Voldemort won the first war. Harry is happy to live as an unnoticed squib at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, visions and rebels don't allow that and Harry soon catch the attention of the dark lord.

Harrison Potter is the third child of the Potter's. And he's neglected by family and mostly everyone throughout his life (Not the usual abusive story). He thrives to be best and sometimes wishes someone to be with him. In his childhood he sets aside gift to someone in the world who feels alone like him and it disappears to that someone by some strange Christmas magic. Seeing it disappear he makes a habit to send it every Christmas. What will he do when he meets that someone..? (It's going to be an alternate universe story.) {Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. And the image used as cover is not mine, taken from google images.}

Harry thought he had it all figured out. He had won the war. He had defeated the Dark Lord, fulfilled the prophecy, just like he was supposed to. But they hadn't counted on Harry surviving. It interfered with their plans and with the age of inheritance drawing near he would soon become a threat to all their scheming. He worked so hard to become what they wanted only for a repeat of his parents fate, as he whom was trusted so greatly turned his back on the golden boy. A killing curse cast just as his back was turned courtesy of the man he'd trusted. The man he'd thought was dead. The man looked down at the boy with a sickening smile. "This is the end I'm afraid, Harry, my boy." But they should have learned by now that when it came to Harry, Death had a soft spot. After all, the killing curse usually left behind a body, didn't it?

"They are each other's sanity in this insane world."