Nunc ad Mortem

End in death Now!

The battle had been won. Harry looked over the fields surrounding his one true home. Blood, scorch marks, bodies lay dead on what was and would be again the grounds of magical children. His heart bled at the devastation, not only on the grounds of his beloved school, but his own life. All he loved was lost in the battle. Ron his brother in all but blood fell to a killing curse by Dolohov. Hermione beheaded by Bellatrix Le Strange. Ginny thrown from her broom while dropping bombs on the giants. So many more died all because of one crazed megalomaniac. TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

The weeks following the victory were hollow for Harry, the world around him celebrated, called him the hero of Hogwarts. Harry did not feel it all. He felt he failed. No happiness was left to him, He had hold up in Grimauld Place, with memories of happier days.

Kreacher the old House elf, had come to love and respect his new master. As the old elf watched Harry fall deeper and deeper into despair, He knew he must do something. The old elf Called upon the elder elves for help.

The elder elves had not interacted with the outside world in centuries. They were in the undying lands, and did not bother with mortals.

Kreacher convinced them to reset his master's life. He would awake the next morning, on the day before his eleventh birthday with all his knowledge and abilities.

Kreacher would follow him to help, no one would hurt his master again.