Summary:

Harry thought he was going to be the perfect father who gave all his children the life he never had.

Instead, his sons hate him and his daughter always smells like burned rubber.

He doesn't think anything could be worse than family life.

That's until Draco Malfoy shows up just to rub it in that he can raise his kid better.

As long as Harry can stay in his element at work, it'll be alright.

Until his life wants to get a hold of his last beacon of peace, too. Not that it ever really was one.

The truth about the Horcruxes was a lot worse than the Auror department ever thought, and by the time they're finally on the case, they're already centuries too late.

(TW: INTENSE! JK said a Horcrux is created by doing the evilest thing in the world, and muggles do worse things than Voldemort did when they get bored! I don't do wish fulfillment or coddling. I'm not responsible for the actions of my characters, read at your own risk)