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Somehow, he couldn't exactly remember what drove him to do it. Harry had made a terrible, horrible, stupid mistake. With him being famous for his courage, good heart, and his ability to be compassionate towards all beings, how could it have come to this?

He was known all over the magical world for being the most courageous wizard of all time. People and creatures alike wanted to thank him and honour him and Harry, who had never disappointed or turned anyone down, wouldn't even deny them this.

Harry was a humble man; he modestly received the gratitude from the magical folks but never wanted to stand in the spotlight. He would turn up to special events, made in his honour and gratefully thank the people who applauded him. He would kiss the new born babies and shake every extended hand.

But in the end even the most patient person would have had enough. It happened on a stupid and terrible day, the great Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, lost his control. It just so unfortunately occurred that he directed his anger towards a particular innocent bystander. Many years in the future, it would be known to have been a very stupid decision.

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After Voldemort's defeat, Harry had experienced great personal success in his life; he felt freer than ever before. He didn't have a murderer hunting after him, he didn't have Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix, The Ministry, and his relatives telling him what to do, where to go, or not to be. Without the constant stress Voldemort had provided, Harry had new energy, both physically and mentally, to study, sleep, eat, and live.

"Harry Potter, you have, after your breakup with Ginny Weasley, been named the most desired bachelor in the wizard community of Britain. But how are you coping with being replaced at Ginny Weasley's arm with a taller, more masculine man? Do you feel a blow to your male pride or do your money, fame, and fans make up for the loss?"

The press was the only enemy he had left. The Daily Prophet had even throughout his time at Hogwarts tried to make his life a living hell. The journalists' comments were biting, harsh, and downright full of spite; they wanted a reaction, something to pin on him, a flaw. It was tough but that was life, the wizarding population wanted to know all about their saviour and the media picked up on that.

All Harry wanted was a peaceful life and he didn't like discussing his private matters so the media had difficulties delivering information on demand, it was only natural that they grew aggressive.

Harry had often been questioned on his masculinity and his sexuality when presented to the press, because of his lithe body. In his earlier years at Hogwarts this hadn't been a problem. He had always believed he would grow taller and broader like his father but as the years moved on and he came into adulthood, it would appear that it was not meant to be.

He was small and thin some would even say that the perfect way to describe him was petite and pretty. Seeing the guys from his Hogwarts years grow into adulthood, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Ron, hell even Malfoy could be seen as great specimens of the ideal man while he just looked like a bloody girl! As a principle, he kept his hair short he wouldn't have anyone mistaking him for a girl.

Whether he looked like a girl or not, women still wanted him for his money and fame so did the men but for the men there was a bonus in catching him. The thought of dominating Harry Potter in bed was beyond appealing and the idea of conquering the powerful wizard's lithe body was an erotic thought.

Harry didn't even try searching for love outside his friends and acquaintances from Hogwarts. Since the beginning of his horcrux hunt he had loved Ginny and after the final battle he still loved Ginny. Though, as their relationship progressed it became obvious for Harry, fairly quickly, that his feelings didn't go beyond friendship. For a while he pretended that everything was okay but Ginny had never been stupid and was known by the professors of Hogwarts for being a bright, talented witch so she wasn't fooled for long.

Ginny chose to keep up appearance as Harry's sweetheart for Harry's sake and in the hope that his feelings for her would be ignited. Their pretend relationship had dulled the rumours of Harry being a homosexual but his feelings for Ginny never ignited and the relationship fell apart after five years.

After the breakup the reporters were back with a taste for blood and questions sprang anew.

"Mr. Potter, do you think you are to blame for the ruined relationship between yourself and Ginevra because you weren't man enough for the job?"

"Are you traumatized after the war with feelings of being hunted, would it not be easier admitting your need for another man's protection?"

As one could imagine, Harry soon became tired and irritated by these annoying, silly questions to the point where he didn't even bother denying their accusations.

And so on a day in his 24th year of life, he made a mistake that would change his destiny.

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Harry could scarcely recall what happened that night. He remembered that he was invited to the annual party to celebrate the victory of the war. He had received his invitation by owl a month before the party was to take place. As was tradition, every magical being was invited to take part in the celebration of Voldemort's demise.

The clean smell in the air was a scent he was rather familiar with and the first indicator that he was in the hospital. Blinking and trying to open his eyes, Harry felt the tiny bits of sand stick to his eyelashes. Blinking some more, he finally saw the well-lit, white hospital room. Hermione's worried face came into view and he opened his mouth, ready to ask what had happened and why he was here when Hermione beat him to it.

"Harry, are you alright? We were all so worried when you went out cold, how do feel?" Hermione didn't even wait for a replay before she hugged the life out of him and concernedly stroked his forehead.

Being unable to move his face or do much in his sitting position while Hermione continue to hug him, Harry turned his questioning eyes towards Ron.

"Don't you remember what happened, mate?"

At the party, he could recall standing in the ballroom trying to avoid being cornered by Rita Skeeter, but he was unsuccessful. He couldn't for the life of him remember what was said between them but suddenly… "I remember now, the dwarf."

Trying to sit up straight, he pried Hermione of off him. "What happened to him?" he asked.

"Don't worry, Harry, the aurors took him into custody for attacking you," Hermione elaborated.

'Really, attacking me?' All Harry could remember was the dwarf angrily throwing sand in his face. While the sand hurt and prickled like tiny needles and the taste of sand in his mouth was awful, it wasn't the worst or most dangerous of attacks. He went out cold after a few seconds, but he hardly felt a thing.

"No, it wasn't his fault, I insulted him and his race. I would have attacked me to for the things I said. I have to sort this mess out before everything blows out of proportion," Harry explained while he was trying to free himself from the bedding.

"Harry, you have to relax. You can't just run off yet," Hermione said as Ron laid a big, calming hand on his shoulder.

"Relax, mate, while the healers haven't found anything wrong with you they aren't completely sure as to why you fainted. They don't want to release you until they know that you are out of danger of a lasting spell or curse."

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Harry spent three days in St. Mungo's before he was release by the healers who still couldn't find anything wrong with him. He spent his days in bed trying to contact the dwarf he insulted so that he could apologize and clarify that he had nothing against dwarves and that his words of slight were spoken in anger. His invitations to talk were turned away but he ensured that the dwarf was released from the auror's custody and cleared of all charges.

His time in the hospital was pleasant and he enjoyed talking with the many different healers who came to check on him. The healers at St. Mungo's wanted to be absolutely sure that there was nothing wrong with their hero so Harry was checked for all sorts of things and he couldn't help but become interested in the field of healing.

After his release from the hospital, Harry pursued the art of healing and through the years became a very accomplished healer.

Harry's life went back to normal. He lived with Kreacher at Grimmauld Place and worked at St. Mungo's as the heard healer. He attended Hermione and Ron's wedding and become the godfather to their many kids. He stood at Teddy's side when he first boarded the train to Hogwarts.

Over the years he and Malfoy came to settle their differences and he supported Ginny and her team "The Holyhead Harpies" at every quidditch match.

When Harry died, he was surrounded by those he considered family and he was happy.

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Somehow, Harry had always ended up being the person the universe made a joke of. He had lived most of his grown life without an incident and he almost believed that he wasn't that unfortunate anymore. Ha, what a joke and a really funny one. Of course his curse of being a trouble magnet wouldn't dissolve.

How else could he explain his current situation?

Here he was in the body of a dwarf.