Harry Potter was sitting on the couch in #12 Grimmauld Place; thinking, grieving, drowning in the pain of those he had lost in the war with Voldemort. 'Tomorrow, it'll be that time again.' he thought as he shifted in his seat. It had been 3 years since the final battle. However, the war took its toll on everyone that survived. 10 years. 10 long years of death, of loss, of misery. 10 long years of grief, of fighting, of betrayal. 10 long years of war.

He shifted again and his emerald colored eyes, dulled with the horrors of what he witness in the war, set their gazed on a picture. It was a picture of a better time, a time before the war, before everything... Everyone from the council was in the picture having a picnic next to the Black Lake. Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Luna, and Neville just to name a few. They look so happy, so carefree...

A hoot broke him out of his thoughts. He turned his head to find an owl. He knew what it was holding, it happened everyday since the defeat of Voldemort, since the rebuilding of Hogwarts and the Ministry. The owl dropped the mail on the coffee table in front of him, and sure enough, there they were. The Daily Prophet, a letter from the Ministry, Hogwarts, and Hermione.

Since he defeated the Dark Lord, The Daily Prophet has been writing about him non-stop. He can't even go outside anymore because the Prophet had reporters camping out in front of Grimmauld Place.

The Ministry letter was came every single day. At first, it was a job offer to be the next Minister of Magic, but after he turned them down and nominated Kingsley Shacklebolt for Minister, the letters turned into job offers for the next Department Head of Magical Law Enforcement, the next Head Auror, the next Head Unspeakable.

The letter from Hogwarts was from Minerva; Headmistress McGonagall. Ever since the rebuilding of Hogwarts, due to it being severely damage during the war, Minerva had been hounding him to take the Defence Against The Dark Arts position.

Finally, the letter from Hermione. Hermione had been one of his few friends and loved ones that survived the war. Harry reached over and picked up the letter. When he finished reading it, he couldn't help but smile a little bit. Hermione was writing about how her day was like in France, and about her job for the French Ministry. She couldn't handle staying in England anymore, so she moved to France. She got a new life, new friends, a boyfriend, however, she would always send him letters everyday or call him on her mirror. She would write about her day, what she is feeling, and she would always ask how he was doing, and then lecture him about something. Even from far away, she could still mother-hen him like Molly Weasley.

Guilt washed over him again as he thought about the only ones that survived from the Weasley clan was Ginny and Bill. After the war, they moved to Egypt. He closed his eyes trying to rid of the images flashing through his mind. It had been 3 years since the war ended, however, he could still remember everything so clearly. The clock struck 12, he got up and went to bed.

[HP]

Harry woke up with a scream on his lips. He looked around to find that he was still in his bedroom in Grimmauld Place. He cast a tempus charm, and looked at the words and numbers scrawled in the air. {October 31- 6:07 am}

Harry's eyes dropped. 'Its that time again,' he thought, 'I can't do this, not now.'

October 31- The day that the war ended. The Council, the Order,the DA, and its allies took its stand at Hogwarts (it became a safe house during the war) against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Voldemort died that day, the light side was nearly overtaken, but somehow miraculously came through. However, not without losing most of its fighters. Neville, Luna, Ron, and countless others died that day. That day to the magical community was bitter sweet. The Dark Lord's reign of terror was over, however, not without the loss of the lives of countless spend this day grieving for the lost ones, comforting others, thanking that they are alive, and drinking to forget everything they saw. Harry did all of this, that's why he wasn't surprise to see his two-way mirror light up. Every year she would call him to make sure he was okay.

Hermione always worried about him on this day. 'She had it easier' he thought Hermione was severely injured before the final battle so she was out of commission. He was glad that she wasn't there, he couldn't take it if she was gone as well.

Hermione's concerned face appeared in the mirror. "Hi Harry. You look like you just woke up?" "That's because I just did Mione, and don't worry it wasn't because of you." He replied after seeing her concerned face grew even more worried; it was enough for anyone to panic. "Harry..." "I know Mione, I know. I know its not my fault. That they know the risks. That they wanted the world to be safer for everyone. But, I can't help it. I keep thinking how it can happen differently; how if I had tried harder I might have convinced them to leave, Mione. You keep telling me that again and again but it still hurts." he told her with a small pained smile. Hermione's eyes were filled with unshed tears. "Harry," she whispered,then paused and said with conviction, "Hades, I know you know, however, I will keep saying it, because if we live our lives with regret, then we can never truly moved on, we can never really heal. That's why it hits you the hardest, because you still blame yourself for everything. And that's why I'm not as bad today. But, I know that this is your way of coping with everything." She whispered with a small but genuine smile. The same smile from past. "So you won't yell at me if I get totally trashed tonight, Hera?" He said cheekily with a small smirk. "No I'm still gonna yell at you," she exclaimed, "just tomorrow." And with that she closed her mirror, leaving him to smile at nothing.

[HP]

Harry glanced up at the grandfather clock again. '5 more minutes then this bloody day can be over.' It was 5 minutes to midnight, and Harry refuses to sleep because of the anniversary of the final battle. He didn't want to fall asleep and see the faces of his loved ones dead again. Especially not hers... Her face flashed into his mind. Her heart-shaped face, her long and wavy platinum blonde hair (almost white in the sun), her sapphire-blue eyes with a silver ring around the middle, her enchanting smile. What hit him the hardest was losing her, in the time he knew her, he thought of her like a sister (even more than Hermione and Ginny). He met her in his 4th year of Hogwarts...

{FLASHBACK}

Harry was sitting by the Black Lake. It had been a week since the day his name was chosen by the goblet, and the entire student body had turned against him, barring Hermione and Neville. He heard footsteps behind him, and when he turned he was staring at a girl that can only be described as an angel.

She saw that Harry was looking at her, so she spoke. "Hi, I'm Carina Vega. I'm a 4th year Ravenclaw." She paused almost uncertainly, "I was wondering if you are alright, and if I can sit with you?"

Harry looked at her with disbelief. "Why are you talking to me? I'm the biggest pariah in the entire school! Everyone has been avoiding me since the Goblet incidence! So why are talking to me!" He exclaimed to her, then turning away to face the lake.

"Unlike the rest of the school, I actually have a brain, and can think for myself." She said. Harry turned to her again to ask (order) her to leave, but stop when he saw she had a comforting smile on her lips. "I believe you didn't put your name in the cup because for one thing, you don't need all the fame. You defeated a dark lord when you were a baby, if you wanted attention, all that you have to do is go into Diagon Alley and smile." She exclaimed, "Another thing, you don't need the thousand galleons because you are heir to the Potter Fortune. A thousand galleons is pocket change to you. Also, you can't bribe anyone to put your name in the goblet for you, because you can't get to your fortune until you're seventeen, and you couldn't take it from your trust vault because you need to go to Gringotts. Finally, I know you don't like the fame and attention, because if you did you would be walking around like you owned the place. Now can you tell me if I am right in my assumptions?"

Harry was just gaping at her. "You...believe that I didn't do it?" After getting a short nod, he continued. "Thank you." He said genuinely. "Would you like to sit down?"She nodded, and quickly sat down next to him. Little by little they started talking,by the end of the day, they became great friends.

{FLASHBACK}

He glanced up at the clock again, and saw it was one minute to midnight. Harry missed her so much. Carina and Hermione became great friends, and they helped him a lot with the tasks. She was the one who came up with idea for the council. She was also the one who picked out all of our nicknames. She was just so nice and selfless.

He glanced up at the clock; ten seconds left.'I can't stand my life anymore.' eight seconds. 'If there is a way to change it,' five seconds. 'I would because,' three seconds. 'I want to start over.' And with that thought, the clock struck twelve.

"If you truly wish for that, then I will help." A voice spoke out. Harry whipped around, went into a defensive position, his right hand holding his wand and his left hand holding one of the many daggers on his person (a habit he got in the war), while silently casting his strongest shield charm.

Standing in front of him was a women, a glowing women. She had long white hair that went to the nape of her back, amethyst colored eyes, pale skin, and she was wearing a long white dress. "Who are you?" he questioned with a faint hint of a threat. He was worried and intrigued, no one and I mean no one, could sneak up on him without him knowing.

She smiled (Yeesh even her smiled was glowing, he was half-expecting to hear and see that sparkle and ding that happens when you smile.) "I am Fate, and like I said I can help you start over. Now put those weapons away, its highly rude to point those things at the person who is trying to help you, you know." She said, her smile turning into a little amused smirk.

He slowly lowered his weapons, however, he still has his shield on. " Oh aren't you defensive." She said while pouting.

"You have to be with every-"

"-thing you went through. Yes, yes, I know all about that. I am Fate."

"IF YOUR FATE, THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP VOLD-"

"DON'T YOU DARE YELL AT ME!" She exclaimed. When they both calmed down, they began talking again.

"I'm sorry, its just that... with everything...you know..." he murmured looking down at his feet trying to calm himself looked at him with a pained expression.

"I know Harry, trust me when I say that I know." She whispered, her voice wavering. "What I want you to know is that, the second war was NEVER suppose to happen." He look at her again. "I need you to know that everyone has a destiny, fate is the journey to your destiny. There is only one thing that can change both fate and destiny..." She looked at him straight in the eyes with a mix of anger, hate, and determination. "and that is a horcrux."

[HP]

"A horcrux, but isn't that-" Harry exclaimed, but was cut offed by Fate.

"Yes, Voldemort made seven of these horrible things. By making them he disrupted fate and destiny. You see a horcrux was never suppose to exist. Because it prolongs a person's life and it defies the law of nature, that person, because of the horcrux, is able to change fate and destiny. So many lives and futures were lost. Did you know that Voldemort killed a person that would have invented the cure to lycanthropy." she whispered to him. Harry's eyes widen. "The people he murdered, all of the witches and wizards that were killed, all of them would have changed the wizarding world for the better. I have never seen Death so distraught before. And because you stopped Voldemort and destroyed his horcruxes, everyone agreed to give you a second chance."

A second chance! Another chance to save the people he cares about. But, that would also mean...

"Harry," She said. He looked up at her as she spoke again. "I should tell you some things before you make a decisions. First, if you choose to take a second chance then you will be transported to another dimension. Secondly, if you go to the dimension, there will be another you, so you will have to change your name. Third, you won't be the boy-who-lived in this dimension. Fourth, you will be transported back into your fourth year, and don't worry, you will be in your fourteen year old body. Fifth, there will still be a Lord Voldemort, however, this one is different from your Voldemort. Finally, you would get another chance to do this your way, not some barmy old coot's way, YOURS. Harry, you were a war general, one of the best ever. Your plans and calls saved many innocent people's lives. If Dumbledore was still alive, by this time, Europe would be under Voldemort's rule. This chance is a way to save your friends and loved ones and save Britain and Europe."

He didn't have to be the boy-who-lived, he can be a normal guy. But then, who would be the boy-who-lived, and what happened to that Harry. And, it was as if she read his mind because she said, "That dimension's Harry Potter lived with his parents." He looked up at her, eyes wide. "They never died, Voldemort went after the Longbottom family instead." So that would mean... "Yes Harry, Neville Longbottom is the boy-who-lived. Voldemort sent the Lestranges to the Potter House. Lily, James, Sirius, and Remus overtook them, and the Lestranges are currently in Azkaban."

Mom and Dad are alive! Sirius never went to Azkaban! Neville is the boy-who-lived. Not only that the triwizard tournament would start in his fourth year. If he can help Neville then Cedric would still be alive. He would know what will happen, then he can save everyone. However...

"What about Hermione, Bill, and Ginny? Won't they get worried, that I just disappeared?"

"You don't even talk to Bill and Ginny anymore, and I will personally tell Hermione about you." Fate told him.

Should he go? He could do so much good if he goes, but then again, the people he knows and cares about won't be his friends or loved ones. But, it could be his only chance to see his family.

He stared Fate straight in the eyes, and said with determination, "I'll do it." Fate smiled.

"Excellent,now before you go, I wanted to tell you, that everyone decided you will have eight gifts. Seven for the horcruxes and the eighth for correcting fate and destiny.

"What is it?" He didn't need any gifts. He was getting a second chance, what else did he need?

"You'll see, and trust me you will know what is is." she whispered before a bright light blinded him, then everything went dark.