Summary: Harry wakes up to find he's been pulled into a world where Voldemort is still alive and people dead in his world need his help. This most have been what Luna saw in that last vision before she died, though her words of "You will be taken to where you're needed one day, you won't be able to come back, be prepared" hardly prepared him to see his husband and fiancé married, his parents alive, with more children, and his godchildren not exciting. Contains Slash: Harry/Bill, Charlie/Draco, mentions past Harry/Charlie, past Harry/Draco
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Chapter 1
Harry closed his book with a sigh wondering why he still bothered to learn about new, well in some cases old, but new to him, magics when he'd barely even left the master suite of the manor in the last five months, and didn't plan to very much in the near future. What's the use of knowing all of this information if I don't even know what Luna meant or if I'm going to need it he thought as he got up from his chair in the study.
He detached the charm from the chain hanging around his neck and enlarged it into a trunk; the book he had been reading was placed into the fourth compartment after the security on it had scanned his fingerprint, magic and blood. Some habits never change he thought as the book was automatically replaced in the library compartment. He then pulled a small journal out of the first compartment and quickly jotted a message before replacing it. His entire life was in that trunk, he was so used to making sure everything was put away before he went to sleep, because you never know how quickly you'll have to get up and go. He often forgot that the war was over, and he could spread his possessions out again if he wished, especially since he could now easily call it all to him no matter where he was. But he didn't see the point of it when there was nobody there but him and this is how he was used to living, maybe one day he'd change, but not today he decided as re-attached the charm.
There had been enough changes in the six months since the war had ended; he wasn't going to add another, especially when it was one that would remind him of all the others. Sometimes it's easer to forget that it's over, he thought as entered the bedroom he had shared with his husband. It was one of the only rooms in the manor they had taken the time to change; mostly they just removed the feminine touches as neither of them felt they were necessary, otherwise his mother-in-law had had pretty good tastes. Now it just reminds me they're both gone. He stripped, and climbed into bed trying not to think about everyone he lost, but as it had been every night since he woke up in the hospital wing he drifted to sleep with the final thought, I wish I could wake up in Draco's arms one more time.