Everything i know beyond the fourth book is from Everything wrong about Harry potter videos on you tube but interestingly enough it is not that bad, may change at a later date when i get to updating it.

Important,

pairings for Harry will not change, don't ask because i will ignore.

Hermione and Ella pairings are up somewhere but if they are Ron or Draco than i can almost guarantee that if i wrote it than it will be bad because Draco is a dick sometimes and Ron is a terrible friend (i.e. i remember what he was like in goblet of fire the most and it annoys me alot)Yes i am biased.

some have mentioned even Cedric but i am not really sure yet.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were happy to know they had no freak...ness in them, everyday Mr. Dursley left number four Privet Drive knowing that everything would be normal with no unnatural events occurring. Waking up to a normal day he made his way downstairs to find his wife already making food for him, something he was proud of as it made him think he had married the right woman or in this case happy he could even find someone that would want to marry him.

Looking down at the pudgy little baby that sat beside him in his high chair he could not feel happier with a smug grin on his face. Little Dudley had taken after him more so than his wife, getting on to one hundred pounds and still only a baby. The little boy definitely showed a well fed child as he filled out his high chair and a little beyond which filled him with pride. Smirking happily he got ready for work and prepared to leave the house.

"Goodbye dear" he called back as he headed outside the door. Barely waiting for a response he was out the door.

With his briefcase in hand he sauntered to the garage to get in his car, overly mass beer belly swaying proudly for the world to see indicated an over fed walrus in human skin. The large sneer adorning his face showing the yellow tinged teeth that accentuated his pride in his present life, everything was normal and that is what he wanted it to be.

Mr. Dursley got into his Cadillac; another pride of his life, heading to Grunnings for work. Smiling endlessly at his fortunate life without the freakiness from his wife's relatives. Mr. Dursley's smile faltered slightly as he noticed an incredibly old man in bright shiny green robes walking with an unbelievable bounce in his steps; something that he would never be capable of with his obvious girth, back towards his home. Normally this would be an uninteresting event but the man's incredibly long beard was peculiar as it brought various memories he wouldn't want to remember about some freaks he abhorred.

Snapping his head back to the front with a hard glare of the road he continued on towards work, glancing into his mirror the old man was gone. 'well it could be just a coincidence, I mean no old man that age could move that fast' shifting his head to the sides he saw nobody behind him, sighing as if it was his imagination he saw owls in a parliament flying across the sky. Getting a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach he continued down the road to work as he shook the horrid thoughts from his incredibly diminutive mind.

All his previous thoughts were overshadowed by drills penetrating soft supple wood, the joy he felt when selling his product. Occasionally he imagined using the drill on his cli- 'that is awkward' Mr Dursley chuckled in embarrassment, evidently his thoughts tended to wonder when it was related to drills and clients. Strutting into the office he scared a few workers, grinning wildly when he passed other employees in the parking lot and seeing them run inside in trepidation.

The day at work was his favourite time, due to being the director he had power over the workers, yelling at the employees left him ecstatic. Only then did he have any sort of bounce in his step but he still moved like a seal. Break time came along and he headed to the bakery shop down the road, the crowds were always massive but he was there best customer. His ego exploded every time they took his order outside of the shop, but unfortunately he did not know that they were tired of making the door bigger when there more bountiful customers tried to enter.

On his way back to the office with his donuts, he reached into the bag and grabbed that delicious Boston cream donut.

"-That Potter child, you hear they're-"

Vernon's eyes snapped wide open and his moustache twitched as he turned back to the voices, his hand shut closed in shock causing him to flinch as all the cream splattered onto his suit. He stared at two strangely dressed people as his breath hitched but unfortunately they began to whisper quietly as they walked away.

"Damn those Potters, always screwing something up" he cursed as he wiped the cream off his jacket, walking with new purpose towards the office.

Grunting fervently he made his way back to the office post haste, he had a bad feeling and it only got worse as he saw lots of freakiness all over the road, people looked incredibly happy as if they had won the world war again. Scaring his secretary as he flew through the door at incredible speeds he slammed his bag of donuts down, not caring what state they would be in, he snatched up the phone and used his pudgy fingers to dial his home phone number.

"Petunia! Has anything freaky happened at home." he growled out. In such a rush he never realized nobody had even picked up the phone yet. The feeling in the pit of his stomach got worse by the second, slamming the phone down, he continued to work with the occasional twitch giving away his mood. As soon as five o'clock rolled around he all but threw the paperwork back into his briefcase before slamming it shut and snapping it closed. Storming down the hall to the exit as he frightened the secretary once again, the small event had no effect on him as he was too preoccupied with other events to care about who he scared at work.

Vernon's anger only grew as he was pulled over by the police for speeding, all because of that stupid midget; seeing a midget was one thing but he also saw the giant beside him, the two contrasting figures walking away from Privet Drive made for an incredible distraction as he increased his speed home. The freakiness of the day as he would call it was getting to him and he didn't like it one bit.

Eventually arriving home as the sky darkened, his glare ever present on his face as he slammed the door shut, rushing forward he quickly unlocked the door of his house and ran in.

"Petunia! Petunia! Where are you!" he yelled as he tried to catch his breath.

"Vernon sweetie, why are you home so late?"

Vernon looked towards the sound of the kitchen, slowly he made his way towards the doorway, creeping quietly and then proceeded to peek around the corner to see that his fears were for nothing.

Seeing a lack of freaks he sighed in relief, "Have you heard anything from you sister of late..."

"Her!" she sneered, "No I haven't even seen her in years, why?"

"There was an old man... and a midget beside a giant... you know general freakiness that comes with those kind of people."

"And?" she glowered.

Vernon gritted his teeth, "do they have a child? I heard some people talking about a Potter… child" he mumbled.

"I don't know I haven't seen that woman in years, she hardly talks to me!"

Vernon started thinking to his maximum capabilities as he thought it over, finally coming to a conclusion that they were normal and in no way have anything to do with the freakiness that the Potter family would bring. Nodding his head he got himself cleaned up from his strenuous activities and readied himself for dinner.

Enjoying dinner with his 'little' son, Vernon was in a pleasant mood once again, as no freakiness had come his way and that made him happier than he had ever been. After dinner he carefully went to his armchair, lowering himself delicately as he had learned the hard way if he fell into it. Grabbing up the remote with excitement he was just about to turn on the telly before the doorbell rang.

"Petunia! Answer the door!"

"Vernon! I am busy with the dishes" she yelled back from the kitchen.

Growling bitterly he stayed firm in his armchair as he waited for the person to ring the bell again, evidently nothing happened so he continued to stay in his chair. Turning on the telly to watch the evening news.

Once again scientists across the country have marvelled at the unorthodox behaviour of owls as of late, it seems to be specific to owls as a whole and no other species of bird. Experts are unable to explain why the owls are acting this way or why it is localized to the owl species as a whole, the most important point is they are nocturnal species but now have been increasingly active in the day time.

Vernon just sat there in his armchair as he stared at the screen, entirely puzzled, not by the possible implications but by what nocturnal and unorthodox meant. Not having the slightest clue and too lazy to find out he did the next best thing.

"Petunia! What does un… unorthodox mean?"

Hearing the exasperated sigh that had become increasingly common from his wife, "unusual or strange, why do you want to know?"

"the people on the telly said that owls have been acting unorthodox lately, but who cares anyway it is just some stupid-" a loud crack was heard at the window, snapping his head around he felt that incredible sinking feeling in his stomach come back full force. An owl was at his window staring at him, using its beak in unnatural freaky ways to knock on the window.

Giving it a hard glare he frowned as he imagined it disappearing like an illusion, unfortunately he was proven incorrect once its beak knocked on the glass again.

Vernon jumped out of his arm chair in horror "Petunia! are you sure nothing happened today" he whispered hoarsely, eyes widening as the owl seemed to get more impatient as it knocked on the window, somehow seeming to communicate it's displeased attitude at being left outside.

Once again the doorbell went off, Vernon chuckled nervously under his breath as he made his way to the door, putting on his best smiling face that had the underlying tone of leave this house right now, Vernon unlatched the door and slowly opened it. Sticking his head outside he found nothing and nobody anywhere nearby, only an empty lawn with all the lights in the neighbourhood off, sighing in relief he closed the door and walked back to his armchair.


A black tabby cat along with an incredibly old man stood outside of the Dursley house under a disillusionment charm, they had just seen the fat walrus stick his head out and completely miss the child on the doorstep in front of him. Evidently his belly was too large to notice it if he wasn't actively looking for it.

"Albus, are you sure this is a good idea" asked Professor McGonagall with a frown on her stern face after she had transformed back into her human form. Her opinion of the Dursley's was less than pleasant, seeing the attitude of the walrus disgusted her and she feared the treatment they would do to Ella. She wanted to look after James and Lily's child herself but Dumbledore wouldn't allow her to and when she argued the only reason he gave was something about blood wards and explained nothing else.

"There is no safer place than here, besides they're family and would love to have another child" he responded with confidence. McGonagall stared at him wondering where he got this unnatural belief about families from as he had just seen the attitude of Mr. Dursley. True she believed in Dumbledore to run a school but his ideas of family were overzealous at best.

"I really don't believe so, the Dursley's have some unusually biased opinions about us, more so than the average muggles."

"That will fade in time, they will see the innocence of her soul and come to love her as their own" displaying a gracious smile.

McGonagall sighed as she thought over the day, she had seen the arrogant muggle walk around and terrorize everyone while overfeeding his little manatee in the high chair. She thought Dumbledore had issues with his own belief system but never dared to mention them to anyone or risk alienation.

Dumbledore slowly started to walk towards the door along with McGonagall following.

"Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"A what?"

"A delicious muggle treat, I am quite fond of their flavour"

"No thanks, I do not believe it is time to for treats" she responded with a glare.

"Sometimes treats are needed to calm the mind and relax, especially after the war."

McGonagall frowned, "Is it finally over, after eleven years it seems so surreal" she frowned. "Is he really gone… for good."

Dumbledore sighed, "it certainly seems so…"

"But the cost, James… Lily" she muttered hoarsely as she leant down to stroke the girl's head. Two students she remembered teaching in school, one a trouble maker and the other a talent, both much too young to suffer as they had.

Dumbledore rang the doorbell once again, "it could have been much worse, we were lucky Voldemort died" seeing McGonagall flinch at the mention of his name he sighed. All the supernatural belief that came with the mention of Voldemort's name was appalling, it was a testament of the effect he had on the Magical world.

"Everybody seems to be scared of Voldemort, calling him You-Know-Who is ridiculous, what if I was talking about someone else and said you-know-who, terribly confusing if you think about it."

"What of his supporters? They may hear the rumours and come here looking for the girl" with an upraised brow.

"They will not know where she is, the wards will protect her from attack and them finding her."

"It's always about these wards" she growled in frustration. He still refused to explain what they were and why they would only work here.

"It is not only that, it would be better for her to grow up with her relatives and she would be hidden in the muggle world" he admonished. McGonagall had a disbelieving expression and was only proven right when the elder manatee came to the door and finally noticed the child. Yelling furiously in an argument with his wife the two quickly closed leaving the child still sitting on the doorstep.

The pair stared at the door in silence at the previous occurrence. McGonagall looked smug while Dumbledore frowned in irritation.

McGonagall coughed into her hand feeling a little ashamed at the unfortunate hatred the Dursley's had for magical people. "You were saying Albus?" in a cold tone.

"I am sure it is just a mistake, maybe he th…" Dumbledore proceeded to wipe his forehead of the sweat that was building.

Annoyed at his reaction McGonagall went up and pressed the doorbell once again, "you better be right about this Albus." On instinct she transformed back into her animagus form before hurrying away to Dumbledore.

"It's for the greater good Minerva."


Just as he was about to sit down the doorbell went off again, "Oh, bollux, damn it!" he growled as he went back to door, slamming it open in a fit of rage.

"I swear to god if any of you kids do this again I am goi-" finally noticing that nobody was there, more importantly no adult or child was there, he glared viciously at the possible places of the hiding children. Still he was left speechless at the small bundle of freakiness he found on the doorstep, "Pe… Petunia…" he whispered as he stared at the baby, choking on his own bile. Dread filled him as he felt all his fears from the day come back in full force and all of them were decidedly unpleasant, ones that he did not approve of whatsoever.

Finally regaining his usual composure, "Petunia! Get out here now!"

"What do you want Vernon, just answer the damn doo-" Petunia also froze as she noticed the child partially hidden by Vernon' girth.

"Vernon! Whose child is this!" she screeched.

"It's not mine!"

"Well, it's certainly not mine! What whore did you sleep with, was it that secretary at work! It better not be or so help me god, I will kill you!" she spat as she leered to his face.

"It's… it's not mine okay" frowning at his precarious position he glanced down at the child, noticing the card with it. Bending down as low as his girth could allow he picked up the card placed on top of the child, the cover was adorned with perfect cursive script. Vernon squinted to read the incredibly neat writing, "It says Ella… Potter?" his eyes widened as he slowly turned back to his wife. Seeing the recognition in her eyes he immediately forced his way inside and shut the door behind himself, crumpling the letter and throwing it in the garbage.

"We are leaving it! Those freaks can come back and pick up their little baby freak!" he growled, stomping back to his chair. The doorbell once again rang, forcing Vernon back to the door, he hid behind the door and waited for the doorbell again, planning to catch the freaks red handed and give them a piece of his mind.

Hearing the eventual ring of the bell he sprang into action and flung the door open, staring wildly as he searched for the perpetrator. The frown only grew when he saw a black tabby cat looking back to him as it was making its way towards the road. Suspicion filled his eyes as he thought of the possibility of more freaks near his house, leaving one of their own freaks at his doorstep. All this freakiness was getting him rattled, and a little peckish as well but mostly rattled.

"Get back here right now! And take your freak with you" The cat hesitated momentarily but made no action to turn around, eventually it slowly continued on its way. Vernon was left looking down at the child on the doorstep in disgust. Deciding to leave it behind he was about to turn around when he noticed the lights in his neighbours house flash on.

"Oh bollocks" he growled as he clicked his tongue.

Gritting his teeth he bent down once again and quickly picked up the little freak and went back inside, slamming the door as he went.

"Vernon! Why is that freak in the house, I thought we were going to leave it?!"

"I wanted to but the neighbours lights came on, if they found a child on our doorstep that we abandoned than the police would come…" seeing her frown he sighed in relief as their reputation Privet Drive wasn't very good.


In a universe not so far away, to put it in perspective the other side of the coin a man named Harry Potter sat at his desk in Hogwarts. Never once had he felt so old, but in this case he is old as he reached the age of one hundred eighty three. His weary bones still held up to the passing of time thanks to his enormous magic core. After stopping Voldemort Harry Potter was praised as a hero for many year, everyone believed in him and held him up in the same esteem if not greater than what they had for Dumbledore after Grindelwald. Truly he had never felt as alone as all his friends had passed away from the death eater remnants or passage of time. Hermione never lived to see freedom from the reign of Voldemort, or the rest of the Weasley's, most of Hogwarts students got caught up in the initial turmoil of the death eater attacks and died. Harry even felt bad for Ron though he hated the little bugger for leaving him and Hermione to search for Horcruxes. Now Harry Potter was the last of his time, outliving the last of his friends and family by decades, even Teddy Lupin who he considered a son of sorts as he had never had his own.

Harry spent the majority of his time delving into anything he wished as he had the Hogwarts resources at his disposal, learning magic to pass time while he was the headmaster of the school. Exploring every nook and cranny of the castle he was proud to say that he had discovered the most secret passages of all the headmasters. Through age and experience he had gained one of the keenest minds history would ever know.

All the time spent had allowed him to learn every dark arts but one always puzzled him, the Horcruxes always seemed like a strange magic, like something was missing. Through many years of research he had finally come to a discovery of the intended use of a Horcrux, the magic had been bastardized by Herpo the Foul for immortality.

Now Harry Potter finished his paperwork, leaving information for his replacement, he wearily got up from his chair, passing Fawkes as he headed to the door; Hedwig had died over a century ago from a killing curse. Harry Potter had lived one of the longest lives of all wizards and witches, if his plan failed and he died then he wouldn't mind as he believed it was time to pass the torch to the younger generation anyway.

"Goodbye Fawkes" he smirked, the bird just stared at him, he had long come to terms with what Harry planned. "Don't worry I'll see you again, just not in the future."

"So I see its goodbye now Harry Potter" the sorting hat chuckled.

Harry glanced at the old dilapidated hat, still an old brown leather but very much alive in a way, "I guess it is goodbye, maybe I will meet another you in another time... or maybe not at all" he chuckled.

Walking out the door he shut it for the last time to the sound of the hat laughing, not doubting his impending actions for a second. Smiling happily as he passed the crowds of students around him, though it was forced as none of them had the same relationship he had craved for so long. Harry missed his family and friends but to the students he would always be a headmaster or an idol, someone they would fear or revere but never make friends with. His extensive age didn't help with that at all.

"Hello students" addressing a group of second years huddled in the hallway laughing, Harry smiled as he could already tell it was probably about some prank they had planned.

Immediately they stiffened as they acknowledged his presence, stuttering "Hello... Professor Potter..." Harry stared at them as he waited for them to crumble under his gaze. Surprisingly they seemed to be of a stronger brood as they held firm for slightly longer, but all eventually cowed before him as he turned to the youngest, Josh was his name he thought as he stared at the now sweating child.

"We… we didn't do anything!" the youngest sputtered. All his friends glanced at him quickly in betrayal before trying to look innocent in front of the headmaster, chuckling lightly in a joking manner as they pretended nothing happened.

"Just don't get caught" he responded as he headed on his way, the children stared at his back in surprise before running off in the opposite direction while laughing nervously.

Slowly he made his way up to the seventh floor, holding so many memories for him was the room of requirement. The one true hideout for him in the castle besides the Chamber of Secrets where he could be alone. Passing the door three times he thought of the magic preparation room he had prepared previously, the greatest quality of the room of requirement is preparations done in the room can be left and accessed at a later date.

As the door appeared he quickly glanced back down the hall to find no students, grinning with youth he walked behind the tapestry and entered the room. On the floor held his greatest piece of work, the true intentions of a Horcrux as it wasn't really meant to be a vessel to hold a soul, it had another purpose. Designed many year ago to avoid great tragedy, in ancient magical texts a spell such as this was mentioned to be used by Noah to save humanity from the great flood. Though it was a legend some legends had a kernel of truth to them and in this case the magic ritual was a real spell.

Harry smiled wistfully as he walked to the centre of the ritual circle and got out his wand, the activation was truly simple as everything else was ingrained into the runes on the floor. All variables he desired were marked on the ground and after he had completed this ritual they would fade with the residual magic. Similar to making a Horcrux, the spell required the splitting of a soul, specifically the casters soul was required to split or else the ritual would be useless and the caster would die.

"Avada Kedavra" he murmured, staring straight ahead for his last look at this Hogwarts in confidence as the green light filled his vision. No fear was in him as he stared at the light, only acceptance to his coming fate.

To experience your death by your own hand was a strange thing, in his few milliseconds of coherence Harry could feel his soul splitting from committing murder. At the same time he felt his soul being ripped from his flesh, molecule by molecule from the killing curse. As the life left his eyes, his soul never left for the next great adventure as Dumbledore would say, it stayed as an ethereal green form. Quivering in the air as it was held in place by the now purple glowing runes and a small portion to his aged body on the floor. No explosion of magic was heard, not a sound echoed in the complete silence of the room of requirement. The soul once known as Harry Potter smirked in triumph as he slowly faded away. The only thing left in the room of requirement was his body and the runes on the floor, both of which faded from existence not soon after. That was the last anyone had seen of the greatest wizard known to the magical world since the time of Merlin.