Hi there. I have been reading Harry Potter fanfiction for a long time and lots of people have attempted this and so I finally thought I'd give it a go. This will be a reading the books story so please enjoy.

Disclaimer:The Harry Potter books are clearly written by J. . None of the written work in bold is mine. I am merely borrowing her amazing story which belongs entirely to her.

The truth about the life of Harry Potter

The second war against Voldemort was over, he was finally dead. Harry Potter sat amidst the survivors, his feelings spiralling out of control. The two wars had taken so much from him, he was a changed man. He had stared death in the face and had walked away relatively unscathed. All that remained was a second lightning bolt scar on his chest. He had revealed what had happened in the forest to anyone, and most likely never would. He didn't have the heart to tell them that they had almost lost him.

Far above the world, the mystical forces of the world watched the young man's sorrow. The most noted two were fate and death. They had no form as such, they could come and go as they pleased, hardly seen by the mortals below, except in certain circumstances. In front of the two stood eight people.

"You have been given the chance to return to earth." Said Death in his eerie voice. "The soul of the one named Voldemort has entered my domain in eight pieces and so eight souls may go free. You eight have been chosen as you are the missing pieces of the master of deaths life. He shall have the final say on whether you stay or not. If you are to stay he is to willingly give up the deathly hallows." (In this story Harry Pocketed the Resurrection stone)

"Before that is to happen though," came the voice of fate. Hers was one of music and life. "The truth must be revealed. You have not seen the world since the time of your individual deaths and so when you are returned, these seven books will be read out loud for all to hear. Only once this has been completed and you know the truth of his life may the master of death grant you your lives."

The eight people nodded, knowing that their one chance of freedom and happiness was to be decided.

The great hall was once again full with students. The great hall looked like nothing had ever happened and all the house tables were in their original positions. Harry found himself wondering on the outcome of the battle. Had it only been yesterday that he had stopped Voldemort? There had been so much death and destruction that he was still feeling numb from it. Ginny helped though. She had held him whilst he cried last night and then once that was over he had told her how much he had relied on her to get himself through, that her face was the shining light at the end of the long tunnel which had been the struggle against Voldemort. She had merely kissed him, telling him that she would always be waiting for him. Now they were back together as if the last year had never happened.

The conversation in the hall suddenly died down as the doors of the great hall opened and eight people, believed to be dead stood there.

Silence. Looks of disbelief and sorrow covered the faces of most of the people present. Almost everyone at once had turned to look at Harry, who was staring open mouthed at the bunch of people standing in the entrance to the great hall. He didn't dare himself to hope.

"Prongslet?" whispered Sirius before Harry was running towards him grabbing him in a big hug. He started to cry. He was really here. "Hey, I'm here, I'm back." He rubbed Harry's back as his godson cried into his shoulder. "I've brought some friends along, I'm sure they'd like to meet you." Harry looked up past Sirius to see Dumbledore, Snape, Mooney, Tonks, Fred, and two others. They looked like his parents! But they couldn't be, could they? James and Lily slowly moved forward to take a look at their son. They had missed so much of his life. Emerald green eyes found Emerald green eyes and a three way hug followed, each crying for the lost time.

Harry looked up to see the others mingling with the teachers and students, welcoming them back. The Weasley's had gone mad when they had seen Fred, encompassing him in a sea of red.

"How is this possible?" Harry asked.

"That is a good question Harry," said Dumbledore with his trademark twinkling eyes. "I do believe we have you to thank for that. When you united the Deathly Hallows you were named master of death. This is merely your reward. However there is a catch." Dumbledore paused. "The truth of your life will be unveiled to everyone. Everyone will know that you have been telling the truth." Harry nodded. The truth for having his family back was something he could do. He nodded his head. Dumbledore smiled. "There are seven books, one for each year at Hogwarts I assume. Would anyone like to have the honour of reading first?" Of course Hermione was the first to want to read. Everyone settled down on the benches, ready for the story to begin. Harry sat with his parents on his left and Ginny on his right.

The first book appeared on the table in front of Hermione, causing her to grin.

"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone."