Synopsis: A Harry Potter fanfiction. This story came from a challenge where Harry dies and is given one last chance to fix his life and fulfill his destiny.
Chapter 1 June 15 1995 #4 Privet Drive is the most normal house in the middle of the most normal neighborhood in Surrey. If you look inside you will find the most normal stuff in existence as if the owners sought out the appliances and decorations striving for normality. The only strange thing about the house visible to outsiders was the door to the smallest bedroom upstairs. The door was thick and heavy with multiple locks and bolts on the outside, with a cat-flap at the bottom. The reason for the door lay upon the rickety bed staring blankly at the ceiling. His name is Harry Potter. Harry lay unmoving upon his bed gazing blankly upon his ceiling; his eyes were red and puffy from weeping almost constantly from remembering his godfather falling through the veil in the bowels of the Chamber of Mysteries.