Chapter 1

After the war, he had helped rebuild Hogwarts after the damage it had sustained during the Final Battle. He eventually made up with Gringotts after putting it off for as long as possible. The goblins were upset until he had given them Gryffindors sword, he had ended up giving his entire trust vault as reparations, but was barely a fraction of the wealth he had in the now combined Potter and Black and Peverell vaults. The Peverell vault had shocked the goblins because that vault had been locked for centuries. He had claimed the Potter, Black and Peverell lordships, which he didn't know existed until the goblins asked about it. They were extremely upset about it because, supposedly his magical guardian should have informed him of his duties as a lord.

His magical guardian turned out to be Albus Dumbledore, the same bloody wanker who had groomed him to commit suicide for the war. He didn't know what to think. The goblins convinced him to take a inheritance test as well. The results were staggering. Dumbledore had blocked his magic, brain capacity and his parseltongue, but that block had broke partially. They also found evidence of many powerful compulsion charms and found that his appearance was glamoured.

The goblins were aghast and offered to break the blocks, compulsions and glamour. He had taken the offer and the results were astounding to him.

He looked like a mix between him mother and him father instead of just being a clone of his father. His emerald green eyes were still a distinguishable feature, but they had lost their circular shape and were now more almond. They also seemed to glow with power and wildness. His nose was smaller, more delicate, and his lips seemed to have filled out. His cheekbones were more pronounced and his jawline lost some of its edge. His skin was fairer and smoother instead of the bronzed looked that he had gained from working in Dursleys gardens. Instead of the famous Potter wild mane, his hair, black with some dark red highlights, fell to his shoulders in waves, still wavy, but not unmanageable. He unfortunately did not gain any height though. I look slightly feminine, he had thought idly. This also fixed his eyesight so he could see without his glasses.

He had no idea why Dumbledore would want to change his appearance but he refused to speak with his portrait. He had decided to wear a glamour and fake glasses to hide the changes from everyone, including his friends, he found proof that they were in on the plot with Dumbledore. It was kind of obvious after a while, the whispers secret he overheard when they thought he wasn't listening. The traces of love potion found on a couple of the cups he had drank from, thankfully now ineffective due to his lordship rings. So, he slowly started to push them away.

He learned his duties as a lord and learn all of the proper pureblood edicate. No wonder purebloods were so disgusted of me, he thought, I've been disregarding their traditions since I came into the wizarding world. He apologized to Draco Malfoy for the first year hand shake, he had basically said he didn't deserve an respect by not shaking his hand. He learned what a wizard's duel was, and was furious at Ron for accepting for him in first year. If you lost a wizard's duel you were to disgraced and had to surrender your wand to your opponent.

He had become an auror for a year after the war and spent that year rounding up all the Death Eaters that had gotten away. After that, he had quit, and quite literally, everyone blew their tops. Ron was upset because Harry had been his auror partner. Isn't this what you wanted? What we wanted? He had asked. No, he had thought, I had wanted to become a teacher, but everyone expected me to become an auror so I went along with it. Hermione was upset because he argued against her, she believed that she had the right to control his every action because she was his friend.

He had been pushed into restarted a relationship with Ginny by all of his friends, because they were just made for each other. Harry snorted, she obsessed with him and he broke up with her after the war. He had felt too different to care for and immature fan girl that stooped to the level of love potions to get want she wanted. After awhile of running away from women, he starting realize that he had found the male body far more appealing that a female one, and confronted the fact that he was gay. The Wizarding World had nothing against gayness, considering that it was possible for males to become pregnant naturally, but he didn't want to announce it because then guys and girl would be chasing after him.

He had bought a small house in a Wizarding village, but after the press started stalking him and camping out in front of his house, he moved back into Grimmauld Place. The Grimmauld Place fidelus had broken but he put up another one so no one would be able to find him. He did give access to Neville, Luna, Fred and George, Professor Mcgonagall, and Minister Kingsley.

He had come to terms with Sirius' death so it was a little easier to live there. Kreacher was fanatically loyal to him after he had destroyed the locket, so it was easy for him to get Kreacher to redecorate the place. It wasn't dreary and dark anymore and was more colorful and lighter. Neville had come by for tea every once and a while to take a break away from his apprenticeship under Professor Sprout. Luna came even less frequently because she was traveling, looking of some of her creatures all around the world.

With nothing more to do after he quit from the Aurors, he had explored the Potter and Black family libraries and started teaching himself more magic.

As he read, he started to understand what a slacker he was in school. He had always relied on Hermione, like Ron did because he believed that they wouldn't want to be their friend if he outshined them. Under no such restrictions now, he dove into read with passion that Hermione would have been impressed by.

He learned to perfect his Transfiguration, Charms and Potions knowledge to the point beyond a masters. He could perform almost everything nonverbally. He studied magical theories to start to understand everything better. Herbology had never interested him much but he studied it for the sake of his potions.

DADA, he had perfected the magic to the point where no one alive would be able to best him.

Arithmancy had been horrible to learn on is own but he had gotten to level just before the math became too hard for him to understand.

Ancient Runes he took to like a duck to water. He could rattle off runic alphabets with ease and could apply them just as easy.

Astronomy he had learned in honor of his beloved godfather's memory, learning the importance, names and constellations as a contribution to the Black family.

History of Magic was actually interesting when Binns wasn't droning on about it in a classroom. He found Wizarding history was actually really interesting once you started to read it. He was not at a masters level but he understood more of it then any other Hogwarts student in the past 20 years or so.

Care of Magical Creatures he studied by the book, but was interesting as well and was sure he was at a fair level of knowledge for it. He thought Hagrid would be proud of him.

He studied the basics of Alchemy but he never went further with it in fear he might actually destroying the house after and small explosion that destroyed a wall. Kreacher lectured him for hours for that.

A large part of the Black library was Dark Magic so he was reluctant to go near some of the books in fear of what they contained. But after a while curiosity wore out and he started to read them. He never went into the too gruesome stuff like Black Magic, but he did learn that Dark Magic was harder to heal so it would help him if there was other battle. Necromancy was a more raw from of magic then what people usually used today. Magic in modern day were calculated and crafted and not relying on the will as much as Necromancy did. Necromancy relied so heavily on just will and power that it was astounding.

He also found a couple of parseltongue books in both the Potter and Black libraries. How they got a hold of them and if they knew what they were, he didn't know, but he treasured them and studied them thoroughly. Parselmagic was different than normal magic because parselmagic can only be undone by another parselmouth. So as far as Harry knew, he had the ability to make wards and create spells that were unbreakable since he was the only living parseltongue. He added to the already very impressive Black wards of Grimmauld as soon as he could.

He studied Latin as a language so he could understand spells better and learned French because he was interested in some books about DADA and Ancient Runes were in French. He read it enough to get pretty fluent in it too. He had gotten proficient at wandless magic as well, not large things, but basic things that were useful. Summoning things, floating things, feather-light charms, fire and water charms, heating and cooling charms, shrinking charms. Transfiguration was harder but he could do it.

After a while he started to get bored of reading dry magical texts so he started to buy muggle textbooks and fiction, and reading them.

After he had read that much he didn't want keep all of this knowledge in brain and sit and looking through his brain with Occlumency for 15 minutes. After some thinking he decided to write journals. Through this, he discovered his love for writing, but he had never published anything.

He had become a hermit at 21 years old! How sad was that? Only venturing into the Wizarding World rarely. Kreacher was sent out for groceries so he didn't have to go. If he did go out, it was usually to muggle bookshops or, once or twice, muggle clubs to explore his sexuality. He never got into any relationships from this but it was… informative?

He didn't like one night stands because he wanted an actual partner that he loved and loved him back. He had wanted a big family of his own as soon as he knew what one was. He had had the first years following him around since he was a second year. Fred and George affectionately called him Mummy Harry sometimes. He hit them both over the head anytime they mentioned it though.

He knew this would never would happen because who he was would always interfere with relationships.

Or so he thought.

He had been curled up, reading in his favorite fluffy green armchair when it happened. He was not paying attention to his surroundings, but after a while he started the feel the build up of magic in front of him. He put down his book, flicked his wand out of his holster and started to stand up. The he hear a little giggle and voice that said "Relax, I'm not here to harm you my little champion."

Normally he would still be on his guard but his magic was practically purring in delight at hearing the voice, so he sat back down. Though he was still a little cautious.

"Who are you?" he asked to the seeming empty room. He noticed the magic in the air was still getting thicker, but not suffocating.

The magic started to form into a female shape in front of him. She was enchanting, a timeless beauty. She had a sculpted figure which looked alluring to anyone. With long midnight black hair that fell freely from her shoulders and golden eyes that seem to see straight through you. She a dainty nose with full red lips and bronzed skin. She seem elegant, and with her dress that seemed to be picture of the night sky, comets moving and stars sparkling all over it, she seemed otherworldly.

She smiled at him and said "You may call me Hecate, little champion."

He froze and got up and started to bow, recognizing her for the goddess of Magic. "Lady Hecate -" he started to say but she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He looked up at her and saw she was smiling widely. "You don't have to bow to me little one." He stood and sat down slowly, not sure if his should stay standing or not. She sat down in the armchair across from him and said "I have an offer for you, Harry Potter."

"Me?" he asked. "Why do you have an offer for me?" he asked incredulously.

"Because you deserve more than to be holed up in this house for the rest of you life, lonely and sad. You deserve to be happy after what you did for the Wizarding World, Death and me." she said simply. He looked down at his hands. He wanted to reply that he was happy, but the truth is that he wasn't. He was lonely and wished that he could find something to do in his life. But he didn't feel free enough to, he felt trapped.

He slumped and said "O-ok. What is your offer, my lady?" he asked unsurely.

"I wish to send you to a world where you can be happy and be yourself. I will not de-age you or anything but I do wish to send you back in time. You will be able to meet you parents if you go want to. But most importantly you have the possibility of living a happy life." Hecate explained.

Harry paused and thought about it before he answered back. "What would you want in return?" he asked her. He knew that thinks like this not come free.

She laughed, sounding like bells ringing, and said, "This offer is completely free, you have already paid your fee by helping the Wizarding World stay on it feet and returning Tom Marvolo Riddle's soul to Death. This present is a gift from both of us."

Harry thought about it, he was lonely, and he knew he would never be able to find love here. He wanted someone to care about him, and not just his fame. Someone his could love and cherish and would do to same back. Someone able to give him children of his own. He hated his fame so he wouldn't miss that, and his friends had all drifted apart a while ago. He wouldn't miss much.

"How different is this world from my own, my lady?" he asked. He didn't want to raise his children in the First War, in fear of being killed or enslaved to that madman.

She hummed in thought and said, "Not much, but Tom Riddle is the Minister of Magic, but he was a Ravenclaw and was never evil or a Dark Lord. Dumbledore still believes he is and tries to discredit him and declare him a Dark Lord at every chance he can, but it's not true. Tom has been making the Ministry much more effective and fair then the one here. A couple of smaller things but nothing that will matter much."

"Will I be able to bring my things with me or no?" He asked think of his library and journals. He would miss his library if he couldn't bring it with him.

She giggled and nodded. "Yes, your vaults will be combined and put in one vault at Gringotts. Your books, I can change the publish dates so nothing with seem out of place. But your house will not be able to travel with you. I will change your name and give you small house you may live in if you wish. Kreacher may come with you as well but his to answer to a new name because there is already a Kreacher there." she explained.

He nodded, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. "I will accept then. Thank you, my lady." he decided.

She beamed at him, then waved her hand at him. He fell asleep fast. His will, no matter how powerful, was nothing against a goddess.

She looked down at him smiling. "I hope you find your love, little champion." she whispered looking down at the petite man, curled up in the armchair.

And she disappeared to carry out her offer.