Second chance

Harry had many assumptions about what had happened to him, and one was worse than the other. He wasn't dead yet and this was a deathbed delusion? Some wizard had cast a spell on him and he was living in his memories? Is he already dead and now he's going to live forever in one day? Or will he live his life over and over again? It was not to say that such a prospect frightened him. On the contrary, the very first year of his studies had been the most interesting. Back then, Harry had not yet met the forces of evil and was not afraid of one day losing everyone he cared about. It was the best year of his Hogwarts education. He had been naive and a little foolish then, but he had taken everything from life and enjoyed it. He hadn't yet had the burden of the hardships of life as a Chosen One placed on his shoulders. Then he was Harry, just Harry, a happy boy with shining eyes, escaping from the oppression of his guardians and ready to absorb and explore the magical world. But this time it was a little different. He remembered everything. He remembered the deaths of Sirius, Professor Lupin, Snape, Dumbledore, Dobby, Fred, Groom, and many others. He remembered his hatred for Voldemort, Umbridge, Death Eaters, and the Ministry of Magic. He remembered his family. The memories wouldn't let him go, but perhaps that was for the best. There had been a lot of bad things in Harry's life, but with time he was able to accept it and understand himself better. He felt no remorse for his past actions. With these thoughts in mind, he walked into the Common Room. As soon as Harry crossed its threshold, a red-haired boy flew up to him immediately, and Harry didn't immediately recognise him as Ron. ‘What took you so long?’ he asked. ‘You slept through breakfast! There were such delicious pancakes, and then there were sandwiches, and then...’ ‘Sorry, I didn't feel like getting up,’ interrupted Harry's flow of speech, ’What are you doing?’ ‘Playing chess with Ron,’ Percy cut in. ‘Believe it or not, he's beaten me twice already!’ ‘Very much so,’ Harry muttered under his breath. He looked around. The living room was decorated for Christmas, and the Weasleys were wearing the very jumpers Molly had knitted for the boys. There were no practical people around. There were two upperclassmen, a boy and a girl, sitting near the fireplace, but they seemed to be so engrossed in each other that they didn't notice the rest of their company at all. ‘Weird,’ Harry said aloud without noticing it himself. ‘What do you mean?’ without taking his eyes off reading some thick book, Fred and George asked at the same time. ‘What's the date today?’ ignoring the question, Potter asked. ‘The third of January,’ without taking his eyes off the game he seemed to be losing, Percy replied. ‘Why?’ ‘I feel like this has all happened before,’ still looking around, Harry muttered. ‘So weird.’ ‘Maybe you were dreaming it?’ - clarified the older of the Weasley's gathered here. ‘I don't think so,’ the brunet said with a frown and walked out of Gryffindor tower. This was very strange. Very. And also a little abnormal. What if Percy was right, and my whole life was just a dream? But then it was a very believable dream. I'll have to check something out. Maybe the events are only repeating themselves in the drawing room. What if Ron and Hermione remember their lives too? No, that's definitely not possible, Ron is behaving the same way he did then. And Hermione? Hermione had to have left. She was definitely giving us some kind of assignment. An assignment. Oh, right! To find out information about Nicholas Flamel. But Percy said it was the third of today, which means I've already been to the Forbidden Section... and found the mirror. What if I go back there? There were many thoughts swarming through Harry's mind. The last one was very tempting, and his feet carried him down the right corridors until he found himself in the very room he had spent so much time in, looking at his parents and dreaming of a life with them. He looked up and saw... himself. Just himself. There was no one behind him. That could only mean one thing... Harry was truly happy. Potter had received too much information in the first two hours after his awakening, and he needed time to digest it. It was beginning to dawn on him that he was just living his school life from the beginning, but he could be influencing what was happening to him, because he certainly hadn't gone to the mirror that morning and had that conversation with the Weasley brothers. Maybe he's just being given a second chance?