I guess I don't own Harry Potter by the way I am completely broke
Harry James potter was sitting at his desk thinking. He was supposed to be doing paperwork but he wasn't. He was absolutely exhausted. Harry had been working overtime as something strange had been happening. All over the country, people had been showing up who were supposed to be dead. He had to check all of them with veritaserum in case they were death eaters in disguise.
Today was supposed to be his day off, as it was the Summer Holidays, but he had been called to work as there had been a rush of ten more people arriving. For each one he had to do a lot of paperwork.
He was waiting for people he knew and loved. So far they had all been people he had never meet. He wanted to see his parent, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred. He wanted to say sorry to them. However many times Ginny, Hermione, Ron or the Weasleys said it wasn't his fault, he still blamed himself for their deaths. He just wanted to see them.
Little did he know, today was his lucky day.
A/N I absolutely love this type of fanfiction so I wanted to write one for myself. I may have partly stole the plot of a couple of people so SORRY.