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Lives Repaired

By Ravus85

Beta-ed by the wonderful Mina, Rai and Kaitlin 

Prologue

A brilliant white light shone across the grounds of Hogwarts, stunning almost everyone it touched. At the centre of it all stood seventeen-year-old Harry Potter, his wand trained upon the now crumpled form of what was Lord Voldemort.

As the light faded Harry stumbled sideways, before falling to his knees, exhausted from the power he had just expended. Letting his wand fall from his fingers Harry pitched forwards, breathing heavily, as he wildly flung his arms in front of him to stop his descent. Leaning against his tired limbs, Harry hung his head low, almost touching the ground.

He felt the vibrations emanating from the ground through his fingertips before the sound hit his ears and suddenly he was overcome by the sound of running feet. The screams he had blocked out when facing Voldemort returned, blasting his eardrums with their extreme sound. He could hear people calling his name, they sounded closer than just a moment ago.

Arms suddenly wrapped themselves around his midsection, and Harry gratefully leaned back into the support. Looking up, he only saw blurred outlines. Confused by the number of people crowding around him, he trembled, causing the one who held him to tighten his grip.

"It's alright Harry," whispered what sounded like Remus Lupin's voice near his ear. "It's all over now, Harry. It's all over."

Hearing those words, Harry couldn't help but sigh in relief. Voldemort was dead. He was now free to live his own life.

Suddenly, Harry's already blurred vision, started spinning, the backlash of the magic he had performed hitting him hard. He gasped, not expecting the pain and weakness that accompanied a backlash of this magnitude, Harry trembled harder in what he now realised was his guardians firm grip.

"He needs to get to St Mungo's," said Remus to another figure nearby.

Harry vaguely heard a mumbled incantation, before a hard object was placed in his hand, and a familiar tug behind his navel exposed it as a portkey. As he felt the pull, Harry gasped in pain once more, and the whirling of the world around him spiralled into darkness. By the time Harry arrived at St Mungo's he had passed out; only a dead weight in Remus' arms.

As Harry opened his eyes he first noticed the white ceiling, and that specific smell that identified that he was in a hospital. From the unfamiliarity of the room, he realized he was not at Hogwarts. He realized suddenly he must be at St Mungo's.

Raising himself up on his elbows Harry surveyed the room, his head was still pounding and sitting up made his stomach lurch uncomfortably. Noticing the chair beside his bed, and what looked like an empty cup of tea, Harry realised that whoever had been sitting at his bedside had gone for a walk.

Lifting his still tired body into a sitting position, Harry's head pounded from the effort. As his gaze swept around the room, Harry's eyes caught a few interesting objects. Draped across the back of the chair was a tatty old robe, its owner obviously having discarded it before leaving Harry's bedside. Harry also noticed what looked like a copy of the Daily Prophet set on the cabinet beside his hospital bed.

Reaching across to grab the paper from the cabinet Harry felt a tinge in his back, hissing as a shot of pain ran down his spine. Quickly grabbing the prophet, he lay back in bed once more, trying to even his breathing out.

Once the pain had diminished, Harry unfurled the paper and read the headline with disgust. "Harry Potter Press Conference Scheduled." As Harry read further down he saw that St Mungo's healers had known he would wake up soon, and had subsequently informed the Ministry, who in turn had leaked that bit of information to the press.

Annoyed and disgruntled, Harry threw the paper onto the floor. He hadn't even woken up before the meddling Ministry had already begun planning his life once more.

Although Harry's memories of the battle at Hogwarts were still fuzzy, he was certain that Voldemort was gone, the absence of his scar only being further proof. It still felt strange to touch his forehead and find no remnant of the scar that had affected his life so much. But even though he was now free of the physical scars of his past, he was not willing to simply spill all the details as to how he destroyed the Dark Lord.

Why couldn't they just leave him alone? He had done his duty, and all he wanted in return was to be free to live his own life.

These angry thoughts swirled around in his head, before Harry came to his conclusion. It seemed that if he wanted his own life, he would have to leave this place for good. He was sure his friends would understand. Even Remus would realise the sense in his decision eventually.

So engrossed in his thoughts, Harry didn't notice the door to his room open, but was only brought out of his reverie by the sound of shattering china.

There in the doorway stood a gaping Remus Lupin. His clothes were more dishevelled than usual, and he had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep.

Looking at the state of his guardian, and parents' best friend Harry felt a pang of guilt. The feeling served as an affirmation to the thoughts he was having. After all, he had been holding up everybody's lives for too long, and if he left he could start afresh.

Seeing a distraught look within Harry's brilliant green eyes Remus immediately knew something was wrong. Watching his face turn from angry and distraught, to sad and regretful, he realised what was happening. Too many times had he seen Harry blame himself for other people's problems.

"Harry, it's…" Remus started. Walking towards Harry, but he was interrupted.

"I'm sorry Remus, but I just don't belong here," said Harry, his voice almost despondent.

"No, you're wrong Harry. I…" but once more he was cut off.

"I'm sorry."

Then without any warning Harry Potter disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Harry wasn't sure where he had landed, but looking at his surroundings he saw a children's play park just a hundred metres away. Walking over to one of the swings he sat down on one of them, his legs already trembling from the magic he had just performed.

Looking down at his hospital pyjamas Harry realised he should probably change.

Waving a shaking hand over himself his clothes morphed into jeans and a t-shirt, before removing his glasses and transfiguring them into a pair of brown muggle contact lenses.

Just as he had finished the transformations, a girl who seemed around Harry's age came into view down the road.

Thinking that he should probably get going Harry went to stand up from the swing, but his legs shook beneath him. He quickly sat down once more, taking deep breaths before trying again. This time he had more success and managed a few shaky steps, leaning against anything he came in contact with.

After a while he realized what a hopeless situation he was in, but was determined to find somewhere safe to stay before he collapsed.

Harry didn't notice the girl he had seen earlier walk up behind him, but when her hand reached out to touch his shoulder he whirled around with such force that his legs gave out beneath him and he sank to the ground.

Looking up at the girl he noticed her blonde hair and pretty grey-blue eyes before he recognized that she was speaking.

"Sorry," he whispered, unsure of what to say.

"Are you alright," the girl repeated. "You don't sound like you're from around here."

"Where am I?" Harry wrenched out just as his vision started blurring once more.

"You're in New Brunswick,"

"Where?" repeated Harry.

"New Brunswick. Canada," said the girl once more as she crouched in front of Harry.

But, as she bent down Harry noticed what looked like a stick protruding from her sleeve. Surely this girl couldn't be a witch.

"Are you a…" Harry started.

"A what?" questioned the girl.

"A witch," said Harry, deciding to be honest. He needed some answers.

"What?" repeated the girl, before Harry pointed to the stick protruding from her sleeve. "Ah, yes. Who are you?"

"H… Evan. Evan Jameson," replied Harry, saying the first name he could think of.

"You're not from around here."

"No, I'm from England. But I… I don't know how I got to Canada…" Harry said, before another shot of pain lanced down his spine.

Gasping in pain, Harry clutched at the grass beside him, trying to steady himself and stop his blurring vision.

"You're hurt," said the girl in alarm. "My Mom's a healer, she could help you. We live just across the road."

"Where exactly," asked Harry through clenched teeth. Even while in pain he was wary of strangers.

Pointing to a house just a hundred metres away the girl replied, "Just there."

Deciding that he had no choice Harry let the girl help him stand and leaned on her as they walked slowly across the park towards her house. Just before they reached the door the girl spoke once more.

"By the way, my names Emily Anderson," she said, smiling down at Harry. Harry didn't answer so she continued. "You must have friends and family back in England. I bet you can't wait to see them again."

Harry made a non-committal noise at Emily's rambling.

"I'm sure you'll see them all soon," said Emily as she opened the door to her house, shouting for her mom to come quickly.

"I'll see them again some day," promised Harry in a soft voice.

The act of speaking sent Harry's vision blurring once more, but instead of fighting it, he let it pull him into welcoming darkness.

Next Chapter: Meetings

A/N: Please review, this is my first fanfiction story so don't be too harsh just yet.  The first chapter should be up in a week or so, so hopefully you won't have to wait too long. Just so you know, ten years pass between the prologue and first chappie, so I hope you like it.