After he had defeated Voldemort, Harry was not sure what to do with his life.
He had initially decided to become an Auror because he had thought that was a job where he could practice the skills he had honed throughout his life, Dark Wizard hunting.
However, although the Auror training was rigorous, rarely did he ever have to apply the skills he had learned.
Mostly, his job as an Auror included stopping petty theft, or preventing the smuggling of dragons.
Rarely, if ever, was he asked to apprehend real Dark Wizards, merely common criminals.
After a couple years on the job, Harry decided that this job was not one he enjoyed, and so he handed in his resignation to the Head of the DMLE.
There was a lot of pressure for him to run for the Minister of Magic, however there was so much paperwork and not much power involved with the job.
Every time he tried to pass something, it was always countered by the Wizengamot, so Harry resigned from being the Minister as well.
Then, Harry tried his hand at being Headmaster of Hogwarts, but once again there was a lot of paperwork, and the Board of Governors were there to prevent Harry from making any meaningful changes, so once Harry had to quit.
Harry did not need a job for income, as the Potter family vaults had enough wealth to last him a lifetime, but he needed something to occupy his spare time.
Harry turned to professional Quiditch, his favorite wizarding pastime and for a while it was enjoyable, no paperwork and he was the Star Seeker of his team.
But slowly his age began to catch up to him and he no longer was as nimble as he used to be, and he merely became a Reserve Seeker instead.
Finally, after he had left professional Quiditch for good Harry saw an opening for a position at the Department of Mysteries.
Now, there was a lot of myth and rumor surrounding the Department of Mysteries, not unlike the MI6 of the Muggles, so that was one factor attracting Harry to it.
In addition they would be able to pioneer new fields of magic, which would help many wizards, and Harry was all about helping others.
So, Harry took the job.
This was when everything began going wrong.
Harry had just entered the Ministry when he saw a brigade of owls carrying a large amount of Howlers.
That was odd he thought.
Then the Howlers burst open.
There was a burst of sound and Harry quickly cast a Soundproofing charm.
The others were not so lucky.
The Ministry had wards preventing things like Howlers containing banshee or Mandrake screams, but they could not prevent sheer volume of sound.
There was sufficient force from all the Howlers to have caused most of the Ministry officials to collapse with blood running from their ears.
Floating in the air and written in fire was the message, "WE ARE THE MUGGLEBORNS AND WE WILL NO LONGER STAND FOR BEING TREATED AS SECOND-CLASS CITIZENS"
That was the last thing Harry saw before the nerve gas was released.
After Lord Voldemort's ascension as the event later came to be recalled, King's Landing was in turmoil.
Most of the denizens of the Red Keep had been driven out and Voldemort had receded deep into it and was not often seen.
However, strange things happened in King's Landing.
People often went missing and were never seen again.
Horrible monsters and creatures prowled the streets at night, and the sound of screams filled the air.
Most people did not need a maester to tell them that the source of all this were the gruesome experiments Lord Voldemort was performing in the Red Keep.
There was nothing anyone could do about it though, but there were people who had tried of course.
A Faceless Man had apparently been hired to kill Voldemort, the rumours were that he had been returned to his employer piece by piece.
A group of people had taken up arms and had gone to the castle to kill Voldemort, Voldemort had merely glanced at them and they had crumbled into ash.
Of course, no one could leave the city either, Voldemort had cast some enchantment that repelled people from the exits, fortunately, ravens seemed able to bypass this ward.
Occasionally Voldemort would gather the townspeople for demonstrations of his power.
If he was feeling generous it would merely be a clean execution and him stating that magic was might and performing some theatrics, if we was not however...
The last time he had not been feeling generous was at the execution of Littlefinger, and that incident had been burned into the minds of all the citizens.
Littlefinger had been on the Sept of Baelor and recited lines about how he was worthless, and then he been forced to rub himself in animal excrement.
Littlefinger had already been in poor condition by this point, no doubt due to the many tortures that Voldemort forced him through.
He stared at Voldemort pleadingly with tears in his eyes, "You promised me... Please..."
Voldemort flicked his wand and uttered, "Crucio".
Littlefinger's screams were inhuman.
Voldemort released him and Littlefinger began gasping and crying.
"Pathetic...but expected from Muggle filth like you"
Voldemort gazed at the crowd expectantly.
"I made a joke so LAUGH!" Voldemort roared.
The crowd began laughing nervously.
"Do you know what this Muggle said to me the other day?... 'I did warn you not to trust me'"
Then a group of women walked on to the stage.
"These are whores from your own brothel... Do you trust them?"
"Yes.." Littlefinger whispered.
"Good, because your fate is in their hands... Literally"
Then the women snarled at Littlefinger and began to tear him apart like they were dogs.
Voldemort began chuckling and many of the crowd tried averting their eyes from the gruesome spectacle but their heads were firmly fixed in place.
Voldemort summoned a Fiendfyre apparition and pointing it behind him destroyed the Sept then it made it devour the women in front of him.
In the crater where the Sept had once stood, Voldemort raised a statue in the likeness of him made of sparkling blue ice and after that the Fiendfyre apparition which had taken the form of a dragon flew over the crowd.
"There will be no seven, there will be no old gods, there will be no R'hllor, There is only ME! I AM YOUR GOD!"