Harry Potter and The Life Relived
From Create Your Own Story
Welcome to Harry Potter and The Life Relived, a choose your own Harry Potter story. This is a story open to adding your own branch if you so desire. Want Harry to react differently than the options given? Go for it!
This story is for ADULTS ONLY! Mature content will be included in this story. Some branches of the story will be happy, sweet, and fluffy. Others will be dark, disturbing, and vile. You're being warned up front about this. I want this story to go in all directions and possibilities. Dark and light, happy and sad. This story will also include sexual content. If this makes you uncomfortable, please hit the back button.
Alright then! Let's dive into the life of Harry Potter. Our story begins the summer following Harry's fifth year. Cannon acknowledged and accepted, meaning Horcruxes and the Deathly Hallows exist. However, the romantic pairings are fair game.
Harry Potter, is of course, the property of JK Rowling. We're just playing in her sandbox.
Story idea by danieljgrant, and my profile on fanfiction.net can be found here
Harry Potter felt alone, sulking in misery. As he laid on his twin bed, tucked into the corner of a bedroom that wasn't really his, he stared up at the ceiling with unblinking eyes. Books and parchment laid strewn about the room, his school trunk splayed open at the foot of bed.
Here at Number 4 Privet Drive, he was trapped. Here he was a prisoner in his own “home”. For the last week, his aunt and uncle only let him out of his room to eat and do chores. He was certain that someone, namely Albus Dumbledore, made sure of that. Harry knew that Dumbledore was looking out for his safety, but he couldn't honestly think of a time when he was ever, truly, safe. Every year something happened to endanger his life. Giant three-headed dogs, basilisks, escaped prisoners, werewolves, traitors, and oh-by-the-way, a Dark Lord.
Harry sighed. He was done crying, not due to a lack of sadness or self-pity, but he was simply out of tears. For the days and weeks that followed that fateful day, something began to stir in Harry. Something... different. It was something that felt like it had been there for a long time. Something... unexplainable.
And now, the weight of the entire world was thrust upon his shoulders, just hours after witnessing the death of his godfather, Sirius Black, and facing the most feared Dark Lord since Gellert Grindelwald.
'The prophecy. Harry Potter vs. Lord Voldemort. One-on-one. Battle for the wizarding world. And I don't stand a chance. Harry thought to himself.
'Me: going into my sixth year.
Him: has been terrorizing wizard kind with dark magic for decades.
Me: able to lead five other teenagers into a trap, nearly getting them all killed, and as a result of said trap, had my godfather killed before my own eyes.
Him: leads a fanatical group that tortures, kills and maims all those they consider unworthy without so much as a second thought.
Me: can barely go toe-to-toe with one of his Death Eaters.
Him: can duel Dumbledore to a draw.
I am so buggered.'
As Harry was wallowing in pain and self-pity, a ball of flame flashed into his room.
“'Ello Fawkes. What wonderful news have you brought me today?” Harry said, his voice dripping in sarcasm. Fawkes dropped a letter on his makeshift desk, trilled sadly, and disappeared into thin air, a small puff of smoke left in his wake. Harry reached over, grabbed the letter, and began to read.
Dear Harry,
I will be retrieving you from your home on Friday. Please have all your belongings ready to go when I arrive, which will be at 10 in the morning.
Albus Dumbledore
A scowl appeared on Harry's face as he read the letter. 'There he goes again, acting the savior. He does know that I hate it here, doesn't he?' he thought to himself.
Looking around his room, he came to a decision that he had been pondering since he arrived back at Number 4, Privet Drive.
