A Second Chance

by Breadxman

Its been years, and All of the order is dead. He who must not be named is still at large, and there are still horcrux's to be discovered and destroyed. Harry Potter is alone in this world. Harry makes a trip to the Department of Mysteries to relive some of his past and got more than he bargained for- A second chance. Harry must go back in time, But can he fix the damage.

1. A memory

Authors note: I own nothing from the series Harry Potter, all credit goes to where it is due- JK ROWLING.

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The long dark corridors of the Department of Mysterious loomed ahead. The doorknob stood in the middle, glowing with impatient pulses of blue. Steps echoed along the walls as Harry Potter grabbed a hold of it. The shaggy black hair that fell across his forehead hid the scar that told the past. The round glasses that set upon his nose only were nearly as legendary as the tale of how Harry is alive today. The story of the Dark Lord and how he came into play have been told and re told across the world. While Harry was only a child, Voldemort himself had killed his parents and tried to destroy Harry. But the curse rebounded, and killed Voldemort himself, ending the dark ages.

14 years Later, during Harry's 4th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, The Dark lord regenerated. And was back once more. His main target, Harry Potter.

Twenty years later, Harry Potter is now 34 and living in a world of death and destruction. People run a muck, death eaters kill everything in their path and Voldemort is reaching his peak. Giants and dementors alike attack without consent, killing for the pleasure of blood being spilled. Wizards and muggles are living in fear.

Harry's hand squeezed the doorknob hard, his knuckles turning white as he closed his eyes. Pain lashed across his chest as he remembered this same door so many years ago. With his best friends beside him, they had opened this same door to save Sirius Black.. Harry's godfather. But now they were all dead. Everyone was gone.

There was a strange prickling behind Harry's eyes as he turned the knob, blinking into the darkness, he looked down at his wand and murmured "Lumos," The wand lit up at once, lighting the path ahead of him.

"Lumos Maxima." Harry said quietly, flicking his wand ahead of him. A ball of light soared, and floated fity yards away. The room was circular, with no windows baring the walls. in the middle of the room there laid a basin. The hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood up at up at the sight. Walking towards it very slowly, he held his wand higher, looking around in hopes that he was alone. The walls seemed to tremble as he reached the basin. A silver liquid filled to the top, glimmered slightly. A pensieve.

Harry prodded the pensieve gently with the tip of his wand, and the walls trembled more. His heart beating, Harry looked deep inside the pensieve. No memories were floating across the surface. But it will filled.. What is it then? Lowering his wand, Harry took in a breath and gently pushed his face into the bowl.