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It's MY Life!
To whoever reads this. This is my personal journal, filled with thoughts and conclusions about my life thus far. If I fail in my quest then this will be the only way I will be remembered.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Harry James Potter. I have many titles attached to my name, though I never wanted any of them. I have been called The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, Scar Head, Vanquisher and The Forever King, just to name a few.
I have never wanted any of this. All my life, the only thing I have ever wanted was to just be myself. To be "Just Harry" as my friends used to call me.
I have no friends left now. They have all left me, or rather, I have left them behind. It is all rather confusing depending on which way you look at it. I remember something from when I was young, it was a movie, a character said, "What I told you was true, from a certain point of view."
I understand now. That's where it started. With one person's "certain point of view" everything can change. The certain point of view began with one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. He was given a prophecy before I was even born.
"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES . . . BORN TO THOSE THAT HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES . . . AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT . . . AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NIETHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES . . . THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES . . . "
Such a seemingly random bunch of words. I'm sure he put a great deal of thought into it though. It was just the conclusions he came up with that was the problem. That and a problem with the wording itself. Specifically the words, "Neither can live while the other survives" I found that one to be the worst line of the whole damn thing. It should have said, "Neither can DIE while the other survives." Me and old Tommy boy have been at this game for far too long. I kill him, he comes back. He kills me, I come back. I've known for a very, VERY long time how this has happened. Which brings me back to why I have no one left.
I have no idea what the actual date is. I've died and woken up so many times that I'm no longer sure. Sometimes I die and come back in a few minutes, sometimes it's a few months. My sense of time is so skewed that I can't even tell you the year. By my best guess it is sometime between the year 2546 and 2793. That's as close as I can get. There's no one left except for me and old Tommy and he's still trying to kill me. What does he expect to have if he ever manages it? There's no life left on the planet except for me and him right now.
I'm sitting in a cavern right now. It's small, maybe three meters by four meters, right beside a very solid looking vault door. Beyond that door is what remains of this world that I have been able to save. My Hermione, she started it. A brilliant plan to save everything we could in case the worst should happen. Beyond that door lies samples of everything we could find. Every plant, animal, and book we could get our hands on ended up in that vault. We found that it would be to difficult to place stasis charms on everything individually. She was the one to come up with a way to place it on the vault itself.
My Hermione. She always was the most intelligent person I ever knew. I have sorely missed her company these last few hundred years. She's the one that left the research it took me so long to complete. Her theories were always so far ahead of her time, making the rest of us look like cavemen swinging sticks compared to modern man. Still, it has taken me this long to complete her work and triple check the numbers. A lot of self study and self teaching to come to this point. I hope I'm not wrong. If I am it's not like I will ever know about it. Either it will work and what I hope will happen will actually happen, or it won't and I will finally have peace and be able to see my Hermione again.
This journal is my failsafe. Actually, it is Hermione's failsafe should the worst happen. It contains all my thoughts, notes and histories as best I can remember them. So that the history of our world will never be forgotten. Read through this book carefully so that you can make the best decision.
A word of warning. Be careful of how you treat others lest our history becomes your future.
Harry Potter, one of the last two people on the planet, slowly closed the book in his lap. That introduction in his journal was one of his last steps to do. Securing the cover tightly closed with the provided bands he slowly opened the vault door behind him.
Standing at the threshold he took a long moment to stare at the contents. Books and containers were strewn everywhere. It was one, big, jumbled mess. There was no help for it though. One of the problems with the stasis spell Hermione had cast was that anything that passed the threshold was instantly put in stasis. They had to fish two people out of it when they first started so many years ago. People froze instantly in whatever they were doing when they stepped fully into the vault. Harry himself had tried to reach in to pull people back when they discovered it, only to find that his arm would not work when it passed the threshold. He had spent a day trying to lasso two people like they were cattle before he managed to pull them both free.
Sighing heavily, he pulled back his arm and threw the bookinto the vault, watching as it landed amongst the piles of other things scattered inside. Jars of plants and shrunken animals. Books of everything and anything the could get their hands on. From Plato's Republic to Hogwarts: A History, every book that they could find or steal or scavenge, it was all inside. Giving one last sigh he closed the door and made his way to the last chamber.
This chamber had been set aside many centuries ago. It was designed for one purpose and one purpose only. It had taken until three days ago to complete the work on it. A last desperate gambit to save what they once knew. Walking inside he gathered the necessary things, laying them in precisely calculated positions. Triple checking that everything had been put in its proper place he walked over to the bench. Waving his wand he released the stasis spell on the potion that was on the workbench. Smiling ruefully that the countercharm would have been nice to know when those two people had been stuck in the vault he plucked the vial from it's resting place.
Taking the final few steps to get to the prearranged position he sat down on the floor. Downing the potion in one gulp he lay back and closed his eyes.
Hermione, one way or another, I'm coming home.
With that thought firmly in his mind the potion did its intended work. His heartbeat slowed, his breathing became shallow and Harry James Potter, one of the last two people left on the planet, died.
And then he awoke screaming bloody murder.
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