Portals of the Past and the Present

The third Lightning War had ended; the destruction, death toll and more were in numbers that many could scarce believe. Dark Lord Voldemort had finally been defeated; at the hand of one Lord Harry James Potter. Peace was restored and their community had at last earned a reprieve.

Yet, it was not to be.

Harry Potter, barely twenty-two, had seen his share of horrible atrocity. He understood that not all could be righted from the moment of the war's end; yet, that had not stopped those he once cared for from trying to force him to be something or someone he wasn't.

It had only caused grief that made him distant to them; and then the new war came. One he had tried hard to avert and to warn of...yet, no one heeded his pleas. No one remembered his instincts for these things, and it had cost them.

Dearly.

With no other options left; he left the world he knew behind and travelled back farther to the past. Doing something he never imagined himself doing. Hoping to avert the war he ended and the one after. Hoping to change the world for the better; for those who deserved it, and to ensure those who were callously lost would have a chance.