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 that he’d feel better. But he doesn’t. 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 Harry’s own, that ripped apart his whole world when he left it in that place between existing and nothing. When he killed it. Sue him, he’d gotten attached to the little thing. He misses it. He wants it back. Is that really so bad, to want it back— 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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