Souls Laid Bare by opinionion
Summary:
After surviving the Killing Curse for the second time and ending the war by killing Voldemort, Harry knew that his life was going to change. He had willfully hoped for the better, hoped thatΒ heβdΒ feel better. But he doesnβt. He barely feels anything at all. Most days, he simply floats through life, like a ghost of his former self, forever trapped and unsatisfied. Stuck in the past while everybody else moves forward. All because of that little sliver of a soul, once attached to Harryβs own, that ripped apart his whole world when he left it inΒ that place between existing and nothing. When heΒ killedΒ it. Sue him, heβd gotten attached to the little thing. HeΒ missesΒ it. He wants it back. Is that really so bad, to want it backβ to do whatever it takes to do so?
its a harrymort fanfiction that starts after the war ends, includes some good ol time-travel master of death fuckery, a lot of introspection, angst, and worldbuilding
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