Lie no. 6:

An inconspicuous time in the school was all he wanted. So he hid in plain sight. He joined Gryffindor, avoided the manipulative headmaster. Did as was expected. Saved the school from a homicidal professor in his first year, a psychotic ghost and basilisk in his second year and met his godfather in his third year. He did as was expected, but he tried to avoid the weasleys and the granger girl as much as possible. Dumbledore had his claws deep within them. At least he could get along with Sirius. But he couldn't always avoid them.

Quidditch was their sport, even if he did love flying. So when he went off to the world cup with the Weasleys he already had a bad feeling in his stomach, Then the death eaters came and explosions filled the air. Cackling and crackling. Bursts of light and screaming. Fire and fear. Then the eerie symbol of the dark mark filled the air.

Lie no. 7:

Harry already had an exit plan in place. He and Sirius had letters passed through Gringotts (Thank Merlin those goblins liked him) to the Italian ministry. Turns out they did not like the british ministry and were more than willing to give Harry and Sirius as a way to stick it to Fudge. Especially considering the fact that Sirius was never formally put on trial, but was rather thrown in jail to rot.

So when he was dragged before the other headmasters and the three champions and was told he had to participate in the tournament, he merely smiled casually and said "Liar."

"Excuse me?!" Bartemius Crouch Sr roared.
"Well, you had one hand in your pocket and were shifted away, meaning you don't believe a single word you're saying. And you ends of your lips twitched a bit so you're the slightest bit happy that everyone believed you, it's called a masking smile," Harry explained
"That means nothing!"
"Sure, individually they mean nothing. But all of them together added with the context of the situation, they generally mean deception." he told the adults and the other champions.

Having had enough with the stupidity of adults, he watched as the champions all gained small smiles, attempting to hide them behind false neutral faces. He grinned at them before pulling out the tournament going on to say "Plus, the rulebook says that any champion chosen has twenty four hours to back out, and by my count it only been about ten minutes since I was picked,"

Flipping to a marked page in the rulebook, he passed it to the headmasters before taking out another letter and giving it to Dumbledore. "This is my notice of withdrawal, by the way,"
"Withdrawal?"
"Yep, I'm moving to Italy! Mostly because this place is crap, but there are other reasons," he grinned "You are one of them," at the second statement, the champions snickered at his casual admission.
"Watch your language!"

Lie no. 8:

Italy was nice. It was warm and the streets were always alive. A lot better than England. He went to a tuition center for his magic and went to school for muggle subjects. He did well in the Liceo delle scienze umane or the Lyceum for human sciences. He did well all things considered but he wasn't the best by far. He wanted to go into behavioural sciences, possibly psychology for uni, maybe other degrees at a later date? It wasn't like he couldn't afford it.

Unlocking the door to the flat he shared with Sirius, he stepped inside and toed off his shoes when he felt his phone vibrate. He had gotten new glasses with an accurate prescription, so he could actually see well and a phone to keep in contact with Sirius when he ran off to look around the city they now lived in. But still...That doesn't give him the right to send him forty messages per hour!

"Sirius…" he seethed, shuffling into the living room where his godfather sat calmly with instant noodles and the tv playing a soap opera in italian. Pausing he stared at the large screen then back at his godfather "Sirius? What the hell? The ministry officials haven't come by to set up the translation charm, how are you even watching this?" he asked, tilting his to the side.
"English subtitles,"
"Where are they then?" he inquired, looking at the tv were a female actress was speaking in a fast pace with no subtitles in sight. "They come and go," Sirius explained
"And you haven't stopped watching it?"
"I make up my own lines when I don't have them. Good to see your safe by the way!"

Sighing, Harry turned and walked into the open kitchen. Dropping the rucksack he had been carrying for hours to the floor, he went off to the fridge. Suddenly Sirius' voice filled the apartment as he cried "No Antonio! Don't leave her!"

It was at that point that Harry knew, perpetual sighing was going to be a daily thing.

Lie no. 9:

Five years of hard work, exhaustion, and the occasional breakdown, finally paid off. He had did it. He had graduated from upper secondary school. With a diploma and good references for university. HE had decided on psychology for university.

So a month after his graduation, he and Sirius sat in their (still sparsely decorated) living room. Their eyes stayed on the letter from the University of Padova before them sitting on the coffee table."We should open it," Sirius said
"We should."
"Are you going to?"
"Nope…"

Suddenly he jumped to his feet and grabbed the envelope. "I gotta know!" he repeated over and over like it was a mantra, ripping it open. Staring at the letter he skimmed over it. "Dear Mr Black... blah blah blah… … … Congratulations you been accepted to the university of Padova!" he exclaimed.

Lie no. 10

University was glorious. No one knew his name. They probably all thought of him as that one guy that never talks at the back of professor Saava's lecture hall. He spent hours on essays and coursework and spent every second loving it. He got on well with his professors and advisors and kept his head down. He moved into the dorms but he spent most weekends with Sirius at home. Weirdly enough, watching soap operas in foreign languages had become their saturday routine since they had moved to Italy five years ago. Even when he was older, he would be grateful for the amount of freedom Sirius had given him over the years.

He slowly made friends with the girl that lived in the dorm across with from him, Clara. She was always smiling and any time outside of studying was spent gaming. She was his second true friend despite the tentative bond that the youngest weasley and the granger girl tried to enforce. She didn't patronise him for the whole, 'I'm gonna spend every second staring at your facial features and focus on every little twitch to see if you're lying through your teeth'.

His first friend was Luna Lovegood, he wondered how she was doing. He still wished that she had been able to come with he and Sirius when he had asked, but she had refused sadly. He got the occasional letter from her informing her of her health every since she and her father left magical Britain but that was it.

Lie no 11:

Nearly three years went by in a blur in lectures and exams. Before he knew it, he was preparing for his dissertation. He was running around the university looking for various volunteers in an attempt to prove his theory on the universality of emotion. At least a hundred and twenty volunteers (hopefully from different countries and cultures), maybe someone to help, and he had to get the ethics committee for his experiment and then he had to type it up! There was no time for anything!

When he got the approval from Ethics, Clara was nice enough to send his name, email and the basis of his experiment to some of the volunteers for her dissertation. Thankfully most had replied and were willing to take part in it. Hours went by getting them to sign forms and even more hours spent bent over his laptop typing furiously half asleep and his 100% of his blood had been replaced by red bull, which was nice. The not so nice part was the anxiety and stress.

Lie no. 12:

By this point he was twenty two and bored. His hair had grown to his chin and had leveled out, so it wasn't as a bird's nest. He spent most of the time trying to move it out of his face (which Sirius laughed at profusely). He was thinking about moving out, and Sirius said he was fine with that. Maybe he could work in a bar? Bartending sounded fun, and it wasn't like he was doing the job for the money.

Both Harry and Clara had graduated from Padova with their degrees and Clara was planning to go back to Sweden to live with her family. They were definitely going to stay in touch through Skype and the like, sending texts back and forth, thank god for the lack of time difference between Sweden and Italy. And at this point he had taken his OWLs and NEWTs in the Italian ministry and had done well enough.

It was his first day since moving his things back in after graduation and Clara had come along. He, Clara and Sirius were watching a turkish soap opera with their subtitles off. Warm mugs of hot chocolate were in their hands as they sat with their feet on the aging coffee table. Clara had taken it upon herself to record it on her phone so she could watch it and laugh when she was stressed.

This was the life

Moreover, some of you may wonder why he's not affected by the war in these chapters but he sort of is, it just becomes more obvious later. But, you have to remember he just left the war early, so he wasn't exposed to things like the tournament or Umbridge. Also Squalo shows up in the next chapter and I would like to mention that this is two years prior to canon, so Xanxus is still on ice and Tsuna is still an oblivious little bean. I'd also like to mention Squalo is 2 years older than canon. So instead of being 20 at this stage, he is 22 (the same age as Harry).

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