It was with a heavy heart that Harry had started his way back home. Since that fateful encounter of defeating Voldemort he had been labeled the second coming of Merlin, the Messiah, the Man-Who-Conquered-Death. Hilarious. If they only understood that all Harry wanted was a simple life, instead they pushed him, pleaded with him to take on just one last wannabe Dark Lord. Harry was ready to retire and lay down all the fighting.
Sighing heavily Harry looked at the posters and The Daily Quibble front page, who would have guessed that Luna would single-handedly revolutionise Wizarding journalism. Hermione’s grinning face waved back at him as she accepted her position as the Minister of Magic. At least someone got their dream job what with Ron as the new Director of the DMLE finally getting the fame he craved so much.
Now at the age of 30 with a handful of kids, fuck if even a single one of his kids had to live through a fraction of the hell he did, Harry Potter, the Messiah would burn down the world and dance on its ashes leave alone dying twice and almost dying a dozen times. Hence, why the last week Harry had spent in deep thought, reflecting on his life, as to why his parents would risk his life for a cause.
Or perhaps he could blame that blasted letter pointing out the nuances of his life, giving detailed points of how disturbed a life he had lived. And let’s not forget that apparently his PTSD, justified PTSD was a little too much for Ginny, or a lot if the photos of her infidelity were anything to go by. The kids were with Molly at least while the divorce was finalised.
Maybe Harry should stop being so deep in thought considering he almost walked into Grimmauld Place’s front gate. Heaving out another sigh, they should call him Harry Potter, The-World’s-Greatest-Sigher. Pulling out the red button which came along the letter, Harry gave into the impulse and pushed it.
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“— you want to tell me that my life has been manipulated to the extent of the person I hate, and who I marry!!”, Harry exclaimed as his voice rose and cracked under the strain of his rant. A rant which he had been going on about for 30 minutes. Harry wasn’t just Harry apparently there was a massive chance he was Lord fucking Potter-Black. Black if Sirius left his as his heir or lord, and Potter as the last living Potter.
Since he pushed that button Ron, Hermione, and himself had been teleported to an American high school surrounded by a group called Potterheads. These Potterheads had just flipped his worldview. Harry Potter was going to go back and raze the world to the ground.
“Uhh Yes… or at least that’s what we believe.”, the boy said.
“I am going to fucking kill them all!”, seethed Harry looking at his best friends who didn’t look any better.
“You want to tell me that DumbDoor manipulated the three of us to be his pawns?”, Hermione’s voice was soft like a predators, while Ron went silent giving murderous looks of agreement.
“Mate I was so fucking pissed with what Ginny did to you but this crossed a line!”, Ron turned to the kids, “So how do we fix this?”
“Well the strange unknown being gave us this button to go with the red one. This blue button will take you back….”
Harry didn’t give them a chance to complete pushing the button.
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Fuck Harry’s impulsivity as he cried in frustration of being a ten year old again. He had run away from the Dursleys to Diagon Ally running into a 30 year old Ron in a ten year old Ron’s body, before they both met the ground arms full of a ten year old Hermione sobbing. He felt like sobbing too, his kids just went up in the smoke and ashes of the pervious timeline. Fuck Harry’s impulsivity maybe he should sort Slytherin this time just to fuck with everyone and learn some self preservation in the process.
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“….. The button will take you back to a life changing event in your lives. And they didn’t listen great!”, the boy threw his hands up. “So burgers everyone? It’s on the club budget.”
And the American high schoolers left, causing untold chaos in their wakes having followed the advice of the strange unknown being.
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