Talktalk = thoughts between Harry, Hermione and Ron

Talktalk = letters of spells

~talktalk~ = harry is speaking with a animal

Talk talk= conversations

{ talk talk } = parseltongue

'Talk talk'= normal thoughts

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters or anything in that universe.

Hello everyone, welcome to the rewritten version of my story The Chance to chance everything. I have gotten a lot of reviews with a lot of tips for the other story and I have decided to put them in a new rewritten story. I have made some serious changes, especially in the beginning of the story. Harry is what less powerful in this story, but he is still powerful and I have made a very serious change in the first real chapter, but that will be revealed in the next chapter. In his chapter I have made some changes, especially about some deaths and about the war. I have also changed the beginning, making it more the beginning of a story, then starting with the story immediately and rush the story. I hope you will enjoy the new story. Please give me some new reviews.

I hope you will enjoy the story.

Prologue

It was the year 2003. The country was completely torn, in mourning and in celebrating at the same time. In a small village, called Godric Hollow, there stood close by the graveyard a single house. To the muggles the house was completely fine, but when they looked closely they could see some kind of ruins standing at the exact same place, the muggles always blamed their imagination when they saw that flicker before their eyes and they left the place whispering that they were crazy. They weren't crazy, the house was simply hidden in plain sight.

The truth was that the house wasn't as good and whole as the muggles thought. More than twenty years again, this was the place where the greatest evil in the world was defeated by an one-year-old child, who lost his parents to that mad man. The wizards and witches kept the house where their saviour had saved the day as a monument. There hadn't stepped in twenty years a person into the house, but this night was different.

This night, a night so different as the day twenty years ago, but at the same time so the same, the house had a visitor. A visitor who hadn't been there in twenty years, but now had finally the courage to visit the house where he had an amazing life, it was very short, but it had been the best time of his life, a life with his parents.

A young man stood in the middle of a room, where he had slept as a child, he could still see where his mother had fallen all those years ago. Next to him there was a small fire burning, keeping the young man warm, the light creating shadows on the man's face with brilliant emerald green eyes and pitch black hair. The eyes who long ago had life in them, they had lost all the pit and life they once held, now they were dull and lifeless. The eyes of a man who went through hell and was still living in it.

He stood in front of the fire in silence, pain cursing through his heart remembering what the war had cost him, what the war had cost the world; his family, his friends... all the people he ever loved, all the people he would have happily sacrificed his own life for, but what didn't happen. He survived and he had watched all the people who he cared about got slaughtered by Lord Voldemort.

The man closed his eyes, behind his eyes the pictures of the war flashing behind his eyelids, he could never forget the war, he couldn't and he wouldn't, he needed to forget the pain and suffering, but remember all the sacrifices and friends he had lost, a fine line he was walking.

The war had lasted a lot longer than he had thought it would have been. It all changed that day in his sixth year, the day Albus Dumbledore had been killed. Voldemort changed his plans and took control of the ministry almost completely. Hogwarts was his next target, but the castle fought with all her might back. She fought back with everything she had, but in the end she could not win, she fell four months after Albus's death, not longer be able to fight the daily attacks by the Death Eaters and the dark creatures, the werewolves, the dementors. She had been weakened by the death of her Headmaster and she hadn't been able to recover from that blow.

The day Hogwarts fell, it was horrible. So many deaths, so many innocent lives lost. Almost all the members of his adoptive family, the Weasleys had been killed. The only survivors had been Ron and Ginny and that was only because the survivors from the battle had seen in that they were fighting for a lost cause and had apparated away from the battle, taking as many students and adults with them to regroup. A lot survived, but so many lost their life that day.

The battle had been brutal, the Death Eaters hadn't have any mercy that day. Almost 500 students, from the age eleven until seventeen, had been killed. Some of the professors who had stayed back to protect the students had also been killed, such as Minerva McGonagall, Filius Flitwick and Severus Snape. He had see those deaths, Minerva fell because of Voldemort himself. She had been trying to save some first year Gryffindors who had taken a hit from some rocks, but before she had been able to reach them, she was hit in the chest with a Diffindo, severing her upper body from the lower body, her eyes still full with determination until they dulled out.

Filius had been protecting his students, duelling with 10 Death Eaters at the same time. He may have been small, but he was a duelling master and he had become deadly with his wand. He had taken down many Death Eaters, but one of the students he had been trying to protect with his life, had betrayed the others and he took a hit in the back, causing him to slow down for a moment, that moment was all that the Death Eaters needed to kill the Charms professor, his face full shock one of his Ravenclaws had betrayed the light to join the Dark, the Death Eaters and Voldemort.

Severus, after Dumbledore death, had turned his back on the Dark and was cleared from the murder charge he had been facing after killing Dumbledore. He had testified he and Albus had been working with each other for a long time and it was all Albus's plan all along to have Severus kill him to get him in favour with Voldemort, but Voldemort had found out the truth and Severus escaped with his left arm cut. The Light welcomed him back, first with some suspicion, but that changed quickly after they saw the real man. At the battle Severus had been battling Voldemort and he lost his concentration for a moment when Voldemort used a first year Slytherin to stop a curse from Severus. The girl died and then Severus had been taken with Voldemort, dying a horrible death.

After Hogwarts had fallen, Voldemort went to conquer the rest of the country, he destroyed everything, everyone who tried to stop him. He took the country with violence and destroyed everything in his path. Most people had given up hope that they would ever be free again, had given hope that someone could stop him, but there were a few people who fought against the Death Eaters, against Voldemort.

The Order of the Phoenix had been disbanded after Dumbledore's death, they didn't have a leader anymore. Most of the order gave hope up with the rest of the people, but there were a few of the old gang who still fought, fought to defeat the greatest evil on the planet. Most of those people were old friends of him and he had to watch them fall one by one before Voldemort.

His power became greater and greater, but then there had a small light in the darkness, seven years after Hogwarts had fallen. They had found something they could try to finish the job and save the rest of Great-Britain. He had gone with the last of his friends to Voldemort's lair, to try to destroy him, but it hadn't worked. He had come together with Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna and Ginny, the last of his friends he had left and who hadn't left him all this time. The spell they had found, said it could destroy a man touched by Dark magic, but before he could finish the spell he had been saying, he and his friends had been overpowered and he was forced to stop the spell, making it so that the spell couldn't be used again on Voldemort, the spell could only be used once on a person.

He had been restrained and he was thrown before Voldemort's feet and he had to watch how the Death Eaters tortured his friends and eventually killed them. He had to watch how the men raped Hermione, Luna and Ginny several times, before they were released and found comfort in death by an Avada Kedavra. At the same time he had to hear the screams from Ron and Neville who were getting tortured with Crucio, and after they had been broken, tortured into insanity just like Frank and Alice Longbottom, they found relief in a painless death by an Avada Kedavra.

After that their bodies had been thrown on one big pile and he had been thrown next to it, facing Voldemort who had been smiling the whole time the screams had lasted. He had tears falling down when he had seen his last friends on one big pile, he had felt the loneliness, but that changed quickly after he saw the Death Eaters spit on his friends bodies, harming and cutting their bodies after death. He was so angry, he felt such rage. He had always hidden his true magic, never comforting with all the power he know there was deep inside of him. He had never been able to reach it completely, but now it was different. He had reached it.

The ropes who had bound him, snapped and they fell on the ground. He stood up, his eyes flowing with power and he broke loose, his magic broke loose. With one big scream he released all his magic, causing everything and everyone to be completely destroyed by his magic. He had done it, seven years after Hogwarts had fallen, he had finally completed the prophecy and he had killed Voldemort.

He had won, but he didn't feel any better. He felt only worse. There was nothing left for him only more. He had lost all his loved ones, before he had killed Voldemort. He had found the power the Dark Lord didn't have too late. Dumbledore had been right, it had been love all the time. His love for his loved ones who ultimately had released his magic and had killed Voldemort. He had found out too late, he had failed them, all his friends, the world.

He had saved the world, but there was nobody left, Nobody, everybody was dead, because he was too weak, too dumb. If he had done better in his studies, if he could let go of the things his relatives had taught him sooner, if he had studied Occulemency better, if he had just tried harder than he had done, he could have changed the outcome for the better, he could have saved hundreds if not thousands of innocents. He was tired, so tired, he had nothing left to live for.

He looked at his body, he was bare-chested and he could see the many scars he had collected over the scars. Some of his muggle life, some he could gotten in his school days and some he had received from the Death Eaters and Voldemort. He run a finger over his scars on his chest and some on his arms. He followed the lines of the word 'FREAK' in his flesh, when he looked into the mirror behind him so that he could see his back.

He wanted to end it, the pain and suffering he was experiencing and what he had experienced over the years. Nobody would miss him, there was nobody left to miss the real him, not the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Defeat-Voldemort-Again. He was tired of that title, the title he felt he could never live up, he wanted to die, just as Harry James Potter, son of James Potter and Lily Evans, godson of Sirius Black, nephew of Remus Lupin and friend of many others.

He took one last look around in the house where it all started, it was only fair it would end there also. He took his wand out of his wand holster and said the final words he thought he would say ever in his life, 'Avada Kedavra' and he knew nothing more, he fell to the ground, his magic spreading everywhere, breaking the spell who was on the house and revealing to the Muggles in the street who were walking by the last place where the hero of the war was alive.

Harry James Potter died at night, leaving behind a dark world, not knowing where he would end up, but it would be better than the world he had left behind. Better indeed, on the background there was a small girl giggling, her voice like the wind. "Don't worry Harry Potter, it will be alright in a moment"

Leaving behind a small trail of white lines, who connected every person to this one person, their Fate.

Hello everyone, if you are reading this, it means you have reached the end of the first rewritten chapter of my story. I hoped you have liked it. I am still searching for a Beta, so if someone has interest, please send it to me in a review or PM.

Have a great night and I hope you have seen the sun like I have today. If not, if you have a moment tomorrow, go outside and enjoy the sunlight. It is wonderful. Here in the Netherlands it is 22 degrees, lovely with a small breeze.

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