A/N: This is my first multi-chaptered story and I just wanted to address some aspects of the story that people might take issue with. First, in all tales there are two basic categories of heroes, the average guy who uses his resources and morals to try and change the world for the better, very much like batman. Then there is the second type of hero who is well above average in terms of his powers and uses his powers to try and improve the world while simultaneously combating corruption. This hero is more like superman. Both heroes are worthy of the title but my version of Harry will be more like the latter, with vast powers and a deep insight. Another issue readers might have is the time-travel that has become very clichéd in the Harry Potter fan fictions but I think that beyond the fact that there is time-travel involved the manner in which it is carried out makes up for the commonplace beginning and physical impossibility of the actual time-travel. I would also like to apologize for any characters that you might feel are out of character, I will do the best I can to keep them as close to cannon as possible.

As of right now I do not have a BETA so if anyone would like the responsibility feel free to contact me and for now I apologize for any errors in spelling and grammar.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor am I responsible for many of the deeper ideas and wise insights for I borrowed them from those far wiser than myself and while for most I cannot provide the source, for those I can, I will.

Harry Potter and the Mentors Mentor

Chapter 1

The End and the Very Beginning

He had finally done it. It took fifty years and a good many casualties but Harry Potter had finally defeated Voldemort. It was fairly anticlimactic really. After years of searching for and destroying all of Voldemort's horcruxes, for Voldemort created many more after he realized that he'd been found out.

It turns out that there is a maximum number of pieces that one can break their soul into before the pieces become so small they are no longer effective. Voldemort's total number of soul pieces had ended up at about 50, after a while Harry had lost count.

With Voldemort's soul finally broken down to such a tiny amount and his followers mostly killed, Harry had had little trouble just firing off an Avada Kedavra while Voldemort slept.

Again, rather anticlimactic.

The day after the deed was done, Harry found himself incredibly alone. All of his friends, and mentors and most of his acquaintances had been killed in the long war. At sixty-one years old, Harry had experienced much of what life had to offer and long for peace that he knew he could not gain for managing a massive rebuilding of a continent's secret world.

He had been researching a spell that could give him a one way ticket to a place where he could relax but still be useful to the world in some way.

As he readied himself to perform the spell that would send him away from this place forever, he took a last look around at the empty space that was once Hogsmeade and into the distance at the ruins of a once great castle, he knew why this had to be done and silently said goodbye to anything that was left of his life and slowly pronounced:

Domus mortuus

Novus vita

Placidus sedo cubitus

Capio ego illic

A bright orange light quickly engulfed Harry and with a deafening bang the area was once again deserted.

Slowly, Harry woke up, it felt like he had been asleep for days and his head hurt like hell. He groaned as he opened his eyes and was shocked to find himself in the hospital wing of Hogwarts.

As he tried to sit up a short, squat woman came bustling into the room.

"Oh good dear, you're awake."

"Yes, where am-" His voice was hoarse from disuse. Aside from the few spells he had used in the few days he hadn't spoken to anyone in months.

"Oh, dear, let me get you something for you throat. You've been asleep for a few days and you must be hungry also. I'll get see that you get some food. The headmaster also has some questions about who you are and how you got here as know one around seems to know you so once you feel well enough, I'll show you too him."

"Of course madam, but would you mind terribly if I asked you a rather odd question?"

"Where am I and what year is this?"

"Why, you are at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and it is the year 1853."