Harry woke and sat up to take in a white world. He guessed he was dreaming or maybe this was Heaven? He saw the platform and trains on the normal side of Kings Cross. It was quite comforting that there were no freak stream trains here. He then noted a figure walking toward him. It took him a moment to realise who the man was. Alastor Moody was whole, all the hurts and amputations caused by dark magic had been healed and no crazy magical eye to freak Harry out.

Harry had met and befriended Alastor at the end of in fourth year. While others had been in a flap about Cedric's disappearance and the capture of the Deatheater Crouch, Harry had freed the real Moody from his trunk and taking him to the shrew Pomphrey for healing. Moody took his debts seriously and had joined the small crowd of those trusted to get to know Harry. The man hated and despised Snape so he was not all bad. The old auror was also astute enough not to need an all seeing eye to notice the real Harry James Potter not he lies. The boy was very badly treated at home and at school, except by Filch and Flitwick of all people.

"What have you done, you foolish boy?" Alastor drew Harry into a hug. "I never expected you to fulfill Albus' crazy scheme. You sacrificed your beautiful magic? I don't understand." Alastor had truly like the man James' son had grown to be, sticking two fingers up at the Order and his mother. "You were meant to be safe and happy. This was never your responsibility. You are just seventeen. You should be chasing girls, drinking, playing quidditch and eating your weight in sweets. What happened?"

"Sirius happened. I told him the prophecy. He pushed me to be just like James. I never noticed until I went to live with him. He was fixated on me being just like his bestest friend, his blood brother. I don't think he ever really saw me. It was great though. I had six months of almost happiness, but that damn prophecy was in force. I joined the Academy in Washington, to become an Auror recruit. There program takes five months to complete. I was top of my class. Law enforcement major, just like dad. As soon as Remus completed his task I was portkeyed to the ICW base in Ireland waiting for my chance to pop Voldemort. I was just a means to an end. Well, he's toast now." Harry looked at the blue eyes and golden full head of hair on this ghost Moody. "I never wanted to be a freak. I wanted to be normal. I wanted to fit in so badly as a child in Surrey. Not be an orphan, not be a burden. Only I my wish. I learne I actually had a family at eleven and it was my worst nightmare, a place worse than the Dursley's. Petunia and Vernon never wanted to have anything to do with Lily but the bitch cast me off into the muggle world to get down and dirty with that bastard Snape." Harry tried to stop the tears welling up in his eyes and ground the heals of his hands into his eye sockets, before changing the subject. "Do you want to know how I got to be friends with Filch?"

Alastor had always wondered on that fact. The caretaker had in never empathised or like any student in all his years at Hogwarts.

"In first year I heard all that foul gossip of mudbloods stealing people's magic. I offered Argus my magic, if he wanted it. I certainly didn't. He wasn't a bad sort, just bitter, resentful. I got him and his whole chip against the freaky magical world, making him an outcast in his own home. I never got Snape. Bitter and hateful, even after he got his heart's desire. Just a complete and utter bastard really." Harry smiled wistfully, "Anyway, I gave my magic away to off snake face. Only it wasn't just my magic as a Lord of an Ancient and Noble house. Generations of wards charged and stored was released. No more Potter's in the magical world. Even if I'm stupid enough to get some bint pregnant, the kid will be normal. I've ensured that. " Harry then turned around and viewed the trains. "Whats the deal? Flip a coin, rebirth or eternal sleep?"

"No, you aren't fully Dead." Alastor looked at the boy wondering at the fact the boy was so weary of life at seventeen, a life where he had never really lived, never loved or been unguarded with anyone, even his closest friends. Never trusting anyone in the world of lies and deceit, the Magical world was so deeply hated by Harry Potter, yet he had sacrificed everything to destroy the man who had murdered his father. Harry would have been such a different boy if James had brought him up. He would have seen joy and wonder in magic. Alastor suddenly wanted to sit and explain to his old friend Albus that all his decisions regarding this boy were like ash in their mouths. Innocence had been abused and broken. No prophecy was worth this price.

"Only mostly dead, ehh. No true love waiting for me, Moody. What's the catch?" The distrustful and dark look on Harry's face was the boy being fully open with his father's mentor.

"Go live your life. Be the best bloody muggle on the planet. No more sacrifice. Become a hedonist, live each moment like its your last. I hope I don't see you again for many, many years."

"No wanting me to be just like my dad?"

"No."

"Oh I plan to open a coffee shop. Listen to gossip all day long and I think I'll fuck a different girl or boy each night. You can keep playing happy families. Thats a losers game. I think I'll name my place Moody's after you, you old bastard."

Moody then pointed at the ghostly sprinter. What should have been the St. Neots service. It was the path back to the mortal world.

...

The ghosts had swarmed and dissipated, one seemed to linger over the fallen form of the young agent, but he too faded as Charles Moore ran to appraise the situation. "Dark Lord is dead... Repeat the Dark Lord is vanquished. Operation Night Storm complete. Agent down. Medical assistance required." Moore had checked the shrunken corpse of the dark lord first but Potter was not moving, his eyes slightly open, a look of resigned peace on his face. The kid's wand broken on the ground next to his prone form.

The team medic apparated with a loud crack within ten metres of the scene of devastation. He moved forward under the watchful gaze of the seasoned warrior. "He's breathing, just. Shallow, and thready. Heartbeat stready. My diagnostics are off. There are no wards in place?"

Moore double checked. "No."

"Funny, its as if the kid's a muggle. I'm getting no magical responses at all."