Chapter 1
Harry looked at the mess and shook his head. How could all this have happened? He repeated over and over in his head that it was his fault but... was it really anyone's fault? If only he could have stopped, and changed his mind at that last minute. Maybe all this would have never happened... and he wouldn't feel so bad about everything.
"See what you've done?"
Harry turned to the desesperated girl whose words hit him like a knife. As soon as his gaze met her green eyes crying tears, he looked away.
"You could have done something! Why did you let all this happen? Where's the amazing Harry Potter now, huh? Where's the guy I fell for?"
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry's aren't gonna bring them back."
Harry knew that, obviously. He was not an idiot. He felt anger fill his whole body and really wanted to scream at her. That is until he realized he felt this anger towards... himself.
She looked so desesperated. He knew what this friendship meant to her. She had lost a large part of her life.
First Year in Hogwarts
Harry followed a red hair family until the platform 9 and 3/4. From further, he watched some of them quickly pass inside the wall. His eyes became wide with what he saw. After a while, he shook his head. If he was going to be a wizard from now on, he should stop to be surprised by every magical thing he sees.
He felt the urge to go ask them what it was all about, and how he should do it, but he stopped himself when he heard what seemed like the mom of the family, explain everything to one of her children.
Harry waited patiently. As the last red head passed through the wall, he took a big breath and quickly ran with his carriage straight on the brick. Intuition made him close his eyes and weirdly, he wasn't surprised to find himself in one piece in front of a huge train.
"Phase One successfull." he thought.
Finally, he found himself in the train, in front of the cabin where one of the red head was sitten. After some seconds, he shrugged. If he had to make friends in this train, he would probably have to make the first move.
He opened the door and smiled to the boy in front of him.
"Are these seats taken?"
"No."
Harry sat down and the other boy extended his hand.
"Ron Weasley."
"Harry Potter." he answered, shaking his new friend's hand.
Even if everyone had reacted that way in the past day, Harry still couldn't understand the expression of surprise on Ron's face.
"So you really exist?"
Harry nodded, trying not to smile.
"So you must have..." Ron started. "The scar?" he almost whispered, after seeing the frown on Harry's face.
Harry couldn't help but smile this time as he pushed the hair on his forehead to let his lightining scar show.
"Wicked."
And without knowing it, Harry had traced an other line in his destiny. A line in the good way. A line that he almost passed next to... A line that could still drift in an other direction.