At the age of 327 Harry James Potter had nothing to live for. He defeated Voldemort 300 years ago but too many people had died, too many people had their lives taken from them at the hand of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. He stood in his office in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Headmasters office. "I have nothing to live for Fawkes," he said to his feathered phoenix friend. Fawkes gave a sad trill after realising what his Harry was about to do. Harry Potter the most powerful wizard of all, rumoured to be twice as powerful as Merlin himself, was about to end it and, as Albus once said, move on to the next great adventure. "It must be done my friend, goodbye…" Harry slowly drew the elder wand and pointed it at his head, "Reducto" he whispered.

Harry woke with a start. 'Where am I?' he thought. After his eyes adjusted to the darkness he realised where he was. He was in his dark, dusty cupboard. 'How...?' he thought, 'How did I get back here? I'm supposed to be dead.' Before he could think anymore he heard a hard knock at the door, "Get up, boy! I want my breakfast." 'Vernon' Harry thought. Vernon Dursley had died a few years after the Battle of Hogwarts. He felt strangely relived hearing his Uncle shouting at him once more. "Coming Uncle Vernon!" Harry shouted back.

It felt weird being back in the kitchen at #4, it felt even weirder cooking. He hadn't cooked since he became Headmaster at Hogwarts 200 years ago. The house elves did all the cooking. Harry smiled at the memory of Hermione talking about S.P.E.W. How he missed her, after being with her for most of his life Harry never admitted his feelings for her, he regretted that more than he regretted letting Snape kill Albus. He was taken from his thoughts when Petunia shouted at him, telling him he was about to burn the bacon he was cooking. He looked down, seeing she was right he quickly plated it up and served it with the eggs he made. "Here you go Vernon, Dudley, Petunia" he said as he handed them their plates.

While he walked past Vernon he glanced at the date on his Uncle's newspaper, July 27th 1991. Only a few more days until he got his letter, he smiled to himself, he wouldn't make the mistake of showing it to Vernon this time around.

The next four days felt like four months to Harry. When July 31st finally came around he was squirming with excitement, he would finally get his Hogwarts letter, and although it had only been four days, he couldn't wait to return to his home. That morning Harry made breakfast as usual, but this time when Vernon told Harry to get the mail, he jumped up before his uncle could finish his sentence. He rushed to the hallway where the mail was, when he saw the bottom of his letter peaking out from below the pile of mail he snatched it with speed that was only possible because of years of playing Quiditch. Before he went to the kitchen to give Vernon his mail, Harry went to his cupboard and hid his letter. He gave his uncle his mail and sprinted back to his cupboard. He read over the letter, knowing exactly what it would say but read it anyway.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress

After he read it he realised he needed an owl, fast. He went back to his cupboard and wrote a reply with paper and a pen, which felt very strange after using a quill for 300 plus years.

Dear Mr. Dumbledore,

I will gladly accept your invitation to your wonderful school, it would be an honour and a privilege.

Yours sincerely,

Harry James Potter.

He put the letter in his pocket and waited for his garden duties. When in the garden he let out a low whistle, as soon as he did a tawny owl swooped down to him and held out her leg. "Deliver this to Dumbeldore please" he said as he tied the letter to the owl's leg.

The next day he stayed in his cupboard while his Aunt shouted at him to make breakfast, causing them to keep him locked in there for the day. 'Perfect' he thought 'now I can get some shopping done.' He apparated to Diagon Alley knowing he would be safe from Underage Restrictions because apparition was considered too advanced for children, so there was no detection for it made. He slowly walked to Gringots and grinned from ear to ear when he saw Griphook. He walked up to Griphook with that same grin and said "Hello Griphook, I'd like to access my mother's vault." The goblin looked shocked, in the entire time he worked at Gringots no wizard ever referred to a goblin by name. Quickly hiding his shock he asked "And who might you be, young one?" "Harry James Potter" Harry said back.

After a quick test to determine he was really Harry Potter he was taken to his mother's vault, something he learned about when he was 39 after the goblins asked why he never visited it. It was filled with family heirlooms, galleons, books and ancient scrolls. He grabbed a few hundred galleons and a ring with his family crest and was taken back to the main lobby of Gringots and left, hoping to get his school shopping done.

He decided to go to Eyelops Owl Emporium. The second he walked in his snowy feathered friend came swooping down onto his shoulder. "You can have her," the shopkeeper said, "No one else wants her." "How much for the owl and everything I need to take care of him?" "That'll be 5 galleons and 2 knuts." Harry handed over the money and left the shop with Hedwig on his shoulder. 'Next stop Madam Malkins' he thought.

"Hello, my dear!" was the first thing he heard once he walked in the door. "Hello Madam Malkin" he replied, "I'm here for my Hogwarts robes." "Wonderful, my dear come over to me so I can get your measurements." While he was walking over he left Hedwig in a small day care of sorts, for your pets. Harry walked out of Madam Malkin's an hour later with top of the line robes.

It took him three more hours to buy the rest of his things, other than his wand of course. He walked into Ollivanders and instantly felt some kind of detection ward wash over him. 'So that's how he knows who everyone is,' thought Harry. After about 30 tries he finally got his wand, his 11" holly wood, phoenix feather core wand. It felt so powerful in his hand, it was amazing. He had almost forgotten what a wand felt like in his hand, when he was 135 his wand broke while duelling. He used wandless magic since, other than when he 'killed himself' when he did that he used the elder wand.

He apparated back to #4 with a slight pop. He immediately heard his uncle shouting, things like "IF THAT BOY ISN'T BACK HERE IN 2 MINUTES!" and "I'LL KILL THAT BOY NEXT TIME I SEE HIM!" 'Oh no' he thought 'I'm screwed.'

The next month felt like years to Harry. The waiting was the worst. The morning of September 1st Harry packed all his things and apparated to platform 9 3/4, in his school robes of course. He was extremely early seeing as it was 9:30 and the train left at 11:00. He sat down in the compartment at the end of the train and practiced some magic.