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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine (unfortunately) I just own the plot and my beautiful OCs :3

Summary: Seven years after the war has ended Harry is approached with the opportunity of going to a world where he can be happy after he discovers a sad truth. But of course, he is Harry Potter and things never go the way he wants to. So now he is stuck in the body of a boy called Hadrian Evans who died when his uncle tried to summon the 'Master of Death' and not only does he has to deal with going to Hogwarts again, he has to deal with seeing his parents who had no idea he is the alternate self of their son who is a total dick, while trying to not get involved in the new war that is harboring. Can he do it? Or will he succumb to the desire to help? Hermione always did used to say he had a "Saving-people" thing going on...

Pairing: None so far... I accept suggestions :3

Warnings: AU, OC's, Non-Cannon, OOCness, Dimension-Travel, kind-of Time-Travel, meddling Dumbledore and a lot of Bashing (not going to say who though). Cannon until fifth year, the war ends seven years later after it began (2002). More warnings will be added in the future.

INSPIRED THE FANFIC "C'est la Vie" BY cywscross

Published: 04-02-15

Book One: C'est la Vie

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Chapter One: The Wrong Moment, Turned The Right Moment

Normal PoV

Harry stared at the reflection in the mirror with impassive, almost dead eyes.

The person that stared right back at him was definitely him, or at least it had been him since the last seven years.

Harry James Potter was no longer the little boy he was once upon a time, when he was still studying at Hogwarts. Many things had happened since the war started and the young hard headed, yet happy boy he used to be was gone. Harry supposed everything started with Sirius' death. No, maybe it started with Cedric's death but Harry never noticed until his beloved godfather was gone.

After Sirius was murdered by his crazy cousin at the Department of Mysteries and Harry himself tried to murder the woman, a part of him broke. He had used an unforgivable, however unsuccessful it actually was, and a part of him broke. Being a minor and all that mean that he still had the traces on him and that resulted in the Ministry being alerted on his usage of under aged magic, while the Aurors were notified that he had used an unforgivable.

That, of course, didn't end well for Harry.

Yes, the Minister and a few more managed to finally saw, and admitted to themselves that Voldemort was back after they got a glimpse of him in the Ministry, but Cornelius Fudge was quick to point out that Harry had used an unforgivable, skillfully forgetting to add that it was done on a well-known Death Eater, and not even a week later Harry had his wand snapped and Dumbledore basically threw him out of Hogwarts soon after.

There had been many reactions to this. Some people were angry at Harry, and some others were angry on his behalf. There were some that were confused, and others that simply refrained from openly sharing their opinions.

Harry's friends' reactions had been... unexpected.

Hermione had frowned at the mention of him using an unforgivable, but forgave him because she knew that it was only because of pain Harry had been going through at the moment he did it. He wouldn't had dared to use it otherwise.

Ron had avoided during his last days at Hogwarts and Harry had seriously considered that it meant Ron wanted nothing to do with him anymore. It surprised him when during the summer Hedwig arrived with a letter from the read head where the youngest Weasley male apologized for his actions and admitted he had had no idea how to act around Harry. And it was understandable, Ron had grown up with the ideology that only dark wizards used the unforgivables, and there it was Harry using one. Harry who Ron had known since they were both elven and was his best friend in the world. Harry who he had fought alongside with. Harry who had saved his little sister from being both killed by a basilisk and having her life and magic sucked out of her. Harry who had saved him even after he had turned his back on him. And the same Harry who had saved his father's life not too long ago.

Harry the most selfless persons he had ever met.

So Ron apologized and promised to keep contact with him even though Harry would no longer return to Hogwarts the next year.

That summer had been the worst.

Harry couldn't even remember it very well. The only thing he remember was his Uncle ordering to do something, then something smashing against the kitchen floor, and finally pain.

Pain, pain, pain and some more pain.

Next thing Harry knew, he was on a hospital bed bandaged from head to toe and unable to move.

It turned out that his uncle had beat him to the pulp and he would have died had the neighbor's child not broken the Dursleys window. The little nine year old had knocked the door trying to get his ball back and also wanting to apologize for the damage he had caused when he heard the commotion and ran back home to alert his family.

Harry had never been more grateful to anyone in his life.

Social services had arrived and had taken a hold of him making everything in their power to keep Harry away from the Dursleys, and that was the most anyone had even done for Harry in the past. A lot of people had told him they would help, but all of them at the end disappeared, teachers who had noticed would transfer schools. Basically anyone who had noticed suddenly got promotions too good to reject, and there was even the nice old woman that died of a heart attack not even three days after she called child services on the Dursleys.

Harry suspected it was Dumbledore. The old goat had an unhealthy obsession with trying to keep him in Privet Drive with his aunt and uncle, an obsession Harry had never been able to understand. Fortunately, this time no one was able to make him return with his relatives. The Minister had basically ordered everyone not to contact Harry or intervene in anyway in his life, so not even Dumbledore was able to do anything at all.

Harry was then placed in an orphanage.

It didn't come as a surprise, really. He had no other family, so it was understandable that he would end up there. What did come as a surprise was when two weeks later he was called to the matrons' office and was told someone wanted to adopt him.

And what came as an even bigger surprise was that the person wanting to adopt him was none other than one Severus Snape.

The fifteen, almost sixteen year old had blatantly refused to go anywhere with his former Potions teacher and he practically glued his feet to the ground trying to stay in place. But of course, the man was never known as a patient person and he ended up stunning Harry and altering the memories of the matron to adjust to what he needed.

When Harry finally regained consciousness he hissed at the man like an angry cat, and demanded answers. Answers he hadn't actually thought he would get. Imagine his surprise when he got them. As it turned out, Harry did have family left.

And that family came in the form of one Severus Snape.

It was hard for Harry. The person who had been bullying him for the last five years was actually his relative? Many questions had slapped Harry in the face. Did Snape knew? If he knew, why hide it? If he didn't know, why didn't he? Why had it taken him so long to approach him? Did anyone else knew? He had wanted to ask all of this but was unable to, his body had simply frozen.

In the end, it was actually a little piece of paper that answered Harry's questions.

Sterile.

James Potter was sterile.

It came as a huge shock to Harry since he had always been told that he resembled his "father" greatly, but had his mother's eyes.

Harry had discovered that so much inbreeding had caused his father to be sterile and unable to have children, so they had both decided to find a surrogate father. The first option had been obviously Sirius, but for some reason or another they ruled him out alongside with Remus Lupin, due to his monthly problem, and Peter Pettigrew. The next option had been Frank Longbottom, Neville's father, but for some reason they didn't chose him either and Snape was the other candidate Harry's mother had suggested, and in the end had won despite James' protests.

Harry discovered in the letter written by him mother that she and Snape used to be friends when they were younger and continued to be so until Snape called Lily a mudblood after he had a fight with James that ended up with their friendship being broken.

At least that was the version everyone knew.

It turned out that Lily eventually forgave Snape after thinking it though, since the Slytherin and Lily had known each other since they were nine years old. She knew that Snape had only lashed out at her because he had been frustrated and feeling weak and cornered, not because he really meant it. The two had made up, but kept their friendship a secret from others since Lily thought it would be safer for both of them.

So Harry had been born biologically Snape's son (which actually explained why in the world his hair was black, and not brown like James Potter), and later had been blood-adopted by Lily's husband, officially introducing him to the Potter family and blood.

All of this was obviously kept a secret from everyone, absolutely everyone. The only ones knowing being James and Lily themselves since they obliviated Severus by his request, so it made sense why no one ever told him that piece of information. The only reason Snape himself had learned this was because he had received a letter from Gringotts. It seemed that after Sirius died, Harry had been named the Lord of the Black family and was emancipated, and official adult in the eyes of magical Britain. There was nothing they could do if he tried to get a new wand. The Minister had actually done Harry an injustice by breaking his wand in the Ministry of Magic since he had already been named Lord Black and emancipated by then.

With that Gringotts letter, many statements came revealing many things. As it was, Dumbledore was actually keeping him in the dark and was planning for Voldemort to kill him in order to defeat the Dark Lord.

Which didn't sit well with Harry.

Harry had tried to investigate more, but before he could, the day when his Hogwarts letter was supposed to arrive came, but instead of receiving nothing at all, a letter with the seal of a rose was brought by a white owl.

Harry had been invited to attend Beauxbatons.

The first reaction he had was to deny it, but he had also admitted to himself that once September arrived Snape would have to leave for Hogwarts to continue his facade as spy for both sides, and Harry would be left all alone and without anyone to teach him. So after a long discussion with his guardian, both decided it would be far better it Harry attended the French school.

Learning French in less than a month was no fun. Harry had runes applied to his skin like tattoos that would help him learn things faster, but the mother of headaches that followed afterwards was definitely not worth it. But still, he was determined to learn the language and not depend on translation charms. At the end of the month he was able to talk with others people, although a little awkwardly, but it was enough for him to get through.

Soon enough the day he would leave for Beauxbatons arrived and he was surprised that he would use a portkey instead of riding a train like he had done for Hogwarts. He wasn't very happy with the arrangement since Harry hated portkeys and side-apparition, but he guessed it would be acceptable since he would only have to do it a maximum of six times a year.

School was hard. The curriculum at the French school had a higher standard than the one Hogwarts had, something that had Hermione seething in jealousy, and Harry had to be thrown a year back in order to not fail. Something that had Harry grimacing, but fortunately he had received a lot of help from Gabrielle Delacour that was attending her first year at the school. Both of them spent so much time together Gabrielle became like a little sister to Harry, and Harry an older brother to Gabby, as well as a little brother to Fleur.

It had been the middle of the year when Harry suddenly collapsed out of nowhere and had another vision yet again of a Hogwarts teacher being attacked by a snake. A snake that was apparently him.

This raised a lot of questions from the teachers at the school and it eventually led to the discovery on the horcrux in Harry's forehead after they had confirmed the murder of said teacher. Which also helped discover the rest of the horcrux.

And so, the hunt began.

Harry was trained by the best of the best soon after the knowledge of the horcrux was given to him and the thing had been extracted from his head. He had been trained in the art of dueling and had learned to use runes for defense and healing magic. He had even learned martial arts and how to use muggle weapons. Death Eaters were known for believing muggles means were useless against magic.

Well not anymore.

So a little after Harry turned seventeen, and not forgetting to attend his sœur's wedding, he left in the company of Ron and Hermione to hunt down the dark artifacts. Something that proved to be even harder than he thought.

Voldemort always seemed a step ahead of them, he had managed to collect his horcruxes back with the exception of the diary that Harry had destroyed during his second year and the locket that Kreacher guarded, which was given to him by Sirius' brother who had stolen it and replaced it with a fake one.

The rest were being protected by the dark wizard and the group could only curse their bad timing.

Without the horcruxes to help them, they had to find another way to defeat Voldemort. It took a total of seven years for the war to end, the Dark wizard killed by having his head cut with the Gryffindor sword by Harry himself.

No one told the young Potter his problems wouldn't end there.

Sooooo... you love it? hate it?

*C'est la vie" This is life. French.

*Sœur: Sister in French.

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