Here goes my next try at a fanfiction. I might stay with this one. Then again I might not. This is one is more to play with the world and the ideas in it. As for its title... Well that's up to you to figure out why it's called that. If there is weird formatting, sorry, I wrote this on my iPad.
Prologue
The dreams had stayed with him. PTSD some called it. Memories and darkness lurking in the back of his mind. He was sure that some of the things he had seen would haunt him until his dying day. The basilisk, the dementors, Remus dead, Tonks dead, and so much more.
Yes. He knew now that it would haunt him. He needed a holiday. Time away from it all. He needed to know:
Why?
What happened to Tom Riddle? What made him Dark? Where had he gone in the absence before he came back to ask for the DADA job?
The unanswered questions lay in the back of his mind scratching and clawing their way to the forefront of his thoughts. The old man didn't know the answers. He himself had said so. But who would? There must be someone out there who could tell him. Someone knew something. But where to begin? Where to start?
As the days after the battle wore on these were what plagued Harry Potter as he helped rebuild the wizarding world. A year of death, destruction, and madness had taken its toll on the population. Harry found himself in the headmaster's office often, talking to the portraits of Snape and Dumbeldore discussing the topics that bothered him so much. Neither were very helpful. Snape seemed to have relaxed towards Harry seeing as he was dead and Harry knew the truth at last.
Harry was not content. He must know. He must find out. Knowledge was power after all.
A year after the battle Harry made his decision. He packed his rucksack once more. He made his goodbyes. He made his excuses. Healing is what he wanted and he would only find it in knowledge.
'I must know. I must find out. What happened? What did he find?' Harry thought.
He walked out of the gates of the castle, guarded by winged boars, and up towards the high road. He took a deep breath.
Time for a trip down memory lane.