hi, I'm Clyme, and this is my first fanfic, so please don't hate on me! I got my inspiration from this fanfic I read about Snape being reincarnated in Harry Potters body, and I thought I'd do something opposite: What if Harry is reincarnated in the childhood body of his mother's best friend?
I'm gonna label this as T, probably cuz I don't know what I'll add here!
please rate and review, but no hate please!
Life had moved on for the former students of Hogwarts, for the most part. They had had an 8th year to make up the studies that many of them had missed, and started settling down with their lives.
Dean and Seamus were married now, and in the process of opening a magical art gallery. Hermione had become the head of the brand-new Department of Muggle/Magical cooperation, who helped muggle borns adjust to their new world, protected the Statute of Secrecy, and we're trying to bring new innovations into the magical world. Ronald and Ginny were both working as reserves in their favorite Quidditch teams, while Percy had quit the Ministry and was helping George with the shop. Luna was off exploring the world, Draco was working as a server at Madame Puddifutes, and Harry was training to be an Auror.
Was is the keyboard here. Because Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World, Golden boy of Gryffindor, had quit as of yesterday. He now sat in his small flat, by the chipped coffee table with his head in his hands, and relived the memories.
Remus. Tonks. Fred. Snape. Dumbledore. Sirius. Cedric. Lily. James. All the lives he couldn't save. All the people who died for him. And he couldn't even live to make their deaths count.
He lay his head on the cool surface, suddenly too heavy for his arms to bear. There weren't even any tears left to cry. The oy thought left in his head was
If I'm dead, I'll be with them all. I'll finally get to see my Mum for real.For a second he idly thought about calling someone to help him, but decided he didn't even mind if he died at all.
Harry James Potter, the boy who survived the Killing Curse twice, picked up his wand, aimed it at his head and with his only thought being, I want to see my Mum intoned "Avada Kedavra!"