Title: SB – Untitled 055 1/?
Pairing: Harry/Hermione. Mentions of Harry/Ginny and Hermione/Ron
Warnings: Time Travel (Re-do), violence, child abuse, manipulative but not evil Dumbledore, Character Death, Bad Ginny, Bad Ron, Romance/Het, Post TDH, EWE, Alternate Universe, AU 3rd Year, Good Severus, Mentor, Mentor Severus, Powerful Harry, Violence.
Disclaimer: Nope, doesn’t belong to me. I only play with them a bit.
Summary: The war had been over for several years, and Harry’s life did not turn out the way he expected it. He ended leaving England and travelling the world. That’s where death found him, but he was the Master of the Hollows and second chances were a given. He would not waste them.
Author’s Note: This is the story that I will most likely be posting to Potions and Snitches Archive, and Fanfiction.Net. I already have around 180 plus pages done, although there are some things that I want to correct/add before I post, this is why I’m only posting it here for the time being. It is by no means complete, and I was waiting until I had at least half of it, but it’s going to be a really looong story. I’ve only got so far as September first before the Feast done, and it’s already so long.
This chapter is basically a Prologue, and has no dialogs.
Things did not go all that well for Harry after the war. He tried to go back with Ginny, but it did not work out as he expected. She loved the idea of ‘the-boy-who-lived’, not plain old Harry. She expected him to behave like a hero all the time, parade himself everywhere, and demand to receive special treatment. That was not who he was, he hated his fame and to be treated differently because of it. He thought she understood that he simply wanted a quiet life away from the public scrutiny. But Ginny did not. She demanded too much that they be seen in public as well as expensive gifts. At one point the only Weasley girl had tried to bully the goblins into giving her access to Harry’s vaults. They did not of course, she was not Missus Potter. It was then that she began pressuring him to marry her, but the young wizard was not ready to marry her. Especially not with the way she was behaving.
The break up was messy, and created a wedge between Harry, Molly, and Ron. The other members of the Weasley family knew Ginevra rather well. They were aware of how obsessed their youngest member was with the-boy-who-lived. They all suspected Ginny did not love Harry, but an image of him that she created in her mind. The youngest Weasley had stubbornly decided that she would be Missus Potter, and there was no way to dissuade her. She even resorted to lies that of course Molly believed because she was her daughter.
Things were so bad that Molly resorted to the Wizengamot to get the young Gryffindor to marry her daughter, arguing he had taken her virtue when she was under age. Harry had not touched her THAT way yet, and he won. It was then that the Weasley learned who Ginevra really was.
Harry tried his hand at being an Auror. He took the training, graduated, and started working at it. The job was not what he expected it would be. He did not like enforcing unjust and biased laws, nor did he like having to fight Dark Wizards for a living. He had enough of that in his young life to want to keep doing it for the rest of his time on Earth.
After several months as an Auror Harry realized it was not what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. He had not really known there were any other options, no one told him, as McGonagall should have during his orientation in fifth year. They all expected him to know all about the Wizarding World, like a wizard born that had lived all his life in that world. But he was not, he was raised by magic hating muggles and knew even less that many muggle borns.
He had been living up to everyone’s expectations, and in his father’s shadow. Harry decided to take his life in his own hands, and he quit Magical Law Enforcement. But even that was a chore. They had great expectations of him being the new Ministry of Magic’s poster boy; and while Kingsley was doing a rather good job, things had not changed all that much from the way they were for Harry to feel comfortable enough to endorse them. It took Kingsley’s direct acceptance of his resignation letter for him to finally be free of the Ministry’s clutches.
At a loss of what to do with his life Harry decided to travel the world, and see what else there was for him. He was nineteen when he set off with a magical tent, a more modern magical motorcycle, a wallet connected to his vault, and all his worldly possessions in a shrunken trunk stored in his jeans pocket. Later he bought a backpack made of mokeskin. It had the same properties as the pouch Hagrid gave him for his seventeenth birthday, plus a few handy enchantments.
He left Krearcher in charge of Grimmauld Place, and hired Winky to help him. Together they were to rebuild the old dark house and make it liveable again for when he came back; although Harry had no clue when that would be. The young wizard travelled around England, Scotland, and Ireland first, like any muggle back pack tourist would do. He refrained from using much magic while in Great Britain as many people were reluctant to give him the space he needed and tried to find him.
During his travels Harry began learning about himself, and he started the slow process of healing the traumas Dumbledore had nurtured in his psyche, for the Greater Good of course. He had been raised like a pig for the slaughter, and once his purpose was served and he managed to survive, Harry needed to ‘unlearn’ many things and behaviours that were really never in his nature, but that the old coot foisted on him.
While travelling Great Britain as a muggle the young wizard discovered music. The Dursleys were not musically inclined with the exception of Dudley, so he had little exposure to it even when most children had. He loved it, and decided to learn to play the piano, and the guitar. It had been no trouble to add a piano to his magical tent when he bought one. Playing an instrument was not easy at first, but Harry realized he was not bad at all, and it relaxed him. He could spend hours playing, and as people said practice made perfect. He assisted many concerts of several styles of music most of which he liked, and he added the saxophone to the list of instruments he learned.
Harry toured Europe afterwards, and spent a summer enjoying the Mediterranean beaches and the sights. At the end of the summer he moved East ward, but he avoided the Middle East due to the political situation in the area. The young wizard had enough of wars and Dark Lords to last him a life time, and his name was rather well known even there. He spent six years in the Far East. Beginning with a year touring Thailand, and China, then he crossed to Japan. Harry liked the culture, and the food, so he made his residence in Okinawa Japan. There he found a Master -a Sensei- who took him in and taught him not only Martial Arts, but magic as well. Under Sensei Matsui’s guidance Harry Potter became a Potions Master.
The young wizard did have the talent for potions. He inherited it from his mother, but Snape had endeavoured to make him hate the subject, and for a while Harry had, associating it with the snarky and hateful wizard. But the Potions Professor had known Harry did not completely lack talent, and neither was he the idiot he claimed the boy was. He had been conflicted about seeing the good qualities of both James Potter and Lily Evans in Harry. That was not something Severus Snape wanted to do, so he tried his best to ignore it and compare the young Gryffindor’s behaviour to the worst his father could be.
In the end Snape did acknowledge Harry’s potential and somehow gave the boy most of his knowledge, and not just in potions. It had been Snape’s dying gift, a hope that with his knowledge Lily’s boy would manage to survive against all odds. To the young wizard it was such a precious gift. Through the memories he had seen, Harry knew the Potions Master had been as much of a bookworm as Hermione was. Learning had been one of the few joys the lonely wizard had left during his life. Harry did not feel he deserved the gift; and the knowledge was not the only thing he got from Snape. He received all the Potion Master’s memories.
Harry did not know how that had been possible in the short time that passed from the moment Snape asked him to look at him, and the man’s death. How he did it had not been amongst the knowledge he transferred; and the young wizard was sure that had to be the only time it was possible for those memories and the knowledge to be implanted in his mind.
The young wizard discovered he knew more than he was supposed to when he began ‘remembering’ spells, or things about places that he did not recall learning. The memories he discovered through his dreams, and originally he had no way to control them. It was only after he learned to meditate in India that he got a semblance of control over them.
It was in Japan under the supervision of his Sensei that Harry had worked into assimilating the knowledge so it would be readily available to him. Sensei Matsui helped the young English wizard to put into practice all Snape had known about the Mind Arts, and that not only included Legilimency and Occlumency. The Professor had a memory that was practically photographic, and it was due to how he had learned to organize it. Once he had compartmentalized his memories searching for one was easy. This also helped him read books faster and retain all that he learned. It did not mean that he understood all, but Severus Snape was an incredibly intelligent man on top of that. Harry got to know Snape like no one had, better than Snape knew himself, he ventured to admit.
The Potions Master believed himself cruel and evil. He was not. He was just jaded. He lived a hard life. His heart and positive emotions had hardened, but they were there, hidden, and apparently safe from anyone wanting to hurt Snape through them. He was protecting himself. Snape was quite capable of love, and of caring; he did for his Slytherin. They were in a way the children he would never father.
Snape was not a demonstrative man simply because he really did not know how; there had been precious little love and caring in his life. His mother, who did love him, had simply retreated into her mind unable to cope with the life she chose for herself and her child. She let Severus grow up alone. Harry’s mother had been able to teach him a bit about love and caring, but she too had abandoned him. Still, there was good in Snape’s heart even if he was not nice, did not know how to be nice.
The young wizard ended admiring and respecting his ex-professor. That was actually the main reason he became a Potions Master, to honour Severus Snape and the vast knowledge he transferred. The incredible gift he gave one idiotic child, even when the Professor was not sure Harry would live. Dumbledore’s plans were clear that he had to die, but Snape had faith that Lily’s child would survive. His life, his sacrifice, would serve as additional protection. He had known Harry had been in the Shack. He had been able to sense him ever since he made that oath to Dumbledore. Severus would not let the last piece of Lily left in the world be destroyed, Petunia and her offspring did not count and never had for him.
After five years and a Masters in Potions Harry went on with his travels; he did not feel the need to settle down yet. So he explored Polynesia, New Zeeland, and Australia. From Australia he travelled via boat to America. He worked as the ship’s cook. He explored Canada, Alaska, and the rest of the USA where he stayed for a while. The country was vast, and there was much to see and learn.
The USA had a very large magical community, comprised of immigrants from all over the world as well as the native people. The furore of the-boy-who-lived-and-defeated-Voldemort-twice’s disappearance had died out, so he felt safe going everywhere with the reassurance that he would not be recognized immediately. Harry had changed from the teenager he had been, and grown both his hair and his beard. The scar was no longer cursed and had faded enough that he could use Scar Removing Salves to get rid of it.
From the USA he went south, to Mexico, and that was when things changed for Harry. He had been in Tajin, an old Olmeca settlement and ceremonial centre. Like the other tourists he was exploring the site poking here and there, and admiring the ingenuity of the structure builders, when he discovered a Warded area. There had obviously been magical people when the city was inhabited. After his travels and the knowledge gained he could feel the Wards were powerful as well as very old. They also gave him the creeps.
Harry was curious, but he decided he would rather not get into any trouble. He was no longer the impulsive little Gryffindor he had been as a teenager. Still, he got in trouble anyway. It really should have been his middle name and not James. As he turned to walk away he slipped on a loose rock and fell backwards into the protection. The moment Harry crossed the Ward he saw a bright white light that blinded him, and seconds later his whole life passed before his eyes. He knew he was about to die, and did not fight it. Harry had died before, and he did not fear it.