You don't remember me, but I'll make you remember

chapter 1: after war disaster

A perturbation has been eliminated once and for all. The man that tried to kill him twice but ended up dead right after.

Harry pov:
It's been a big relief for me and the others but the consequences made us tense up again because the number of deaths were more than the number of survivors and it's sad to see so many people die right in front of you, but you can't do anything or someone will creep behind you and kill you instead.

Fred, Remus and others sacrificed their lives for Hogwarts and their families. But god didn't grant them a happy ending.

Everybody was shook from head to toes, because their future died in front of them and the person who killed them was standing and laughing in their eyes. I would do anything to turn back the time and pause, to be able to kill the people in black clothing that took the lives of others.

~Time skip to before Voldemort gets killed~

Anonymous pov:
As I saw everybody leave because people were scared that harry Potter didn't die from the death spell I was yelling at them to stop leaving and fight like true "heroes". I eventually got in the castle to attack the boy if the lord failed. If the lord really dies it would be dumb of me to kill the boy because people will find out. So I decided to make Potter forget about everything and teleport him somewhere nobody finds him. I'll make his friends desperate to find him.

~Time skip to present time ~

Harry pov:
I've been walking alone in the semi-destroyed hallways in the castle, because I wanted to release some emotions of the battle, like : fear, worry, anger and sadness. For a brief minute I stopped in front of a window watching from afar the damage of the crazy war. As I was standing I felt light tingles in my body as if the negative emotions left my body. After 5 minutes of this beautiful feeling of emptiness in my head, I forgot where I was and what I was doing. I quickly opened my eyes and I was sitting in a Coffeehouse with some papers in my hand. I read the paper and it's written "CV". I looked confused.

"I think I remember what I was doing!! I'm applying here for a job!"

I shot up and began walking to the counter and said that I wanted to apply for the free post of a barista in the coffeehouse.

The manager smiled at me and said to come tomorrow for the interview and if that's gonna go smoothly then he could begin his training straight up ( sure, gay up ). I smiled, thanked her and walked out of the Caffe, then I  remembered that I didn't have a place to stay the night🥹.

"Why is my ass this forgetful, ugh I hate it!"

Thanks for reading this chapter I hope I'll write the next one fast😩🥰