Though all was well and good, and he had no reason to believe that would change, lately he'd found himself struck with the oddest sense of melancholy. An inexplicable sadness coupled with the strangest sense of loss. Like something was just missing. Unsatisfied. Such a revelation had puzzled him to the extreme given the fact that he had, for lack of better term, won.

Phoenix tears. Basilisk venom. Forced to compete, they would kill Harry from the inside out. But, thanks to a bout of accidental magic, he survives. He survives, but is irreparably changed forever. Reeling from the aftermath, Harry is confronted with, ultimately, what it means to be human. 2nd Year divergence.