21 year old Auror Harry Potter could not believe it. he had finally done it. One year, it had taken him a complete year to finish his creation. Lately it had become an obsession of his. he could have asked Hermione, but she would have eventually realized its purpose. He considered his creation, he decided to call it the Timeless Vault. It would allow him to store a pensieve of all his memories, not that it was too difficult to create a pensieve, instead of reliving one scene, the white mist entered directly in the person's head and could relay larger amount of information, nearly 15 years worth of memories transferred to a person within a few hours. The trickier part was creating the timeless vault.

He was not sure whether he wanted to go further with the invention. At first it was just a crazy idea, and later it became a challenge he wanted to overcome. And now that he finally created it, he was uncertain of the ramifications. Despite all the near-deaths in his life, completely unsafe school, bullying relatives and teachers etc. his life turned out alright. Proceeding would alter events completely. Not that he was currently unhappy, but all his experiences had taken a toll on him. All he really wanted was to experience an ordinary childhood. He knew Hermione would be alright, her wits and intelligence mean she would excel in any dimension. His thoughts immediately went to Ginny. She spent a year in Hogwarts after the Battle, signed the quidditch team and that night was his first time. Not that he was disappointed it wasn't her first time as well, but she was always so busy. Whilst he was glad she wanted to do something with her life, it took him longer to understand why she chose quidditch. She wanted to make a name for herself, to be noticed next to Harry. Not that quidditch would be able to surmount to his reputation... 3 years later (a year of which was spent in training) and she was still on the reserve team. Not that she was not a good player, but she was still unable to defeat him in their rare matches. He realized the disappointment would soon turn to envy and Harry came to the conclusion that their relationship was hence doomed. Lastly he thought of Ron, and his face almost unwillingly formed into a little frown. He couldn't believe he was naive enough to call that piece of shit his friend. After abandoning him more times than possible, the last one during the Hunt took his toll. He didn't push him away because he was too tired and it would make no sense just to ditch him after the victory, people would think he had gone crazy so Harry kept his mouth shut and appeared 'friendly', or at least tried very hard to. His obvious hate for him started to become obvious even to that thick headed oaf.

His frown increased as he realized he only had 3 people he was really close to. All others had left him a long time ago. And no he was not thinking of Dumbledore.

After his Auror training he finally had time to sit down and think through everything. It was the first time he actually had nothing happening, apart from his ongoing machine. He realized he might have hated Dumbledore more than Voldemort. Shocking yes, but at least Voldemort had made his intentions clear from Day 1. He hated that Dumbledore lied to him on numerous occasions, kept things from him, and mostly manipulated him, Oh yes the whole "accidentally meeting the Weasleys" on his way to Hogwarts his first year was no coincidence at all. Having sent 5 kids to Hogwarts Molly could not have "forgotten" the platform number. It had to be a cunning plan of Dumbledore to know everything about Harry, as if the trace; tracking charms; Teacher & Order spies and Squib neighbours were not enough. It was a known fact that the Weasley ware large supporters of Dumbledore, he could have easily nudged them in his direction, and wouldn't the Weasley clan want to be associated with the Boy-Who-lived? In fact Harry suspected the reason Weasley's had so many kids, was for Dumbledore, to increase the number of members of the Order as it was quite unpopular at the start. In return maybe Dumbledore would protect them? Bribe them? He did not put it above the Weasley's, especially that Molly, to accept them. "Honourable folks" what a pile of hippogriff shit. Putting a dick in a woman 5, sorry 7 times, was not that big of a deal. But unlike his wife and last son, he did not dislike Arthur so much...

Whilst he couldn't judge to what extent each Weasley's corruption was, he limited his contact with them. He stopped going the the Burrow, that place brought back only horrid memories. And on the rare occasion that he went, he was less Harry-prodigal son-in-law and more of a highly alert Auror freshly out of training. For example he knew enough to be more skeptical, eat and drink his own things.

So after his hour long reflection of his entire life, he decided to go forward with the plan. He really had nothing to loose, apart from the death of Voldemort. And his invention would only help him get rid of him sooner, with fewer deaths en-route. He planned on permanently placing it in his Gringotts vault. The memories would be locked in a safe inside the walls and they would (magically) appear on his first visit to Gringotts. He was certain his 11 year old self would be curious enough to open it and then would get his full set of adult memories.

He left hopeful that more wrongs would be righted.

10 years ago

A little boy seeming shaken walked with a giant across the busy magical street of Diagon Alley, They enter Gringotts bank and started the descent to vault number 686.

"We'll er just be outside"

Harry nodded a little unsure, he was still recovering from the shock that his parents had left him something. He nervously walking in the room and was marvelled by the small fortune that lay ahead of him

"That's all yer parents left you Harry"

"Th-this is all mine? Wow, wait what is that?"

The Goblin and Hagrid both grew surprised, but the Goblin knew better than to show it. "I don know Harry, never seen it before" Were his brain functioning rationally, he would have realized the implications of Hagrid's statement, but as a young 11 year old who had just discovered the existence of magic, was too overwhelmed to process things rationally. He approached the vault at a brisk pace, it was on the left end wall, away from the vision of the vault door. For a second he grew a little uncertain, as he didn't know any code, but as soon as his hand touched the handle the vault sprung upon and a white mist spread around him, the next 10 years of his life forced themselves into his brain, and dazzled with all this new information he couldn't help but faint of mental exhaustion.