A Fathers Mistake

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Harry expels Voldemort's soul rendering him magicless.

Harry was written down in the book of admittance by the quill of acceptance since birth/or since a very young age. The misunderstanding happened when James a pure blood was afraid of his wifes bloodline not passing on magic. Then once down Harry went throughout school with magic embedded in him by Voldemort's soul an it was vanquished he finds his magic is completely gone.

He-who-must-not-be-named's defeat

Harry Potter, (the chosen one) once prophesied to take down the greatest dark wizard of all time, has accomplished so much in the his first seven years of school the last of which was spent on the run while fighting you-know-who. He defeated his followers and his dark tools used to keep him from death. From many sources we've been told he himself risked his own life to kill you-know-who once and for all. Trials for the dark wizard's followers have begun and peace has finally reached our world again. This time we feel it will last.

Harry threw the blasted paper aside. He couldn't stand to look at it any longer. His subscription has been stopped but he still had what remains of his last deliveries. The reminder everyday of the war was torture let alone the thought of what was being said about him now. No he didn't need it, not any of it. Ron and Hermione were the only ones he would see now and even that felt awkward.

What else could he do he felt the three had been through enough together that one more loss would destroy them. He was lucky they hadn't abandoned him. His mind went back to when he was eleven and his friend Hagrid told him he was a wizard.

"Well your names been down since birth."

Harry scoffed and found he really detested the hope this had given him all these years. Turns out, though he couldn't figure out how, this clearly was not true. Seeing as no more than a week after Harry's greatest victory was world wide news so was his surprisingly sudden lack of magic. The healers say he appears to never had it an if it wasn't for his fame and many stories of his times of doing phenomenal things nobody would have believed he ever had preformed magic in his life.

His eyes brushed over the last article he had received bringing stinging tears to his eyes. He had tossed all news articles in a box the day he read it but found himself pulling the others out to look at the pictures of all his friends and family who had fought with him. This one however stayed an now was the last in the box as if pointedly looking at him.

Harry Potter the "Chosen one" or the "Normal one"

Harry potter the wizarding worlds biggest fraud has just been discovered to have zero magic. He has been stripped of his wand and tossed out of the wizarding world. Much like squibs, something that many now believe that he is at best, he is unable to work in most of our world. This news come straight from the ministry itself as they have crossed his name from the book of admittance.

Many unknown facts still revolve the story but we've done our best to no longer falsely report against Mr. Potter. As such we know he as a child survived a killing curse that was explained by Potter shortly after the great battle at Hogwarts. We expressed our need for answers and promised a properly good article. He says he lived On due to the unwavering love his mother had for him and her death that this protected him with a Strong blood magic.

Because of this and learning of the dark tools used by he-who-must-not-be-named to preserve his life we now know Harry Potter himself was a host to a part of his enemy. We believe this is where his magic came from. Asking around to many professionals they have expressed the most unlikeliness of it but that facts all point to this being true.

There is no wizard alive whom ever would have believed this was possible. That our greatest hero of all time is now our hugest mistake…

Harry wanted to burn it but never could pull himself to. Almost as if there was no other way to prove to himself that it was real an not just some sordid dream he concocted. He was a mistake now to everyone. If not for his family gold and all the funds given to him by Sirius death and saving the world he would have nothing right now. He was thankful for this small reprieve of not having to seek out his aunt and uncle an explain and beg for help.

The Weasley had offered their home but this felt like to much to ask for. Without being able to work as an auror he would have to look for work in the muggle world or worse be like filch. Having nothing to offer and working endlessly was his life now. All because of his father. There was no true way to talk to his father but he went back to his home with the help of Hermione and found all that he could that would explain his situation. A letter written ages ago like a journal entry his father tried to admit his wrongs.

Lily/Harry,

I am hoping one day both of you read this. I wronged you Lily I got weak and let my bloodline and my family blind me. All I wanted was child a healthy happy child and now you will hate me, both of you, for what I have done. Last month you had early labor signs. To early and thankfully we took care of it. Made it back home but seeing as you are now only a few days away I slipped you a little magic enhancement potion. I feared our child would be magicless I couldn't imagine a life for them like that so I thought I would help boost him along.

It actually worked though I wish I could take it back and know he had it in him on his own but I highly doubt that that would be so. He came out popping lights when he cried. We are home now and though there isn't much now I just know we have a wonderful seeker on out hands. I regret hurting you this way but perhaps one day you will read this and forgive I just haven't the strength to give it to you now.

Everlasting love,

James

Lily,

Once more I write you unable to tell you the truth. Unable to give you this letter but hope once more I will in the near future. I fear you may already know. Harry is indeed magicless. He wields nothing like he did the day he was born and when his letter comes he will not be able to go which will only create questions. I fear prison.

Our lives are being hunted by Voldemort and you nor our one year old baby Harry May ever know. I've given my cloak to Dumbledore in hopes he uses it well an should he still have it when our enemy comes that he passes it on. That is if he should survive.

Harry was least of all impressed with his father's lack of courage. A Gryffindor every day of his life but he couldn't do one thing. How could his mother have fallen for him. How could he have been a better choice than Severus was. He had burnt those letters immediately but still they laid vividly in his mind. It was the truth on old parchment hand written by his father. A fool who made a mistake one that weirdly saved the wizarding world but ruined his own. If not for his mistaken power his parents would probably be alive his life never been in danger. Neville would have been the target though which personally Harry couldn't picture let alone want to.

This wasn't his fault it was his father's yet everyone acted as if it was. As if he had purposely put himself in harms way. Took that curse after his mother sacrificed herself and lived a whole life with his magic being from his own mortal enemy. He laughed harshly in their face when it was suggested by the daily prophet.

A steam screaming kettle called his growing negative attention. Thankfully as typically he would begin brooding over the facts of his life. He was not the only one that knew the truth the ministry did too as did he closest friends and family. It was his choice not rekindle things with Ginny, it was his belief all his future children would suffer second guessing. Nor could he ask Ginny to leave magic.

Of course she took it terribly hard, even tried convincing him he didn't have to leave magic behind. Harry knew if he didn't he couldn't possibly live happy. The reminder was to much on him. Molly and Arthur sent sincere wishes that he would still consider them family no matter what, which he did. Hermione ain't left him alone more than a few days at a time. His flat in muggle London wasn't much of a deterrent and unlike Ron she didn't simple believe him when he said he was fine.

Pouring two cups he placed them on coasters and returned to the kitchen for some biscuits. As he expected Hermione entered the room via his fire escape. She surprised he is so willing to indulge her today and smiles at him before she gently hugs him. Pulling back she sees his walls on the verge of rising. The way he was raised an such she's not one bit misunderstanding how important their friendship is to him or how easy it is for him to begin doubting the simple things.

"It's great to see you I'm so glad you made tea. I've literally just had the strangest day."

"How so?"

"Well first I had Ron hassling me for a date and Ginny has just asked me if I know their mum has already begun preparing for me to marry into the family. Ive had to sit them all down and explain I'm not nearly ready for all that. I haven't even give Ron a chance for a proper date yet."

"Ginny really just wants another sister. Molly.. Ha well I cant say she isn't a bit over zealous when it comes to her kids happiness." He said remembering his own relationship. "It's one stress I'm glad to be away from."

"Are you really though Harry its still a lot to give up especially everything you had with Ginny. She'd be crazy to not fight for you more. Not that she hasn't come to me in hopes I can change your mind."

"I'm sorry you're in the middle of all this."

"Honestly I'm not pushing but I think if you take a few years find your footing in the muggle world it would be that much easier for you to balance the two worlds. No one wants to push you out."

All she received in turn was a shake of his head and a heavy glance down at his cup in his hands. She understood his point that seeing magic but not being able to do it would be horrible especially after having the power to for give or take 18 years. Sure she couldn't count his first year but to believe you had it even then was a hard loss. Yes she understood but still she felt her best friend fought for all the blessings of a magical world and deserved more than the path he was giving himself.

"No one cut you out Harry but I get it and I'm sorry I said anything but sometimes I just wish you would take the risk and try living to the fullest. The war was the toughest thing we ever went through the benefits the things you can have just by asking…"

"That's true but I just cant yet. Maybe someday. Thanks 'mione you are the only one I think gets both sides."

"We aren't the only ones to grow up magicless but trust me Harry I'll always be here for you even if you get tired of my visits. I'm expected back for my last year so a fire call or owl may be all you see from me for a while."

"I thought you said all we had to was ask for something to get whatever we wanted." He teases. They share faint chuckle. Then Harry looks deeply at her before stirring emotions rise to his eyes. "that's why we are so close still you don't soften the truth for me. Ron is blunt but he doesn't get the things I'm fighting inside right now. Ginny..i don't know why I thought after the war I'd be able to give her my full attention. I was never able to before. This really doesn't change that and I cant see her committing to two world fully. She's and all or none kind of woman."

Switching to the seat closest to him she grabs his hands. Her guts says he often does this transition from fine to gloomy. It also tells her to drop his hands and force him to shake free of it but her heart says to hold on and search his eyes for the familiar light. Unfortunately her mind is ahead of both and her lips press to his forehead.

"You are worth the challenge magic or not." Hermione quickly moves her hands to his hair brushing the strands hiding his scar. "You've endured much more than you needed don't make your relationship with her be one more. I don't think she wouldn't try for you if you really wanted her in your life. I know I am not going to let you fade away into the muggle world." The air between them feels thinner now she an breath once more. Now more boldly she continues. "Why do you think I made you get a floo connection, asked you to let me put a few enchantments around here, and put wards on your home so you can live protected and yet if you wanted a little magic in your life you don't have to fear getting caught."

"I've denied those."

"Yes for now. There is no expiration on my offer. I'm sure McGonagall or flitwick can do much more than I can you say the word and them or myself will be here for you."

"I know you would but would Minerva really risk her position for me now."

"Rubbish. That's nonsense I'm not the only one willing to hep you."

"Hermione you have been helping me since day one. I failed you so often probably more than anyone else you gave so much for my sake and you keep wanting to give. Stop! Just…stop…please go away." The cord had been struck the one she had been testing. This was the limit for today. It was certainly better than the many visits so far. She poked at so many open wounds she was surprised he had only ever lashed out ten times at most.

"Has that worked before?" Hermione closed the space between herself and his rigid body now standing in the archway of the kitchen and living room. "No it hasn't you know you can't push me away. I'm insane I know but I can't leave you here to stew and run away when you think you have nothing left or that you have no one left that cares for you."

Pulling in his rising and falling shoulders she holds him as his pride tells him to fight it. He had never found comfort from others as his best friend. Everyone else saw his anger and madness and left in hopes that he would come out of it eventually. Hermione had ripped the bandages off and stood there to help him each and every time. His sobs echoed for a few minutes before he gently lifted his head. Her hairs stood on end as his breath swept over her neck. Was it relief in her eyes he saw or was their something there he was hoping to see. He suspected it was possibly relief but the way her eyes flicked from his eyes quickly down and back his stomach flipped.

Unfortunately neither one asked the other about the things that moment brought them. In fact the pair parted and shared one last cup of tea to ease the tension from the outburst not that they needed it for that particular reason. Hermione parted away from their latter conversation and onto all the things she was going to be diving into this year. More on her rights for elves an and other species. More studies on not just what she missed their seventh year but beyond that. She also looped in the finding of her parents recently. He was more than happy to listen as when she rambled she tended to crinkle her nose as she thought.

The thought though of Hermione giving so much for him felt troubling. If her aid felt that way then her kindness and understanding felt like he was a wounded animal. There was no cure for his wounds nothing except time away from all of it. Magic, wizarding school, working at the ministry, and so much more had been in his life for so long now he couldn't stand the brutal pain of it. It was because of that inner pain that he knew if he resisted Hermione how much more it would hurt not just himself.

If the periodic pain of one friend who was kind enough not to use magic around him if he asked was all he could bare for now he could deal with it to save someone else suffering even if he couldn't offer the same to many others in his life right now. It wasn't like he had many muggleborn friends. He even felt relief that Hermione was practically the only good muggleborn friend he had. If anyone can read him like a book it was her and somehow he could never get to upset about it.

"I hope you finally get that year full of education you have been looking for since our first year." Finally breathing out he felt the joke ease them into the finale hours of the evening. When Hermione left that night Harry cleaned up their drinks and got ready for bed. It wasn't terribly late but Harry felt the weight of the emotional turmoil calling him to sleep. Crawling in bed after a hot shower lead to a quick close of his eyes into total darkness.

White hot fire burned a crossed his forehead as Voldemort paced forest ground. The closer he got to the monster of a man the stronger the pain got. A few strides to close and he was pounded with a crippling pain. His defenses where down and he was terrified. Green flashed before Harry as the tell tale end of his reoccurring nightmare sprang him into the barely lit room which now smelled of the sweat drenching his sheets. Swallowing it was obvious his voice was horse from screaming. The image of his dead loved ones melting away as his eyes closed for death was seared into his brain since the day it happened.

It was the day he changed. Even if it was only on the inside it was like a cork had been pulled and all the wine had been dumped out. His dreams were always so intense. Because of that he woke up the same way everyday, stripped the bed clean, and climbed in a cold shower.

Rays of sunrise broke through his flat as a small reminder how early his day has begun. Which meant he had to start up his chores. Grabbing a newly bought tool it he walk out his front door. To the side of his flat stood a pile of wood to repair the siding as the former landlord refused to repair be selling. Honestly Harry thought it would be the perfect first task as a mug. That was before he realized how long it would take to finish this project.

His neighbors offered a hand but Harry wasn't sure how to talk to muggles. Not all of them were like is Aunt, Uncle, or Cousin. Granted even they proved themselves a little better than how they behaved the majority of his life. Complete strangers though seemed much more impossible to deal with. Some had kids that liked to play near his flat.

He simply enjoyed seeing their smiles when he makes funny faces and acts out a funny scene while working. Most of the parents didn't mind his ease with the kids while others felt it was not the best sign. Truth was that he found the youthful kids a small reminder of his first year at Hogwarts. It was refreshing to see the same energy he once had. Muggles often were boring, too stiff, and fairly normal. That normal part wasn't exactly the part he was excited to become.

As the sun rose to peak he finished hammering in the last piece of wood. Wiping sweat from his head he spotted a familiar face in the window pane beside his finished work.

"Ginny! How did you find me." He tried to hold back his conflicting feelings of frustration and fondness.

"You never answered my last few owls I had to take measures to track you. Once I knew where I decided during the day was best."

"Its best to just leave me alone like I asked!" He snaps this catches some attention. "fine come inside for a few but that's it "

"I'm sorry Harry I just want a few minutes to convince you that you dont have to live magicless." She watched him set his tools away. "I mean I could do anything to make you comfortable. Wouldn't you rather that than this dreadfully boring life."

"No I cant say I would. I cant do any of it myself. I cant enjoy seeing it if I cant do it. I felt awful choosing myself over us but now...you don't understand me anymore so I cant give you anything now." The stab of pain between them didn't have the same sting it once had it burned because both knew there was no bridge left to come back this time.

Ginny realized her plan was a failure the moment she offered but she was not able to find another way to be with her family, her friends, do her career, and yet still be with Harry living the way he was now. Who could, he was an amazing guy, but had he ever offered her more than a little of himself at a time.. no he had always been an arms length away.

"Guess I really messed up this time didn't I?"

"No its not your fault Ginny I just can't ask you to leave all that you ever wanted behind. One day maybe I can live my life half and half but I can't imagine that day yet."

"And I need to respect that. Of course." Ginny left as quickly as she could through the front door while Harry was standing obvious for more than a few minutes before closing the door to the beating bright sun outside. Ginny was long gone when he made it to the frame so he simply let her go.

It wasn't the unpleasant feeling he expected that bothered him it was numbness and the lack there of that unpleasant feeling that bothered him. Was this what being normal meant. To be empty. Harry often wondered if the drop of magic in him that essentially made him a squib would ever be enough to bring him to his old self.

Once he was fun yet now he was.. boring. His uncle would say that he was finally acting natural but he knew better. He knew how rotten his muggle family had been an dispite his new life he wouldn't allow himself to become one of them. Tea helped normally but so did reading. In the muggle world there were actually loads of things that people believed outside of the normal. Harry liked to compare the material he read that had unexplainable results to things he knew in the magical world that could explain their phenomenons.

Hermione would say he was try to find a way to connect his past to his present. He would say however that Hermione was rubbing on him. The truth was that Hermione inspired him with all her knowledge. He wanted to understand things he never could focus on before. All he had know was chaos and trails. As his day waded into night Harry pressed a cold glass of liquor to his head.

Outside a small thud caused him to rise. A small package rested by the garden bed just at the foot of his door. Opening it to find a book titled Magic and Universe As We Know It he knew it was from Hermione. Inside was written a sizable letter saying she was aware Ginny made an appearance as she sought her best friend for comfort. He was relieved she wasn't furious with him. In fact she was proud they finally settled the long seated question.

Not that he knew the question had been un answered. He assumed it was clear he was in no condition to tend to a double life. Hermione went on to say she wished him well and that perhaps he might enjoy the book as it offered some new insights to the muggles who believe magic is all around them and perhaps building the universe or allows the impossible possible. She concluded that if he should require her company she would love to be there whenever he wanted just send word. Taking his last sip his lips rest against the cool ice in thought.

Would Hermione join him for a day out in the muggle world. If so he wondered what would they do as he could see a number of things Hermione might enjoy and oddly he had no reason to think he might not as well. In his typical chicken scratch writing he sent a reply before heading to bed knowing he would wake to her response. She was up as endlessly as he was but she always seemed to have time for him. She'd make a wonderful minister someday he thought whimsical closing his eyes for the night.

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