Whatever could be wrong with the world Lord Voldemort was ruling over the magical world, wizards and witches alike were safe from muggles even mudbloods were given a safe home from the moment they had their first accidental magic the school semester was about to start and Harrison Evans was attending Cerritulus school...
"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around...
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• The war took a toll on Harry, things have just lost their color, and doubts start creeping in, things he could have done better, things he wish he could change, people he knows he should have saved... but his biggest regret is that he was not able to see past...