He was a squib. He knew that, his parents knew that, his brother lorded it over him, and the entire wizarding world knew it too. Compared to the BWL he was nothing. So that simple envelope with his name written in green ink could not be for him. Harry Potter was a squib— until suddenly he wasn't.

The war is over and Harry Potter is happily living his life. Until the voices, and the visions of another life begin. He turns to the one person who can give him answers, Hermione. But when they dive too deep they enter a place where everything is different and a war still plagues this world. Beneath secrets and lies, Harry and Hermione must find their way back home.