"What? How?"
Harry looked around in nostalgia as he sat down in his familiar spot. He was in an old clearing he had found when he was younger in the forest off of the neighborhoods playground. It had been pretty and peaceful until the city had decided to mow it all down for more houses to be built. He still remembered the terrible destruction the diggers and plowers wrought, animals scurrying away in fear, others killed in their sleep, and all their habitats destroyed. Harry had sheltered a few baby foxes and squirrels until they were old enough to defend themselves and hunt, but he hadn't been able to save any other animals.
Surveying the rest of the area, Harry delighted in all of the wildlife, as he could see small animals poking their heads out to look at him every now and then. His eyes caught one that seemed to be avoided by the rest though. It was a small snake, scarred and misshapen, and Harry knew it wouldn't last long. Getting up from his spot, Harry walked over to the snake, though he chose to stand a couple lengths away from it, unsure if it would attack. Injured animals were like cornered animals, and cornered animals were unpredictable. They would do anything to survive.
The snake hissed at him, garbled words, but Harry understood now why it was so wretched looking.
"So this was what was lying in my head all this time, huh? Leeching off my life and magic to survive."
Harry sat down beside the horcrux, staring sadly as it struggled to coil up, hissing gibberish at him the whole while.
"Oh Tom, you could have been great, but your fear of death overwhelmed you. 'A power the Dark Lord knows not.' It wasn't love like Dumbledore said, was it? It was an acceptance of death, and all that it stood for."
Turning to look at all the other wildlife, Harry laid down on his back, staring up at the stars in the dimming night sky. He didn't know when the sun had gone down, but the sight was beautiful.
"There might be some actual fact to the Tale of the Three Brothers. The one that chose to accept Death like an old friend lived the longest and the fullest life."
Turning to look at the snake again, it seemed to have given up on intimidating him, as all it did was stare.
"I wonder how many people were sent to Death early because you didn't want to meet him yourself."
A sudden shift took over the air, as the breeze that had been lightly blowing through the trees now condensed into a howling wind. The fading light in the sky was blacked out like an ink spill, and Harry felt a chill permeate his spine.
"Too many."
Animals of all different types slowly started to walk out of the forest, all housing different types of injuries, but for some, none at all. Harry stood up in horror as more and more animals came into the widening clearing, the kill count falling into tens, then hundreds, and then thousands.
By the time all the animals had come forward, Harry couldn't see the end of them. They all stood impossibly still, staring at him with dull eyes, and Harry felt a deep clenching in his gut fuel his shock.
Anger bubbled in his throat as he realized just how terrible Voldemort has been. He hadn't been a man capable of being saved. He had lost the title a long time ago. He was a monster, and they could never be saved.
Harry woke with a gasp, grasping his sleeping bag in fear. Every now and then, he'd be haunted by what happened that day, so many weeks ago. To have pitied such a monster disgusted Harry, but he knew he'd do it again if given the chance. All monsters were made from men, and if you could reach the man, then you could stop the monster.

-

"Help! Please, someone!"
Harry grit his teeth as he slung a thick rope over the edge of a cliff face and into the ravine. A man lay at the bottom of it, unable to get up due to the thick sheets of ice covering both sides.
"I'm here to help! Can you tie your end around your waist? I'll hoist you up!"
A sob of joy could be faintly heard as Harry felt light tugs on the thick rope. "Ready?"
"Yes!"
"Okay..."
Taking a deep breath and pouring a little extra magic into his limbs, Harry stuck his feet into the snow and pulled his end of the rope hard, creating a type of hoisting system with the edge of the cliff.
It was slow and hard work, even with Harry's magical boost. Of course, it could have been easier, but using pure magic to rescue a muggle would have raised too many questions to answer, as well as breaking the Statute of Secrecy.
Thirty minutes later, the rescue was finally over as, with a grunt, Harry pulled the last few yards of rope towards himself. He held his end of the rope tightly as the bedraggled man attached to the other end tried to get a grip on the edge of the dreadful cliff, before managing to pull himself up the last few feet to safety.
Harry watched in worry as the man stumbled a few more feet from the ledge, before falling to the ground in exhausted relief. The wizard quietly approached as the man cried, frozen tears sticking to his exhausted face.

-

Walking down a neighborhood street, Harry smiled at all the families outside in their yards. It was a beautiful day during summer, and a lot of the neighbors were relaxing or inviting friends over for cookouts.
Stopping to admire the laughing kids playing tag a few houses down, Harry smiled as he reflected on his newest power- his 'spidey sense' as Justin had dubbed it. It told him when someone near him was in danger, or pulled him to a location of pain.
The pure smile on Harry's face wilted slightly at his thoughts, as that same sense had pulled him here. It kept pulling him forwards, and Harry turned his eyes to the kids, a horrified panic settling his gut.
Taking in all the details surrounding the kids, Harry realized that they were playing dangerously close to the street. A street that contained a hill, which the kids were right underneath. A hill that certain drivers may take faster than others, in hopes of a thrill.
As his mind wrapped around these pieces of information, Harry's sense gave off another little twinge, and his ears picked up the unmistakable sound of an engine being revved.
Reacting quickly, Harry took off at a run, heading straight for the kids that were now straying way too close to the street.

A little girl playing tag with her friends squealed in joy as she jumped out of the way of one of their reaching hands. Whipping around to keep running, she noticed a man who was also running, and, remembering her momma's lessons on being polite, she stopped to wave with a big smile. The little girl watched as the man's face twisted into one of horror, and her smile turned into a frown. The girl turned around to look at her friend in confusion, only to see the boy had stopped chasing her, and was staring at a silver truck that was coming right for them.
Like any other little girl, the terrified child froze and screamed as loud as she could, watching her demise race towards her.
The sound of squealing brakes filled the air as the gleaming silver grill of the truck continued to come closer and closer to the little girl. The shining metal filled her vision until she could see nothing else, and then, she saw nothing.

Crashing to the pavement with a grunt, Harry rolled away from the street the best he could, covering the heads of the two kids he was holding so they wouldn't hit them on the ground as he went.
Moments later, Harry slowed his roll to a stop, and just laid there, staring up at the blue sky, holding the frozen children, and taking deep breathes to try to calm the rapid beating of his heart.

-

"Do you have anything to declare?"
"No."
"Alright, and what is your reason for coming to China, Mister-"
The security guard brusquely cut off his sentence when he finally read the passport sitting innocuously in his hands.
"Harry Potter! My, sir, I am so sorry. Go- go on right ahead, this way, please forgive me for my impertinence."
"No, it's okay. I'm here to-"
"There's no need sir. All Arcane Healers are to be waved through. Protocols have long been in place to allow you the fastest access to our country."
"O-oh, yes... thank you."

-

A goblin gently handed an inheritance form over to his customer, watching his customer as he digested the information given to him.
"Well, what is it?"
The male looked up from the paper and at one of his most trusted friends, his face pale and hands shaking.
"You were right, Padma. I'm an Arcane."

-

"I can't take it anymore! The minister is too much!" A tall, thin man scowled in anger as he stuffed item after item into a sack, large and small items sinking into the small opening with an unnatural ease.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry. What they're asking crosses the line, but surely you don't have to just up and leave? Surely we can figure something out?" A woman stood behind the frustrated man, her long dark hair contrasting starkly with the cream colored walls.
"Putting a tracker on me, Padma? A tracker? And half the board has a mind to do it! Last I heard, Arcane Healers were suppose to be treasured! Protected and protector of all! How am I to do that when I'm watched and confined to one measly island in this vast world? I haven't even been cleared to heal all the muggles that live here!" The man turned around sharply, but merely jabbed his wand in the air, whisking more and more objects into his bottomless bag.
"I know Harry, don't think I don't! I'm trying my best to help you, I just don't know if running away will help solve this!" The woman took a few steps towards her best friend, watching as he turned back to his bag, pushing the last few things into it as the room was sufficiently stripped.
"It won't, but you know what? I'd rather have taken a chance to help more people, than just sit here and wait for the shackles to close. I either leave now and attempt to be free, or be stuck forever and never heal the people that truly need me."
Tears streamed down Padma's face as she came up behind the tense form of her little brother, holding the growing man as close to her as she could. "I - I know, Harry. Just- just be safe, yeah? I'll try to change their minds. I'll do my best."
Harry hung his head in guilt and turned around, wrapping his sister of all but blood snugly in his arms. "And I will do mine. Thank you Padma. I believe in you."

-

"Dude, shhh. I see another one."
Harry ducked behind a bush at the sound of voices, keeping an eye on the two doe and one buck he had been following as they walked over to a stream for a drink.
"This has to be our lucky day. Not even six hours in and we've already struck gold."
Casting his senses out, Harry located a pair of hunters sitting up in two trees, their guns targeting the small group of animals.
"I know right? Dad'll flip when he sees we bagged six deer."
Harry froze as he realized why his sense was going crazy. Overhunting. This specie of deer must be in danger in the area.
Now understanding what he needed to do, Harry crouched down on the ground and focused his magic. Creating an illusion of a wolf pack, the wizard let his magic twist in any way it wished, watching the wolves stalk towards the two human hunters. Snarls punctured the silence of the forest as the wolves surrounded the hunters' trees.
In mere moments, the deer has scampered off, and Harry gently pushed his illusions to follow them until they disappeared from sight, electing to wait around to make sure the hunters went home.

-

"Breaking news on CGTN. The man responsible for the rescue of Indian President, Ram Nath Kovind, from a terrible fire has yet to be identified, but footage from the rescue is causing a stir across the globe."
A grainy video of a slim man carrying a larger figure in his arms out of roaring flames played on the television, replacing the newscaster that had been present a moment before, though she continued to speak.
"Thousands people are commenting and reposting this video, giving their well wishes and thanks to the president and rescuer, but there are also many that are commenting about something completely different."
Snapshots of different comments ranging in length and language flashed across the screen.
"Miranda Laurinski, an Irish mother who recently almost lost her daughter to a reckless driver states that her daughter's rescuer looks eerily similar, sharing a picture of a man cradling her daughter much the same way President Ram Nath Kovind was."
A picture of a similar man with long, dark hair holding a sobbing little girl to his chest flashed across the television screen.
"And more and more people are responding to her post, sharing their own stories. A man in Hawaii claims the same man saved him from a shark attack. A family in Japan know him to be the one who rescued them all from their basement after being trapped by the major earthquake that happened back in June. A teenager in America revealed that this man had talked her out of committing suicide. An adventure explorer who had been attempting to climb Mount Everest without a guide praises the very same man for rescuing him from the bottom of an icy ravine. And more stories from around the globe are coming in as we speak. Just who is this mystery hero?"

-

Harry smiled as he walked into a cozy little pub, noting the lack of customers as he took a seat near the back.
Moments later, a harried woman walked up to him with a forced smile, holding a small pad of paper and a pen.
"Hello sir, what can I get you?"
"Just a coffee please."
"Alright, anything else?"
"No, thank you."
"Okay, I'll be out with your coffee in a moment then."

"Here you go, sir."
Harry smiled gently as he wrapped his hands around the warm cup, feeling his cold hands warm just a little at the contact. His eyes jumped to the waitress as she turned to walk away.
"Oh, miss, just a moment. Do you have any time to chat? My wife just died, you see, and I'm a bit lonely for company."
The lady's face fell before she looked back at the quiet kitchen, hearing the light clinking of plates and cups as they were being washed, and pulled out a chair to sit down.
"I'm so sorry to hear that. Why yes, of course. We'll be closing soon anyway."

"I-I just don't get it. D-does h-he not love me an-anymore? What d-do I do to ch-change? Am I just n-not good enough?"
Harry gently shushed the sobbing waitress as he wrapped her in a one-armed hug.
"I l-love him, but if I d-dare say that to h-his face, he'll just s-slap me and call me s-s-stupid again! My friends keep telling me to dump him, b-but I'm s-so scared. What if I dump h-him, and he spills all my secrets? Wr-wrecks my house? K-kills me? If he s-st-ill loves me, I'm terrified of w-wh-what he'll do when he h-hates me!"
"Shh, it's alright my dear. There's no need to worry. I'll help you get through this."

-

"Passport please?"
Harry smiled politely as he handed over his identification, secretly hoping for less commotion than the usual flustered employees and awed travelers.
"Mmm- sir, if you could step out of the line and follow me please."
Harry gave a small sigh of relief before following the auror, glad for the lack of excessive fanfare.
Walking into a little room off to the side of the main security hall, Harry smiled at the lady situated behind a large desk full of sheafs of paper. She looked bored as Harry was instructed to sit down.
"Your finger please."
Outstretching his right hand, Harry frowned when his pointer finger was pricked and then his blood dripped onto a piece of charmed parchment.
"What is your reason for being here, sir?"
Harry rubbed his hands over his jeans as he thought of what was pulling him towards America. "There is a deep gut feeling urging me to come here. Something is going to happen, and I feel like I need to be here for it."
The lady's face kept its line of boredom as she hummed, but her eyes sharped ever-so-slightly. Turning to look down at the paper that had finally stopped writing, the lady's eyes widened and her face paled.
"Oh Merlin. Mr. Potter, sir, I'm so sorry for my behavior. If you would just come with me I'm sure we can get everything sorted out for you in no time."
Harry winced as he realized that America was going to be no different than every other country he had visited.