Warnings: This is utterly canon- including epilogue. However, I'm taking liberties with the inbetween bits. There will be slashy undertones, mentions of neglect, angst, bad language
7/1- The Difference
Harry decided, quite promptly, that he loved magic. It was filled with the friendly chaos and imagination he had craved his entire childhood. It was disordered and made perfect sense. It came as naturally to Harry as walking. He could do this. He could learn to love this world, with it's strangeness and it's beauty.
Everything- even violence- was tinged with beauty in this world, as though magic softened all edges.
Harry wouldn't change anything about his new world- not the fact that his parents were dead, or that he was famous, or that bratty Malfoy.
Because it was stunning.
And different.