A/N: Giftfic for Kavali, who inspires me or drives me nuts depending on the day. A hat-tip to Forthright for the idea to use 100-word snippet chapters to tell a story, though I did end up just approximating it at 100 words or so.
Title: 300 Years
Synopsis: Many people were lost in the war against Voldemort. Regardless of side, whole families were shattered or erased entirely. Amidst the postwar mockery of peace, Harry J Potter decides he just can't let things sit. Being a Master of Death has to be good for something, right? Well okay, he might need a little help to pull this one off...
Warnings: Jaded!Harry, shameless fan service, cookie obsessions, moral grays, conversations in pajamas.
One:
Tuesday morning broke bright and cheery. A shame that the weather completely ignored the moods of nearly everyone in England. Between the paper thin smiles below empty eyes on Diagon Alley, and the afraid-to-be-relieved muggle news casts about a sudden end to the mysterious killing sprees, it should have, by all accounts, been pouring rain enough to flood.
"So Ginny made cookies yesterday, and I brought you guys some. Oatmeal is your favorite, right 'Mione?" Harry's mouth attempted to tilt into a half-smile as he sat there squinting in the sunlight, if only for his friends' benefit. Withdrawing two carefully wrapped packages of cookies, with curly ribbon ties even, he set them down.