A/N: This is my second fanfiction (I have another going on the HP
website), and is set eight years after Harry graduates. He has friends, a
family, and a job, but everything is slowly being taken from him. After
the Weasley's are attacked, Harry loses it and, leaving his six-month old
son with Remus, leaves everything he has ever known and flees in secret to
the town of Port Alberni, on the west coast of Vancouver Island. This
story dictates his way back home, and the hardships he encounters
henceforth.
Where Water Meets Land Prologue
Harry stood, perched on the edge of a sheer cliff to the depths of the Pacific, gazing into the night horizon. One question penetrated his mind. Why. But it was more complex than that. He was the Boy Who Lived. A true legend. The war raged on in Europe. Voldemort had all but taken over the wizarding world. He had taken Fudge, the minister in England, into his control. Through him, he was leading the largest wizarding settlement in the world to the brink of destruction. His friends had died for him. Because of him. So had many countless others. Civilians. Children. They were all innocent. The last thought scared him. He couldn't go back. He had nothing to go back to. His son, a voice nagged at the back of his mind. It was his fifth birthday. He had been gone for four and a half years. No. He was safe with Remus at Hogwarts. But he had to return. The life of the wizards in London depended on him, yet all he had brought to them was death. Nothing would change if he returned, but something still nagged at him in the back of his mind. Harry searched the skies for a star, and after a minute, it twinkled in the corner of his eye. He turned his head, and like a lost child, beckoned to it for help.
"What do I do, Sirius?" His voice came out in but a whisper, but in his head his godfather's voice echoed, "It is your choice, Harry, but you are just running from your fears. You are a grown man. Face the world like one."
At that, Harry knew he had to go back. If not for himself, for his parents, for Sirius, for all those who had died in the war. They had died for him, and he would let their memories rest in peace. The second war had raged on for eleven years. And that was eleven years too many.
Where Water Meets Land Prologue
Harry stood, perched on the edge of a sheer cliff to the depths of the Pacific, gazing into the night horizon. One question penetrated his mind. Why. But it was more complex than that. He was the Boy Who Lived. A true legend. The war raged on in Europe. Voldemort had all but taken over the wizarding world. He had taken Fudge, the minister in England, into his control. Through him, he was leading the largest wizarding settlement in the world to the brink of destruction. His friends had died for him. Because of him. So had many countless others. Civilians. Children. They were all innocent. The last thought scared him. He couldn't go back. He had nothing to go back to. His son, a voice nagged at the back of his mind. It was his fifth birthday. He had been gone for four and a half years. No. He was safe with Remus at Hogwarts. But he had to return. The life of the wizards in London depended on him, yet all he had brought to them was death. Nothing would change if he returned, but something still nagged at him in the back of his mind. Harry searched the skies for a star, and after a minute, it twinkled in the corner of his eye. He turned his head, and like a lost child, beckoned to it for help.
"What do I do, Sirius?" His voice came out in but a whisper, but in his head his godfather's voice echoed, "It is your choice, Harry, but you are just running from your fears. You are a grown man. Face the world like one."
At that, Harry knew he had to go back. If not for himself, for his parents, for Sirius, for all those who had died in the war. They had died for him, and he would let their memories rest in peace. The second war had raged on for eleven years. And that was eleven years too many.