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AUGUST 1999

                          
*FLASHBACK*
                          
*HARRYS POV*

                          
"Honestly Harry. I'm okay, Ginny and Mum are helping out today, then Ron is coming for the weekend. I've got the place handled. I'll let you know if I need help, just go and relax at home. You look like you need it" George practically pushes me out the door, I guess I can agree with him at times. I've been helping out a lot lately, it's only to occupy myself. I even offered too on my birthday, but I just want to do something. 
                          
I've helped the re build of Hogwarts over the last year since the war, but they keep telling me to relax as I'm over helping there, it's like I'm over helping everywhere. I guess I just feel guilty. If I had never come to Hogwarts, Voldemort would have never returned. He never would've tried to destroy it, put everyone is so much danger. Everyone would tell me otherwise, that I need to stop blaming myself, especially Ginny. But I can't help it, things would've been so much different if I let uncle Vernon keep me in that stinky old cupboard under the stairs. I can't help but blame myself, which is why I keep offering my aid to everybody around me. 
                          
Diagon Alley has been surprisingly busy the last few months since everything's built itself back up. I still get the looks everywhere I go, well not everyone gives me one. But I suppose I still get the occasional glare, if only looks could speak, they'd say a thousand more words. But I did get many comments after the war whenever I left the Weasleys house, mostly "you are only helping because this is your fault"
"We're in this mess because of you" "it's all your fault" "always guilty". I never got used to that, being told them stupid comments every time I left the house. 
                          
I thank Mr and Mrs Weasley for taking me in after the war, after all The Dursley's left before the war even happened, and I have no idea where they are to this day, probably far away from here. I have no other family. Me and Ginny are happy now, we're already looking at new houses to hopefully move into. I just wish Sirius met her properly, he was the only other father figure I had. 
                          
Voldemort took a lot from me, but he'll never take the memories. 
                          
As I carry on walking along the street, I approach olivanders. It's finally re open and running again, it makes me happy and relieved to see them back in business. I pierce through the window to find myself watching a little girl waving around each individual wand she's chosen to test about. She's excited, it was an exciting moment. Finding your first wand. I smile as a bright light casts around the room blinding me for a short second, and wind blown in the face. Still glowing, her smile is radiating around the room. Her mother cheers her in and gives her a tight embrace as they approach the desk to arrange getting the wand for her daughter. 
I'll never forget that moment my wand glowed like the sun, mostly because all this was new to me. My whole childhood was a lie, I never knew anything about the wizarding world. 
                          
I notice in the reflection a black figure in the distance in the crowd, they duck their head down as I look in fascination at the reflecting of the persons figure. They have obviously realised I've spotted them, so I turn around to spot them again in the crowd, but just as I do they start to walk away. So I follow. 
                          
If Ginny or one of the others was here, they would tell me to stay away.. "walk the other way Harry. It's nothing" but seen as I'm the one that 'always causes trouble' I may as well see who it is that thought it would be funny to dress in a mysterious attire. So I continue to walk faster, so does the black figure. They seem to have more of a masculine fistic, much taller than a girl usually would be. Which makes it all the more harder to figure out exactly who I'm chasing down the streets. They continue to pick up the pace and they make a quick left down an alley, I quickly catch up making my way down that busy alley way.. I have to push through far too many people to keep up with 'it' as I can't really refer to them as a 'he' or 'she' or whatever it may be. Sliding through the crowd to keep my eyes in the figure is hard, almost impossible because they are fast pace. They must do their fair share of exercise. 
Finally through the long alley way I am met by two long but wide passages, one quite crowded and one on my left with nobody around. Until I spot that mysterious black figure again lurking around the corner, leaning to see if it can see me. But now I've spotted them, I creep towards them, hiding behind other people making my way closer. If they see me now, they'll have a better chance of being able to run away.