Summary: Yet another time-travel fic where Harry travels to past and being adopted by the Potters.

Author's Note: Hello Folks! First of all thanks to all of those who reviewed my one-shot or added it in their favorite list . They don't know how they had motivated me. Whenever I got an alert on my ID I used to forget all my miseries. I know it has been very long... but thanks anyway! OK! back to the note... I had posted this new fanfiction. I wanted to remind you all that English is NOT my native language. So if you find any error or grammatical mistakes, please pm me. Any positive review or criticism will be welcomed as it will help me to improve my writing.

Living in the past

" ... " - Talking.

Italics - Thoughts.

CHAPTER 1:

In the castle of Hogwarts, where the magical children learns to practice charms, transfiguration and other magical stuff, were now engaged in fighting. This fighting was between light and dark- between innocents and Lord Voldemort. The students who used to pranks, study and befriends were now fighting for their survival. Many hexes and curses were flying here and there. The castle that in the past, shows happiness and where relationships used to arise was now looking like some symbolic building, some of its pillars had broken along with windows very few class-rooms had left unblasted.

The war had proven to be very merciless, killing every innocent life that it meets. The fighting had continued for hours and now the final stage was happening. The leader of the war-Harry Potter and the devil of dark- Lord Voldemort were now standing face-to-face, to end the battle. And currently, the boy-who-lived was very hurt and angry.

Angry to fate, that it had not taken any mercy for him. All due to 'fate', the scar-head boy had became orphaned and abused. And it was not all enough for fate, that it decided to make him prophecized and then a bloody horcrux! The boy-who-was-a-spawn-of-fate had seen the memory of dying Snape in penseive. And then, he had known that in-order to kill Voldemort he had to let himself die by the hand of the dark lord.

Ok! He was not that merciless to let the innocent die but, hell! why he didn't ever got normal?

Harry Potter who was bloody, worn and torn out was standing face to face with the dark lord, raising his wand to answer any curse and fight back, and altogether thinking about all the cruelties of fate.

"Avada Kedavra!", shouted Voldemort his favorite curse, towards the enemy.

"Expelliarmus!", Harry replied by throwing his signature curse.

Both the curses hits from the brothers wand joining soon, result in creating the beautiful line of aura, forming a silver glowing bubble surrounding both of its caster. Both the enemies, hit by the counter curses of the speaker, floated in air freezing there.

HP HP HP HP HP HP HP HP HP HP HP HP

"Where am I",mused Harry upon awakening in the dark, shaking his head. The boy stood and shakes his robes to diminish the dirt. He had not known when he had sleep...? And most certainly where he was? Then suddenly, the scenes of war came in his mind, one by one, slowly.

"Bloody hell...! Am I dead?" swears Potter loudly. He knows that he was the final horcrux and in order to finish Voldemort, he had to die himself. But he did not want to die, not yet! He was only 18.

I wanted to live, No! Just not live... but to enjoy my life. Not to impose as some bloody boy-who-lived! But some normal teen... like all boys who just play,... chase beautiful girl and... and well...be carefree! Was it that impossible for me?

When he had seen from the Snape's memory that the boy himself was the final horcrux, he had not hesitated to surrender himself to the dark lord. But deep down, in his heart, he was wondering that he might be able to survive.

"Ah! Why is fate so unfair to me?" shouted the teen loudly. He could not stop himself for being angry.

"Are you sure, Harry?" came a melodiously mesmerizing voice from his back.

He quickly turns around, searching for the source of the voice gripping his wand tightly to confront any action. Soon a lady came into his view, her face shows maturity and strictness yet some affection and love. She was standing in a strict composure, and her aura was showing power and wisdom. And soon after seeing her, Harry realized that she will not prove any threat for him.

"Why do you think that fate is so cruel to you?" startled the wise lady from his gazing.

"Well! Like all children who lived with their parents, I was not grown with them. I was burdened to live with my aunt and uncle instead to be given to any loving family. When I grow up, I joined a wonderful school, soon gain world's best friends. I gained many sources of love unlike my childhood. And then the prophecy was forced on me and in addition to that, in the end I realized that I had to die for the best. Sorry! I know that I cannot let the people I love to be killed and I am not being mean to them! But why it is always me? Am I a puppet who just acts for the people?"

He did not know how he had opened up so much to a stranger but somehow her personality was also very soothing. And he was not feeling any shame or remorse for telling the aged lady about his life.

Soon the raven realized that he was standing completely in an unknown area, alone, talking to a complete stranger.

"Who are you? And what is this place?"

"This is called the line between life and death, child", answered the serene voice, avoiding the first question.

"Oh... So I am not dead! Then who are you?"

"No! You are not dead, not yet... From here you will go to the heaven you made or... go back to live."

- PAUSE! -

Hmmm... so I am as good as dead... Wait...! Did she say I could live?

Soon the only female started the conversation.

"You know... fate was not cruel to you. Cruelty was being laid by the unwise decisions of others. Whenever you was forced, fate had always been disheartened. Now young one! Fate wanted to give you a chance. Not just for you... but for your kind and loyal personality! If you wanted to go in past, who will you wanted to join?"

"Is that possible?"

"Of course Harry. This will be the fate's correctness for you."

"If it's possible, i wanted to be with my parents". The boy didn't need any thinking to answer the question, so he answered the solemn answer. He had always wished to be with his parents. It was always his wildest dream.

"Then you will soon join your rightful parents. Although there will be some changes and modification. There will be some serious situations but all will be fine in the end."

Soon his surrounding started to blurry.

"Wait! But... who are you?" startled the boy-who-lived questioning aloud.

"I am fate...!", answers the blurry image and soon all turns black.

End Note: How was that? Like it? Or did you find any mistake? If yes, please leave a review. Any suggestions? Or should I continue? Your reviews will REALLY help me. So keep reviewing as many as you can! I will try to update soon.