Author note

Hi everybody, I'm glad to write this after a year of absence. It's me lamiaseb, but I lost my passeword and couldn't open my old account anymore. Last year had been truly hectic, I had completed my degree only to lose my grandmother a week later, and then I began working, so couldn't find time for my fics. I hope to be able to update soon.

This is a re-writing of my fic second chance, it has the same idea, just more details, and a better explanation. I hope you'll like it.

Prologue

It was finally over. That was all that harry could think of. The battle of Hogwarts had just ended, and with it so was the life of so many people. Good and bad.

Harry couldn't shake the feeling, that so many died for nothing, Remus, Tonks, Dobby, Colin, Moody and even Snape, had died so just he could defeat Voldemort.

He soon found himself unable to endure all the acclamations and congratulations he was receiving, feeling that he wasn't worthy of it.

Escaping the great hall he took of, not knowing where to go until he found himself in front of the ROR. He notice that the door was there, so he must have already passed in front of the tapestry three times. Entering he was surprised to find himself in a bedroom.

That was the first time he let himself go and cried for all he lost and endured. He didn't know how long, but he kept crying, and his tears just kept coming each time he rememberd the deads. He couldn't shake the feeling that his life could have been better, and those dead have been avoided had he been prepared, had he had a better life. Maybe if his parents hadn't died, or if Sirius had raised him, or Remus, or somebody else, he could have been stronger, he could have ended Moldyshort sooner. Maybe if Snape hadn't been a bastard to him, maybe he could have had learned occulomancy and maybe other things for the potion master.

Maybe if Snape had let go of his hatred, they could have worked togheter. He knew that it was his father fault, so maybe, if his father hadn't tormented Snape, things would have been different. Snape had also been abused by his father, and that abuse led to his attitude, so maybe if he had a different childhood, things could have been different.

Maybe if someone had a second chance it could be different. This train of thought led to a series of interesting scenarios running in Harry's head. He found himself imagining what would different people do. Himself, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore… he kept thinking of how each one of them would act if given the chance, when he thought of Snape. That was someone who he could very well predict his actions. Harry couldn't help but be curious, how would Snape react if given a second chance? What would he do with it?

Harry was so tired that he drifted to sleep, with that last thought in head, not noticing the glow that surrounded the three items that he still had carried with him. The three hallows.

Nobody understood their magic, and nobody knew what they could do, Dumbledore had tried to use them, but he didn't found how to activate their magic. In fact he had the answer but didn't know it. To be able to use them need one small thing, not to seek them, no to intent to use them. Just like the Mirror of Errised, the only one who could find the stone was the one not trying to use it. And Harry was just thinking of his life, wanting it to change yes, but no seeking the hollows to do it. So without knowing it he activated their power. He didn't know it but with that small wish he had changed the fate of many more that he imagined, and not just in the wizarding world.

To be countinued