First three chapters re-edited, thanks fadingintostarlight

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21-year-old Auror Harry Potter could not believe it. He had finally done it. One year - it had taken him a complete year to finish his creation. Lately, it had become an obsession of his. He could have asked Hermione, but she would have eventually realised its purpose. After considering his creation, he decided to call it 'The Timeless Vault'. It would allow him to store a Pensieve of all his memories -not that it was too difficult to create a Pensieve. Instead of reliving one scene, the white mist entered directly into the person's head and could relay a larger amount of information - nearly 15 years worth of memories transferred to a person within a few hours! The trickier part was creating The Timeless Vault.

He was not sure whether he wanted to go further with the invention. At first, it was just a crazy idea, and later it became a challenge he wanted to overcome. Now that he finally created it, he was uncertain of the ramifications. Despite all the near-deaths in his life, attending a completely unsafe school, oppressive relatives and teachers, etc. his life had turned out alright. Proceeding forward with the invention would alter events completely. Not that he was currently unhappy, but all his experiences had taken a toll on him. All he really wanted was to experience an ordinary childhood.

He knew Hermione would be fine, as her wits and intelligence allowed her to excel in any dimension. His thoughts immediately went to Ginny. She'd spent a year in Hogwarts after the Battle, signed up for the Quidditch team and that very night had been his first time. Not that he was disappointed - it wasn't her first time as well - but she was always so busy. Whilst he was glad she wanted to do something with her life, it took him longer to understand why she chose Quidditch. She wanted to make a name for herself, to be noticed next to Harry. Not that Quidditch would be able to surmount to his reputation... Three years later (a year of which was spent in training) and she was still on the reserve team. Not that she was a bad player, but she was still unable to defeat him in their rare matches. He apprehended her disappointment would soon turn to envy and Harry came to the conclusion that their relationship was hence doomed.

Lastly, he thought of Ron, and his face almost unwillingly formed into a little frown. He couldn't believe he was naive enough to call that piece of shit his friend. After abandoning him more times than possible, the last one - during the Hunt - had taken its toll on him. He didn't push him away because he was too tired and it would make no sense just to ditch him after the victory -people would think he had gone crazy. So, Harry kept his mouth shut and appeared 'friendly', or at least tried very hard to do so. His obvious hate for him started to become undeniable even to that thick-headed oaf.

His frown increased as he realised he only had three people he was really close to. All others had left him a long time ago. And no, he was not thinking of Dumbledore.

After his Auror training, he finally had time to sit down and think through everything. It was the first time he actually had nothing happening, apart from his ongoing machine. He realised he might have hated Dumbledore more than Voldemort. Shocking, yes, but at least Voldemort had made his intentions clear from Day 1. He hated that Dumbledore had lied to him on numerous occasions, kept things from him, and frequently manipulated him. Oh yes, the whole "accidentally meeting the Weasleys" on his way to Hogwarts his first year was no coincidence at all. Having sent five kids to Hogwarts, Molly could not have "forgotten" the platform number. It had to be a cunning plan of Dumbledore to know everything about Harry - as if The Trace, tracking charms, teacher & Order spies and Squib neighbours were not enough.

It was a known fact that the Weasleys were large supporters of Dumbledore. He could have easily nudged them in his direction, and wouldn't the Weasley clan want to be associated with the Boy-Who-lived? In fact, Harry suspected the reason Weasley's had so many kids was for Dumbledore to increase the number of members of the Order as it was quite unpopular at the beginning. In return, maybe Dumbledore would protect them? Bribe them? He did not put it above the Weasley's, especially Molly, to accept that. "Honourable folks" - what a pile of Hippogriff shit. Putting a dick in a woman 5 - sorry 7 - times was not that big of a deal. But unlike his wife and last son, he did not dislike Arthur so much...

Whilst he couldn't judge to what extent each Weasley's corruption was, he limited his contact with them. He stopped going to the Burrow as it only brought back only horrid memories. On the rare occasion that he went, he was less prodigal son-in-law and more of a highly alert Auror freshly out of training. For example, he knew enough to be more sceptical, eat and drink his own things.

So after his hour-long reflection of his entire life, he decided to go forward with the plan. He really had nothing to lose, apart from the death of Voldemort. And his invention would only help him get rid of him sooner, with fewer deaths en-route. He planned on permanently placing it in his Gringotts vault. The memories would be locked in a safe inside the walls and they would (magically) appear on his first visit to Gringotts. He was certain his 11-year-old self would be curious enough to open it and then would get his full set of adult memories.

He left hopeful that more wrongs would be righted.

10 years ago

A little boy, seeming shaken, walked with a giant across the busy magical street of Diagon Alley. They entered Gringotts bank and started the descent to vault number 686.

"We'll...er...just be outside"

Harry nodded, a little unsure, as he was still recovering from the shock that his parents had left him something. He nervously walked into the room and was marvelled by the small fortune that lay ahead of him.

"That's all yer parents left you, Harry."

"Th-this is all mine? Wow, wait, what is that?"

The Goblin and Hagrid both grew surprised, but the Goblin knew better than to show it. "I don' know Harry, I've never seen it before."

Were his brain functioning rationally, he would have realised the implications of Hagrid's statement - but as a young 11-year-old who had just discovered the existence of magic, he was too overwhelmed to process things rationally. He approached the vault at a brisk pace. It was on the left end of the wall, away from the vision of the vault door. For a second he grew a little uncertain, as he didn't know any code, but as soon as his hand touched the handle the vault sprung upon and a white mist spread around him.

The next 10 years of his life forced themselves into his brain, and, dazzled with all this new information, he couldn't help but faint of mental exhaustion.