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Prologue

The war was over, and Voldemort had been slain. Yet, still, the damage had been done. With all of his horcruxes destroyed, Voldemort could no longer keep his soul in this world, and, with his own rebounding curse, he passed into the void. This is where most would say that they lived happily ever after. Unfortunately, that was not the case. The damage to our young hero had already been done. Harry's mind was scarred beyond belief, for despite the death of Lord Voldemort, young Harry Potter found no relief.

At first, no one noticed that anything was wrong. Harry Potter smiled, and laughed. His face lit up as he held his bride in his arms. He had practically proposed to Ginny a week after the funeral of her departed brother.

The Weasleys had taken it hard. They had insisted that only family came to the funeral. Harry and Hermione, though not Weasleys by name, were very much a part of the family. It had not been the first time that Harry had lost someone he considered to be family, but it was the first time that he had spoken at such an event. He stood up before the entire Weasley family, and told every one of them how highly he thought of the prankster. That he was indeed a great soul, akin to the Marauders.

But life went on. And, while sleep did not come any easier for Harry, he tried to move on, including marrying his young admirer, Ginny Weasley. The two were wed in a small, private ceremony. One that was held with few witnesses.

But still, Harry could not handle what had happened. What he had gone through. And only six months into the marriage, he started to break. It began as flashes of anger, and sudden outbursts. But, eventually, it became full on fights, with Ginny, the love of his life. Ten, something in him broke, and with neither wand, nor spell, during one fight, he lashed out at Ginny, with the full force of his magical might.

It was while he lay there, nearly comatose by the excessive magic he had used, that the healers arrived, and took him to St Mungos. There, the healers examined him, and eventually after managing to revive him, diagnosed him with acute magical core damage. The very centre of him, of his mind and soul, had been cracked, and now his mind, unstable as it was, randomly lashed out with his magic, whenever his temper flared. It was a hard scene to watch with most people in the wizarding world declaring it to be Voldermort’s final curse, one that now started to break him down, till he was nothing more than a husk of a human being.

Of course, they told his wife that there was nothing that could be done for him, and he was transferred swiftly over to the long term treatment wing. At first, Ginny came every day, to just be with her husband. Eventually, though, she couldn't handle it. A year after he had been admitted, they were divorced. Ginny got everything that had been Harry's, ranging from the mundane, the first snitch he had caught, to the extreme, 13 Grimauld Place.

Ron and Hermione stayed around longer. The both of them dedicating substantial portions of their lives trying to fix what was wrong with their best friend. Soon, however, even those two members of the golden trio gave up, only visiting Harry on his birthday. And even then, those visits were short. It did not take long after that before almost everyone had forgotten him, and he had gone from the Boy Who Lived, the boy who had defeated Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard of his time, to an anonymous face in the long term ward at St Mungos. Well, two people still remembered him. The most recent recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, Neville Longbottom, and one of the newer healers at St Mungos, Cho Chang.

Neither one of them gave up on Harry. Neville treated him the same way he had treated his parents. When he left, it was always with a silent cry, and a plea that his friend would end up different than them. While Harry seemed hardly to change, from one visit to the next, Neville just knew, deep down, that he was doing something right. That talking to his friend, and just being there, was doing even just the smallest amount of good. While Neville was talking to Harry, Cho was devoting more and more of her time researching spells, and potions. At first, nothing worked. She went through all this effort to find an obscure spell, or a rank-smelling potion, just to be disappointed by the results. Eventually, ten years from the day he had destroyed Lord Voldemort, Cho found the cure. A cure no one would ever dare to use. For, written above the spell in the book Cho had found it, was a dangerous warning.

'Do not use this spell lightly. Blood magic is deep, and once the spell is in effect, whoever casts the spell will unleash the shattered emotions that render the patient so volatile. The effects of this are different from patient to patient. It is theorized that it may even leave one diminished when pressed by the patient’s own will.’

*Authors note*

This is a rewrite of my first fan fic.

Since there was so many errors not only in Spelling and punctuation, but also a few significant ones in the plot I have decided to continue forth with it at a much steadier pace with the assistance of a good friend and fellow writer as my beta

As before any comments designed to help me will be greatly appreciated. Being nasty and rude only makes me think that you have your own problems that need to be dealt with.