I have made some changes to the prologue since I felt that Harry was too much out of character. Thanks for your support. Hopefully I can get some more time to continue writing. I have some great ideas but unfortunately not enough time to write them.

English is not my first language and this is my first time writing a fanfic, so please bear with me.

Prologue

Harry could understand now what Dumbledore said about gifts. In his first year at Hogwarts Dumbledore had told Harry that people always gave him books as gift. Now receiving books and chocolates as his gifts, he could understand him somewhat. Today was Harry's fifty first birthday and he had again received books and chocolates. Like usual there was a stack of books and a mountain of chocolates in his office. He had stopped receiving mail at his home in case the letters were cursed.

Eating a chocolate frog, Harry pulled out the card to see if he had finally got the elusive Ptolemy. Alas, the card had the photo of a green eyed wizard, who was barely there for a moment before disappearing. Reading the back of the card felt slight narcissistic but he continued.

Harry Potter

Harry Potter was born on 31st July 1980. He is known for defeating Dark Lord Voldemort, first when he was one year old and finally killing him in 1997. He is known as the Boy who Lived and is the only known survivor of The Killing Curse. He is also famous for being the youngest seeker in Hogwarts and the youngest Head Auror in British Ministry. In his leadership Britain has seen the most peaceful time since the time of Great Warlock Merlin.

The card had a few things right but it had a fundamental flaw in it. It didn't show his failures. He had failed to achieve the goal he craved above all others. That was to have a family.

He had always wanted his own family. But after joining the Auror department he had taken on too many projects too soon and was now standing here in the Ministry of Magic atrium forty years after entering this magical world, a failure. The chocolate turned bitter in his mouth.

Life had moved on too bloody fast it seemed. It felt like only yesterday when he graduated Hogwarts and started working. And other than a few flings with vapid airheads he had no personal life.

And here he was now leaving the ministry of magic and hopefully he was here for the last time. He had sacrificed everything for the Ministry and now he wanted to retire. He wanted to live his life his way. Fly when he felt like it, sunbath on the beach, get drunk once in a while and have fun.

His home Grimmauld Place was same as ever other than a few changes he had made to it. One wave of his wand, and the tea started to boil. He would have received one upon coming but since Kreacher had died he had to do all his housekeeping on his own. Pouring himself a cup he sat down in his study to write the interesting things he had learned today in his diary.

He had started writing in one on the advice of Kingsley. All the new developments that he knew about were written here. The new spells and potions which were invented, the new magical theories that came about, procedure to set up new anti-muggle wards and everything that he found important in his line of work.

Today he was writing about the man that was arrested for trafficking of muggle drugs. He had been very smart and it came down to luck that he was caught. He had given orders to check apparition license of Witches and Wizards who apparated in common zones as there had been a rise in splinching cases recently, and they caught a few minors' and one Sylvester Sleek. He had the license but thinking the Aurors were there to catch him specifically he tried to make a run for it. He was held and upon searching him a significant amount of drugs was found. It was a very lucky turn for them and an unlucky one for Mr. Sleek.

He had already turned in his resignation letter and knew that tomorrow the paper would contain nothing but his life history.

Finishing his tea Harry sat there thinking on what he will do from now on. He had dinner and fell asleep never knowing that he will find more excitement in the morning than he would like.