AUTHORS NOTE

Alright obviously I have no rights nor ownership of any kind over the names or world from the Harry Potter series. I am just an avid fan who likes to put his own sick and twisted spin on this and everything else.

As with anything that I've ever wrote or will write I wish for patience and reviews. I've been around ff long enough to take criticism so feel free to be constructive. If its the worst story you've ever read and feel the need to tell me. GO AHEAD just tell me why and perhaps leave a good way to fix it, if it is indeed something that can be fixed and of course I feel inclined to take your advice I will make changes. Alright over the edge and into the deep let's take the plunge together, shall we?

CHAPTER ONE

Withering

In the decrepit room of his deceased godfathers ancestral home, lay Harry Potter the Hero of Hogwarts, the Chosen One , the boy who lived...no longer a boy. It had been 19 years since his victory over the greatest dark lord in history. Voldemort. But as time has gone on and the relief has passed, his greatest victory has proven to be his damnation. Voldemorts death had forever changed him. Having lived through the destruction of himself as a horcrux he was the only thing on earth familiar for all of Voldemorts broken energies to cling to. Almost two decades of having to live with the negative influence of Voldemorts power inside of him Harry had effectively driven every person out of his life to ashamed to allow anyone to see him in his defiled state.

"KREATURE", he roared. With a small snap the wrinkled and filthy elf materialized into view. With a deep bow it's cooked nose touched the dark wood floor it asked, "Master called for kreature?". With a grimace Harry extended a long pale arm with spider like fingers. "Bring me my cane Kreature.". Kreature scuttled quickly across the room while his master waited patiently on the bed. After receiving his cane Harry forced himself into a standing position and slowly made his way to the mirror in his master Bathroom.

Looking sadly at his uncovered face he reminisced about his childhood features and that of his parents, knowing that if his younger self saw him as he is now he would be repulsed by what he saw.

After the final battle with the dark lord, he had felt elation, wonder, and a sense of supreme relief. For a moment. Seconds after the dark lord fell he heard his friends call out his name and then everything turned dark, he felt the most mind numbing pain memories that weren't even his own flooded his senses. Countless murders, flashes of joy, battling his former Headmaster. All came crashing down upon him.

He spent months in Saint Mungo's Trying to identify who he truly was. Man or beast? Hero or conqueror? Harry or Tom?

In the end he just woke up. His girlfriend and friends all gathered around him. He remembered how Ginny had smiled at him that day. How she flung herself onto him wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing quietly on his shoulder. In the background he could Mr and Mrs Weasley arguing about taking their picture, Ron and Hermiones faces both smiling so widely at him. Ginny pulled her face from his shoulder looked into his eyes and said, "Harry I can't believe your back. We were all so worried about you!", she exclaimed breathlessly. Remembering his confusion when he said, "but...Ginny. My name is..Tom.".

Harry opened his eyes willing away the rest of the awful memory. 'My mental state isn't the only thing that's changed either.' he thought bitterly. After decades of housing Voldemorts magic his tongue had forked, his skin had turned a deathly pale, and his eyes become blood red slits.

"Well at least you still have a nose" he said to himself. " and your hair" he laughed joylessly after running his skeletal fingers through his long black strands.

After a long moment in silence kreature stepped forward. Bowing deeply again the filthy elf looked up at him and asked, "Does master need anything else from Kreature?" making sure to avert it's bat like eyes.

After a moment of contemplating; in his high raspy voice, "My wand Kreature..". With a nervous look and a snap of its twig like fingers his wand popped into view.

"The biggest change of all " he all but whispered. Looking down at his wand he ghost his fingers over its polished surface. " yew with a Phoenix feather". After many years of his magic act volatile with every other wand wand Harry discovered only the wand of his fallen foe would truly work for him now. Loathe as he was to use it at first, knowing that it had killed countless including his own parents, Harry had come to covet the wand as his own. Firmly grasping the bone handle he flicked his wand at the house elf forcing it to apparate into another room.

Taking one last look at the mirror he sighed to himself and began making the long trek down the stairs. Walking slowly and deliberately careful he made his way to his personal study. He had spent nearly 15years now holed up in this house. Not since the time of his Ginny's divorce had he truly spent any significant time away from his home

He and Ginny had spent 4 miserable years together after the war. He couldn't blame her really for leaving him anymore. She had to deal with his physical deterioration and violent mood swings. In retro-spect he's a lil surprised she lasted so long. Granted his physical appearance didn't change until much later in his life. He was still very much a man when they were together. At least in appearance. But now he can't stand for the world to see him.

He's recieved countless job offers anywhere from a professor at hogwarts to becoming the next candidate for Minister of magic. Even to this day he receives fan mail hailing him a hero, asking him to attend political meetings or make public appearances "for the good of the people." or

So the current spineless minister keeps writing to him.

What the people need is a shining example of good in this world. A true knight in shining armor. Not the truth. Not a half dead shell of a man whose just to stubborn to die yet. Even though each passing year it seems harder to hold on. As if death was actually annoyed with his first few failures to take him to the afterlife.

So here he was. The hero, the monster, and most importantly the ill tempered hermit. He would do as he always does with his days now. Read, eat, and try not to think about the people he pushed out of his life.

After several hours spent read through one of the more questionable tomes in his private library. A book mainly tailored to partial transfigurations and human mutation. He began to hear an insistent tapping noise from his study. Dismissing it at first as Kreature attempting to clean some old relic of his former masters. After several minutes of ignoring the sound he decided that he would simply have to find Kreature and punish him for the blatant disrespect for his desired quiet.

Just as he was getting ready to go curse Kreature he chanced a look out his window and saw a large grey/brown barn owl perched upon his windowsill. Knowing only one person with access to post him at him at any point. He called upon his magic and willed the window open. Gratefully the owl kept forward landed on his high backed chair and extended its leg.

Reaching out Harry swiftly took the letter and waved the animal away. With an indignant hoot it flew out the window, which closed behind it with a quick swish.

Eyeing the embroidered envelope with a little desire to set it aflame. He opened the letter to see the neat and orderly hand writing of his godson.

Dear Harry

I'm writing to you now to let you know that I'm engaged. Last night while I was taking rose out to dinner I asked her to marry me and she said yes. I know that you haven't been around the Weasley's since your divorce but it would mean the world to me if you be there at our engagement party on this Friday. I already told the everyone that I invited you so there wont be anyone for you to claim would be unwilling to have you. It will start this 12:00 p.m. At the burrow. I would truly like to see you there. So please consider attending.

Love you godson

Teddy

Harry stared unseeingly at the letter for several minutes after he was done reading it.

After a moment contemplation snapped his fingers in summons.

Kreature popped into view once more.

Angling it's bulbous eyes anywhere but at Him it asked, "Master called for Kreature?".

Allowing himself a small sneer at the elf he replied, "I need you to go to diagonal alley to pick up a few things for me.."

"yes master" the elf simpered.

Friday, October 27th, 2017

For the first time in well over a decade Harry Potter was outside. And he was petrified of his decision to do so. He stood unmoving on top of the hill where he had spent many an in his childhood with Ron and his brothers playing quidditch.

Now 19 years later here he stood again but this time as an ominous hooded figure listening to the happy music and shouted voices coming from the small farmhouse in the distance. Steeling himself for what was sure to be an unpleasant evening. He began walking the well worn path towards the Weasley family home.

He knew this day was coming soon. His godson had been dating Ron and Hermiones daughter for a little over three years now. Harry been nearly flooded with posts from teddy all throughout stating his affections for his long time friends daughter.

Friends he had not spoken to in over a decade. Hermione was even the last person to ever see him. Before he had his home warded against the world. So he didn't have to face them anymore.

Hopefully he could make his presence known to teddy and slip out before any conversation arises. Avoiding an ex wife and her spurned family was something that he had been quite good at for some time. Although with how he had enchanted his hood to cover his face and keep his features obscured underneath he doubted anyone would be comfortable talking to him.

Taking a deep breathe and squeezing his cane for comfort he lifted his pale hand and knocked on the door hoping they couldn't hear him over the music. "I'LL GET IT" he heard the boisterous voice of his godson on the other side.

Followed by the motherly voice of Molly Weasley, "Honestly Teddy sit down. I'll get it. You really mustn't get your hopes over this. You know how ill he is"

Suddenly the door opened revealing a slightly older Molly Weasley with a slowly slipping smile "oh..my..lord..how may I help you..?". She stammered.

In his quietest voice he said, "Hello Mrs Weasley It's been a long time. ". After a moment of her standing wide eyed at him he shifted uncomfortably. "Teddy asked that I come congratulate him on the good news"

Shaking quick enough to cause whiplash Molly looked searching up at him and cautiously asked, " Harry?"

He smiled ruefully at her knowing she could not see it. Exhaling softly he replied, " A little older and somewhat less reckless than you last saw me but yes"

Nodding slight as though she just made a particularly grueling decision. She looked over her shoulder and called, "Teddy I have someone here waiting on you".

A loud crash and an indignant shout that sounded startlingly like his former best friend, a broad young man with smooth black hair came sliding into the kitchen.

"HARRY". Without any preamble the young man crossed the short distance between them and trapped him in a tight hug. With a surge of adrenaline from the too tight embrace he pushed him away with his magic and was left panting clutching his cane with all his leftover strength.

"Idiot ..boy" he said coldly. Teddy scrambled to his ignored the sputtering Mrs Weasely and helped right him to a more proper standing position.

His vision began to spin and he barely could hear the reprimand Molly was dishing out to his shamefaced godson.

Calling out weakly for her attention, "Molly I don't suppose you have a place that I might sit down for moment?"

A slight shift and a hand grabbed hold of his arm to lead him into the other room. He was gently guided into a comfortable chair and after a moment of pinching his nose he cleared his vision; the room and the other faces swam into view. The unmistakable faces of his former friends all surrounded him.

All he could think before his former friends obvious discomfort was ask the gods why he had decided to come to this god forsaken party. Disgruntled, frightened,

Unsure, worried all emotions he could see nestled in his friends minds. 'Lier's and betrayers the lot of them' he thought bitterly. Keeping his solely focused on the happy couple in front of him. He reached into his robes and withdrew two packages.

"Rose" he spoke quietly. Her head snapping up to look directly up at him eyes full of trepidation and awe. "Finally looking upon you I can see why my teddy has fallen so deeply.". She blushed deeply at his words. "To celebrate your impending nuptials I have gotten you both a gift". Slowly lifting the lid on the small brown box. He revealed a heavily jeweled ruby necklace. Smiling slightly at her loud gasp. He lifted the brightly shining so that she can take it from him.

With her hand covering her heart she looked wantingly at the necklace before shaking her head and looking at him misty eyed, "oh but this must have cost a fortune. I just cant accept such an extravagant gift!", she said somewhat forlorn.

With a laugh at her insecurities he willed the necklace up in a display of wandless magic that had the younger occupants awed and the older unnerved. He settled it unto her and allowed to marvel at it. Before turning to his godson.

"To you Teddy I have a little more.", looking down at his lap bracing himself for the speech he had prepared. "Ted. I don't have time left. I know that now.". Looking up to see Teddy's reaction. "I leave you all of my fortune and my various properties.".

Teddy adverted his gaze looking anywhere but at him.

"no" Teddy's steely voice reverberated though the room.

Taken aback by the reaction. "Surely you don't understand..."

Teddy waved his crossly through the air effectively cutting him off. "No harry you don't understand". He leaned forward so he was staring directly at where he assumed my Harry's must be.

"harry I wanted you hear so that I could have another chance with the man I used to view as a father when iwas younger" Teddy stood so that he was towering over harry's sitting form. "but hearing you hear trying to pawn off your money on me and then just leave like you owe nothing is just too much.". He started to pace back and forth his breath became labored as he began yelling every other word.

"I just wanted one day with the man I used to know before you hid yourself away like a cowardly snake.! You were a man once now I don't even know what you are!"

Rage boiling through his magic poured out through the room like an oppressive cloak. His presence subduing all in the room.

Harry rounded on Teddy. He wrapped his hands around his throat pulling him close.

Teddy looked at him in wanton challenge. " You aren't the man I used to know. You are monster!". Throwing him bodily from him Harry stormed out of the small home feeling like his heart was beating out of chest. Hobbling as fast his body would he made for the apparation point. Part way there he noticed his body began to shiver. His energy began to ebb away, he slowly realizing he was having difficulty breathing. Collapsing to the ground his vision began to blur and he felt the looked the earth was melting beneath him.

Then everything faded to black.

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Authors note

Alright I hate beginnings I'm always terrible at them. Please bare with the current rushed style i really only liked the idea of this story when i can get on to the later chapters. So grit your teeth and move ahead the idea concept of this story will be better than the execution.