror Rayle and began to explore the place,careful not to directly touch anything in the place even though he curious about some of the items he spot on sight.
The last time an Auror carelessly touch something from the place of the case,the same person end up with a unrecognizable curse mark that caused unbearable burning and biting sensation in her body.
Even then there's the problems of sensitivity too in the magical items & artefact.Both sensitivity to magic or touch (Sometimes scent and sound too)
Just as he deep in his inspection of the place,he feel a shift from the Ambient magic in the air,the sound of snapping and cracking so audible in his ears,a bursting pressure making him fall to the floors instantly.
Instinctively shutting his eyes tight and clenching his jaw hard he try to fight off the pressure with his magic.
Forcing his eyes to open,he hear the screams and shout of multiple wixens from where he previously talking with auror Rayle.
No more than a seconds pass the scream died down and it all went silent.
His decision quickly made at the face of the new crisis that just came knocking on his metaphorical door.
Stubbornly rotating his body through the pain that bloom on his limbs the thought of using Apparation to the previous room crossing his mind before he quickly dispell it,the situation are already dangerous & unpredictable as it is,he wouldn't want to worsen it by losing one of his limbs,he can feel every inch of his flesh pulled to many directions like it's unsure where it want to pull him in.
Each step is agony,as blood began spurting out from his mouth,his inside feel like it might split into pieces at any given moment he moves his legs.
Head delirious from the pain and vision blurry from the same cause, there's an unpleasant ringing on his ears,even with all of that he miraculously reach his destination,the sight that greet him make his breath stutter and choke a little with his own blood.
There's many unstable and crooked looking glittering rips in the air,the appearance so mortifyingly beautiful and chillingly other worldly.
The earlier unactivated clock like magic circle on the ground now shining brightly.
With each shine that more blinding than the previous,the magic circle seemingly spawning more rips into existence.
They appear not just in the air but appear on the grounds and the walls too.Looking like the very fabric of the world are ripped and destroyed of it balance and harmony.Its probably the case.
The reds on the floors a few feet away from him did not fail to catch his attention,the floors splattered with fresh blood and bits of body parts of his people strewn all around,making the room he in a little bit like a ransacked slaughter house.
The ringing on his ears intensifying and a static like sound growing on his ears.His already ragged breath began to pick up on him,short on breath,he have difficulty breathing in the air.
His mind already on overdrive,screaming to snap out of it because it's not the time to be like this as a familiar ugly feeling bubbling up in the pit of his stomach.
Just as he about to get a grip of himself an indescribable voice cutting him from the chaotic mess of his thoughts.
Strangely for a brief seconds he get the feel that the voice is laughing,laughing at what he doesn't know.Before he can comprehend what just happened in the short time, there's a light push on his chest,enough to make him fall to the acursed rips.
And his world fading as the last thing he see is the universe.