Prologue

Twenty-Seven years ago the Wizarding World breathed one great, big collective sigh of relief. The tumultuous war that had rocked Britain to its very core had ended in a single, long night. The Ministry of Magic had been reclaimed, the corruption of Hogwarts vanquished and above all: the Dark Lord was dead.

For some it was too good to be true; the terror that had haunted the wizarding world for forty years was now just an empty body, tucked away from sight in a locked chamber in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Free at last from the shackles that bound him to the Dark Lord, Harry Potter was finally able to live his life. Revered by most and admired by all, he grew into one of the most prominent young Auror's in recent wizarding history. His skills were unmatched, and he quickly progressed through the ranks of the Ministry, eventually claiming the prestigious title of Head Auror.

Haunted no more by Voldemort's soul, he experienced the true pleasures of life along with his bustling family: The Potter-Weasley Clan.

For a time, everything was alright.

You see, there are hundreds of tales that speak of the triumphs of Harry James Potter.

But this is not one of those tales.


Contains: Violence, Coarse Language, Sexual Content, Substance Abuse.