Juxtaposition. That was what Harry Potter ended up becoming. After being missing in his first year, allowing Voldemort to rise in power, unseen and unheard but still there, and vastly more powerful. A desperate Dumbledore is finally able to track the boy-who-lived down, on his thirteenth birthday in a place no one would have ever looked. An insane asylum.

Empty That's what I felt when Voldemort finally died. All around me everyone was either rejoicing the dark lord's fall or mourning their loved ones but all I felt was a hollow empty abyss where my soul used to be. Once where there was everything Now is nothing. Note - The amazing cover was created by OtakuForLife4545.

As a six year old Harry lay on the ground gasping for breathe, learned the truth about power. You can have strength, you can have power But there was always someone better than you. Harry could accept that, after the life he'd led but he vowed to himself that when he found a person more powerful than him and worthy of that title, they will have his utmost and undying loyalty.

Harry discovers his friends true colours after narrowly escaping death. Weeks into the summer he journeys to Diagon Alley and discovers more truths about himself. There Harry will make a decision that will change the world for better or worse. Disclaimer - THIS STORY DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. All credit goes to Fuck_It_Up_Kenneth. You can find the story on ao3. (#1 in murder - 7/4/19) (#1 in harrypotter - 8/4/19)

What if Harry had taken Draco's hand all those years ago?