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The Legend of Harry Potter

Chapter 1 Leaving Home

A young man sat alone inside an abandoned bar quietly nursing a bottle of fire whisky. The entire bar was deserted with no signs of life within it other than the dark haired man. Cobwebs and dust had collected throughout the establishment along with broken and shattered chairs and tables. Bottles of fire whisky and butter beer were growing steadily on the ground.

Outside the bar, a cold blustering wind, common in the bluffs of Scotland howled around the village. The village itself was completely abandoned with marks of devastation seen all over the buildings. A once proud sweetshop is a shadow of what it once was with broken windows and overturned counters. A joke shop looks like a twisted mockery of what it once was with the clown advertising convoluted and burned. Scorch marks could be seen all over the village with nearly every house burned or ransacked.

In the distance in the dusk of evening was an image of a castle. A castle would be too kind to call it, it was now nothing more than a tottering ruin. The North tower and the proud Gryffindor tower were in shambles. Holes within the castle were incredibly common and scattered throughout the ruins, showing incredible damage from both magical and non magical means. The once proud great hall was nothing but rubble with its roof caved in. No longer would the Hall rely on magic to reflect the sky.

Beside the young man lay three wands, one of holly, one of yew, and one of elder. A battered saber lay propped against the table. A simple stone with a distinct marking lay haphazardly near his feet, and a cloak was hanged neatly upon his chair.

The man had long shoulder length black hair that stuck up wild messily and everywhere. His face with dull green eyes, were marked with tears. His brow was marked with perspiration from a cold sweat. His frame was that of a starving wolf, too thin and unhealthy. The sickly frame clashed strongly with his rather tall height. Draped in a black and tattered cloak, he looked like a drooping shadow fading away. In his hand was a handgun which he held shakily pointed towards his head.

Harry Potter breathed heavily as for the umpteenth time raised the gun at his head.

He felt so cold, so very cold. It had been over seven months since the final battle, since he lost everything. The war against Voldemort and his death eaters was over and ended in victory for Harry. No it was not victory, Harry had lost far too much for it to be called victory.

All the friends and family that Harry loved and cared for were dead, never to return. He used the Resurrection Stone multiple times in an attempt be with his friends, to tell them how sorry he was, but they were only shades that could not speak and merely looked at him with sorrow and pity.

Cedric Diggory was the first to die in the Second War, in that terrible graveyard along with his innocence. It had happened so fast, one moment he was alive trying to defend Harry and the next moment he was dead on the floor from a killing curse.

Sirius Black had fallen at the ministry along with several Order members.

The order came and immediately engaged the death eaters.

Harry saw duels far above his own caliber and that of his friends fiercely raging. Spells were exchanged far faster than he could look. He could see the strain under Sirius as he dueled with Bellatrix and another masked death eater. Kingsley was fighting three death eaters including Crabbe at once. Harry soon realized that he and his friends barely survived only alive from sheer luck and the fact that the death eaters did not take them seriously. Soon these duels grew into something larger as it became apparent that the death eaters and the Order were fighting to kill. The fighting done now was on an entire different level.

Then a sound like a bomb went off. One moment it seem liked the tide was turning with the Order beginning to gain ground against the death eaters, until he came. Voldemort appeared from smoke, his crimson eyes shining with malevolence as he entered the fray with intent to kill.

Hestia Jones bravely stepped up in an attempt to slow down Voldemort, but it was for naught. In a blink of an eye she fell to the ground lifeless with blood only finally pouring out of her neck after she died.

The Order, despite their discipline began to panic at the sight of the Dark Lord's brutality and began to retreat.

Yet still fights and brawls still raged on as a handful of the DA and the Order were still stuck fighting off the death eaters. Sirius Black was engaged in a fierce duel with Bellatrix Lestrange with neither of them giving an inch as spells flew around all of them meant to kill. Despite this it seemed like Sirius was gaining the advantage as he slowly put Bellatrix on the defensive. Then in a blink of an eye as one moment Sirius smirking at his advantage was slammed with unholy green light of the killing curse. His face was warmed by angry tears as one of the last links to his parents had perished so callously in front of Harry.

Chaos reigned as spells flew everywhere with the intent to kill and destroy. After Sirius' death Dumbledore finally appeared and his presence seem to reinvigorate the rest of the Order. Dumbledore's began to conjure large automatons and charmed them for a dual purposes, to defend and incapacitate the death eaters.

These bronze lumbering giants quickly drew death eater spells yet they bounced off their armor with ease. The Order revitalized quickly struck back. Within moments the tide of battle shifted once more and the death eaters found themselves routed.

With a contemptuous stare, Voldemort signaled a retreat but not before a delegation of the ministry apparated into the area. With shocked eyes they saw what was unquestionably the Dark Lord Voldemort and his followers. Soon Voldemort and the Death Eaters portkeyed away. All that was left was a ruined hallway that was filled with moans of grief and anger at the sight of the two dead Order members, Sirius Black and Hestia Jones.

Shortly after fifth year, only just a few weeks after the last battle at the ministry, Voldemort staged a coup de tat on the ministry. Prominent leaders of the light, such as Amelia Bones and Elphias Doge were killed immediately. Both Arthur and Percy Weasley executed immediately after they were captured by Lucius Malfoy.

The worst loss that day was the death of Albus Dumbledore. Voldemort ambushed him immediately seeking to take out Dumbledore first.

Like a thundering blitzkrieg Voldemort and his followers descended upon Dumbledore and the ministry order quickly isolating and separating Dumbledore from the fight. Voldemort didn't stop there as he and five other death eaters surrounded and sought to kill the famed leader of light as quickly as possible.

Dumbledore was no longer in his prime, and was still recovering from the last duel. He was no longer as powerful as he once was when he fought against Grindelwald. Through sheer numbers and by Voldemort's fury, Albus Dumbledore fell to Lord Voldemort's wand.

With Dumbledore's fall, the rest of the ministry succumbed pathetically to Voldemort's forces. Auror divisions were outright slaughtered or routed. Whereas other ministry departments folded quickly with news of Dumbledore's death. The Department of Mysteries fought to the bitter end before all their Unspeakables were wiped out by Voldemort's legions of dark creatures.

It was then Harry knew he had to change. he could not survive much less win this war unless he got stronger. To do this, Harry stole books from the restricted section and Dumbledore's office. He researched specifically for combat oriented spells that could deal heavy damage and powerful shields.

Dumbledore's greatest gift to Harry was his journals and memories that highlighted Voldemort's weaknesses, namely his Horcruxes. While the Diary was destroyed, unfortunately, much to Harry's horror, there was still six Horcruxes left including Voldemort's own soul. There were some theories regarding the identity and location of the other Horcruxes, but it was all speculation.

Harry took his quest for training at a different level. He learned how to shoot properly with a handgun and other firearms. Harry also trained heavily with a sword and hand to hand combat. The latter two was something that Sirius had introduced Harry to. The Black family were skilled duelists in every sense, both with swords and wands, and Sirius had wanted Harry to be able to protect himself if Harry lost his wand. His training with these skills took place over the years as the civil war of the wizarding world raged on.

Harry was no master at these skills but he quite capable at utilizing them effectively against the likes of death eaters. If there was one glaring weakness in Voldemort's Death Eaters it was their predictability. The death eaters skill with magic was excellent but they were woefully unprepared against unconventional tactics.

Voldemort's death eaters were undoubted skilled and magically powerful but they were too rigid and unyielding in their tactics. Virtually all of his death eaters favored powerful and balanced spells and shields to overwhelm their enemies through heavy firepower. Yet, they neglected the fact that rapid gunfire could strip magical shields quickly, or that they had no form of defense in close combat if you got in close to knock them out or run them through with a sword or knife.

Harry could no longer rely on spells like Expelliarmus and Stupefy to defeat his enemies. Such spells could no longer cut it when fighting an enemy that didn't play by the rules or dueled nicely in neat little pairs. To beat a group of dirty fighters, Harry learned to fight dirty. Any advantage, weak point, or vulnerability that the Death Eaters would show Harry would ruthlessly exploit it. Death Eaters who were walking or apparating home were were killed from behind. These were not honorable nor brave actions but Harry did everything he could to survive.

In other cases Harry would break in Death Eater's homes such as the Malfoys. Needless to say they were quite surprised when Harry got the jump on them. First Harry detonated a bomb in the manor to stun and distract. He quickly moved in and disarmed and summoned their wands faster than the Malfoys could hope to press on their Dark Mark. Add precise shots to the kneecaps, Harry brought the Malfoys on the floor to finish off with a simple cutting curse to the neck. Before he did so, Harry had the great satisfaction of breaking their wands right in front of their face before mercifully killing them.

Yet despite for all the Death Eaters Harry would kill, all of Harry's friends and allies were picked off or murdered by the Death Eaters or Voldemort himself.

Luna Lovegood along with her father was beheaded for standing for their ideals, in public execution by the Death Eaters. She looked nothing like herself with ripped clothing barely preserving her modesty and her eyes shone not with humor but with despair and hopelessness. The once bright and vibrant girl along with her kooky father were brought low.

Neville Longbottom had fallen, bleeding under several mortal wounds after killing Bellatrix Lestrange.

Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks were slaughtered and ravaged by werewolves under Fenrir Greyback.

The Weasley family had been obliterated picked off one by one. Ginny was the first, they found her broken and virtually unrecognizable in a ditch just a few kilometers from the Burrow. Ron had howled with grief when he saw her still and unmoving body as desperately tried to wake her up. It had been a trap though, and while all the death eaters fell to both Ron and Harry's hands, Ron had passed on from reductor curse that he took to the face.

Hermione's death was the worst for Harry. Of all his friends, Harry was closest to Hermione. She was the family he never had, the big protective sister who never left his side or faltered when things got rough. After destroying the ring and the locket, Harry and Hermione had been ambushed by Voldemort.

It happened so quickly, one moment he and Hermione were walking on a street planning their next move. The next thing he knew he down on the ground bleeding and delirious as Hermione fought to stall Voldemort. Before she slapped the portkey to slip him away; in his thick haze he saw her behead Voldemort's snake with powerful cutting curse.

The list of dead grew larger and larger, to the point where Harry became more numbed and disillusioned as the war raged on with no end in sight.

For over five years, Harry fought the long war against Voldemort's Death Eaters and trying to locate and destroy the other horcruxes before he finally managed to kill Voldemort at the ruins of the Hogwarts castle. All his trial, training, and tears boiled down to one final vicious fight in which Harry managed to win.

After the final clash with Voldemort, all he had left were regrets and broken memories. Harry was listless and confused. For all his training, it did not matter, because all his friends were dead. Yet he survived, and he could not accept that. He could not fathom that people that were so much better than him were dead and that he was alive.

Harry had nothing left, he killed Voldemort, he climbed his impossible mountain. Yet for all the killing and fighting he was utterly alone.

His depression even before the war ended had Harry take comfort in any booze or alcohol he could find. Now that the war was over that had gotten worse as he had no purpose to sustain himself, and no reason to live.

Which brought Harry to his current predicament with several bottles of rum and mead in front him, and a gun pointed at his head, ready to end his pathetic existence, to end all the pain and suffering he was forced to endure at the whims of fate and his own incompetence.

Before Harry could pull the trigger, to blow his brains out, Harry heard a distant rumbling. He frowned at the sound as it only got louder before he realized…

Helicopters, Damn I need to get out of here before they get the bead on me.

Though pure survival instinct honed by years of experience, Harry shakily stood up before quickly grabbing the rest of his possessions and weapon. It wasn't much but it was all he had left. Two of the wands, the Elder wand and Voldemort's wand went in Hagrid's moleskin pouch. With a quiet murmured incantation Harry used a shrinking charm on the saber and pistol. He casted several charms that would allow him to instant wield the weapons when necessary.

With his signature wand in hand Harry quickly snuck out of the Hog's Head. The rumbling he could hear was louder and far closer. Apparation was not an option. Muggles had figured out how to track high levels of magic with their satellites. Any form of teleportation such as portkeying and apparation were considered high levels of magic. He would be unable to get out and away from these bastards in time, so he quickly pulled out his Invisibility Cloak to buy himself time as he attempted to sneak out of Hogsmeade. He moved swiftly and quietly amongst the grey ruins of Hogsmeade.

Soon the helicopter had finally arrived at Hogsmeade, over where what used to be the town square. The sound that it had made was deafening and unfriendly. It's forward lights were on and weapons from from missiles to powerful machine guns were primed and at the ready.

The doors opened for the chopper, and several rappels came out of the chopper. Well armed military trained troops rappelled down the helicopter alert and focused, ready to apprehend or kill their desired target.

Harry sucked in a breath as he caught sight of them. There were eight soldiers from what he saw from their uniforms, they were Royal Marines. They were all armed to the tooth and were well supported by the menacing chopper. Harry hoped to sneak away and avoid a fight but it may be too late.

During the war against Voldemort, the Dark Lord had completely taken over the British Wizarding world with ease and along with his death sought to eliminate the Muggles as well. At first his operations went well. Using deception and trickery his death eaters stuck to the shadows picking off and murdering Muggles at random with stealth and ease. The strategy was quite effective, and many death eaters along with new recruits of Voldemort's new world order joined in on the "fun"

Muggles were ambushed and murdered at random. Families of Muggles were destroyed, men, women, and children were tortured brutally for fun by sick minded dark wizards looking for entertainment, or looking to prove themselves in the new Wizarding order spearheaded by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Pretty girls were kidnapped, murdered, raped, or kept as slaves on whim by the Death Eaters.

In the muggle world, these killings baffled the public, as many in Britain thought a pack of serial killers were on the loose, or gas leaks had taken out people, or an unknown plague that was killing thousands of people that was exclusively localized in Britain. Despite this, the Death Eaters managed to hide their actions to the muggle world until one year ago.

A group of young drunk death eaters led by Theodore Nott led a mass killing on Buckingham Palace in London. On national television, the whole world watched in shock and horror as terrorists with magical powers attacked hundreds of tourists and people. Soon the police and the military arrived and surrounded and trapped the death eaters in the museum. The royal palace became a war zone between the foolish death eaters and the British military. All of the Death Eaters were terminated and killed with vengeance by the British military at the end towards the evening. The sun went down with countless bodies littering the ruined Buckingham Palace.

The whole world and Britain flew into a panic, show were these people, these monsters that had murdered innocents live on national television. They got their answers quickly, through covert operations and the testimony of thousands of grief stricken relatives of Muggleborn wizards and witches, the world quickly pieced together of the new despicable enemy that and attacked them.

Wizards, witches, and magic were real. The stuff of fairytales and legends were alive and were responsible for the tragedies and massacres. The world finally had a credible threat that united previously warring Muggles out of fear of what this new enemy could do.

Parliament met for an emergency session, and with record time, declared a state of war against Lord Voldemort, and passed several pieces of legislation for the detainment of any wizard or witches. Soon all witches and wizards were hunted like animals by a wrathful government and an angry mob demanding vengeance.

Rights for all magical beings were taken away quickly, and soon most of the Wizarding population was captured and sent to concentration camps or ghettos with constant surveillance.

Identities of wizards and witches were given to the government by vengeful Muggleborns and their relatives seeking to burn down the Wizarding world.

Unfortunately, Harry's own family, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley went on the record and painted an unflattering view of Harry Potter to the public, describing himself as the scum of the earth and a violent criminal that deserved to be put down like a rabid dog.

He felt rather flattered by that admission from the Dursleys.

Voldemort refused to bend the knee and had all his Death Eaters and dark forces strike back seeking to put the fear back into the Muggles and kill them as bloodily as possible. Voldemort posed himself as the savior of all Wizards and soon many surviving and uncaptured magicals sided with Voldemort for the sake of survival. All of Great Britain was dissolved in a war zone with both sides mounting in casualties. Ironically this was both a detriment and benefit to Harry.

Voldemort was occupied with the Muggles which gave him more chances to surprise the death eaters and ambush them if he could remain in a low profile. He tried to avoid killing the wizards that were forced to join his rule if he could help it.

What was happening over Britain, soon was happening all over the world. Fear of the capability of magical beings spread more quickly than the most contagious virus or curse. Wizards around the world found themselves persecuted and killed in the same manner in Britain. Countries that were once sworn enemies to each made truces and worked together against a common hated enemy. Some extraordinary examples included Israel and the PLO which put aside their differences to face against a common enemy. Iran and Iran too, worked together in unison for the mass killings and elimination of all magical beings.

Harry was a high priority target for all the Muggle governments, and with Voldemort's death, wizards and witches had no chance and were eliminated at will.

The Muggles called this a righteous war against terrible enemy but any surviving wizards and witches called this genocide, the Great Witch Hunt.

Before Harry moved away from the soldiers who had spread out in search of him, Harry casted a listening spell on one of the soldiers to hear their intentions.

As he moved away, Harry heard their voices and it was pretty obvious they were out gunning for him. He could hear snippets of their conversation

"….no sign of the target, over!

"Yeah I got no visual either."

"Impossible, satellite showed that he was here hours ago."

"He could teleported away, you know their kind can do so, remember Nottingham and Cardiff?"

"Yeah he could of, but these bastards can turn invisible with their funny spells and hoods."

"Enough chatter, everyone turn on heat vision, that will smoke the target out if he's invisible than we shoot to kill."

"Sir, I thought we were going to capture him."

"Change of plans corporal, high command say we need to eliminate him now, we have enough of their kind captured for study. He's too dangerous to be left alive

Harry cursed under his breath and began to sprint in the direction of the castle, he only had a precious few seconds before he was spotted.

"Contact! Target is running northeast to the castle over."

"Everyone spread and flank him, be on guard and get ready to put him down. Our orders are to kill."

Harry heard the helicopter move towards his direction along with the soldiers rushing to his location. He quickly pulled off the Invisibility cloak and switched to his gun in one hand and his wand at the other.

Cursing his bad luck which had struck yet again, he breathed slowly and reached for his magic before manifesting it wandlessly. One of the pleasant surprises for Harry was using wandless magic. He could find that he could use wandless magic in a variety of ways. But his favorite method was using the magic within his core and using it to to give himself temporary superhuman boosts of speed and strength that were incredible useful in a pinch.

The magic surged in his legs as he bounded and sprinted quickly toward the castle. He could hear the shots being fired and Harry quickly snapped a shield towards his back, and zigzagged to confuse his pursuers.

The helicopter had to go, it was becoming a nuisance and he couldn't keep in front of the bullets forever, so Harry quickly turned before leaping backwards to get a shot at the helicopter. Silently and quickly Harry casted a powerful banishing charm at a boulder which launched it in the air before smashing into the panicking helicopters rotors, As it went down, from his listening charm he could hear it crash and crush two other soldiers before finally burning and exploding in a powerful explosion.

Two down, six to go.

Harry found himself taking cover underneath arch breathing deeply. The downside of this particular branch of wandless magic was it quickly physically exhausted the practitioner. Harry while stronger than he looked was no exception. With his gun in hand Harry conjured a pillow before stowing his wand. He quietly ambushed one soldier covering him with a pillow before quickly pulling the trigger, killing him instantly. His companion went down the same way with practiced efficiency.

Four to go.

Switching to a sword Harry gutted another soldier from behind before using the impaled soldier's gun to blast another marine.

Two to go.

With a spare knife Harry ran quickly before seeing his quarry, and with the aid of magic, hurled his knife using magic to influence its trajectory into the man's neck.

Soon Harry saw the last soldier, the squad leader, before conjuring a block of concrete to protect himself from the rapid gunfire. Suddenly the fire stopped, and Harry heard the click of a grenade at his makeshift barrier.

Harry with a deep breath turned and apparated 10 feet away before the grenade exploded and took down the wall.

Harry began breathing heavily and quickly steadied himself to prevent himself falling. Although a lot of the wards were down in Hogwarts, it was exhausting even on a wizard of Harry's caliber to apparate even a small distance inside Hogwarts.

The captain fell upon Harry seeking to end his life and avenge his comrades with a knife aimed at Harry's chest. Harry blocked and redirected the blow so it only nicked his arm drawing a small amount of blood. Harry was quickly elbowed by the captain and kicked in the stomach hard.

This guys was undoubtedly skilled, Harry thought. The captain brought Harry in close to kill him personally. Harry waited for the right moment looking at the man's enraged eyes before spitting at his face. Taken off guard, Harry followed with a headbutt breaking the man's nose, before pulling out his wand and cutting the man's throat by surprise with a cutting curse. The captain dropped like lead after that final blow, and blood poured out of his lifeless body from his neck.

Harry took a breather, and did a quick check on himself, before hearing multiple helicopters, closing in on the ruins of Hogwarts. His saber, had broken in half from the stress of the fight. Biting back a curse Harry stuffed the blade in his moleskin pouch, before he found himself traversing deeper into the ruins of the castle.

Harry's old home had changed drastically since the war began in his fifth year. The whole castle was destroyed. First Voldemort wrecked it, in a massive assault on the school after the fall of the ministry. Then the RAF bombed Hogwarts further ruining the school. Finally, Harry's last fight against Voldemort at Hogwarts had them release powerful magical energies that downright made Hogwarts inhabitable.

The pictures were ruined, and many of the staircases had fallen apart. The Great Hall just collapsed completely. The damage to the castle was simply too much to name. It was broken shell, just like him.

Harry soon found himself on the seventh floor of Hogwarts away from the ruin of the Gryffindor tower. With a heavy breath, Harry found himself front of the Room of Requirement.

With a deep breath, Harry thought, "Take me somewhere safe, somewhere far away from here, somewhere safe, somewhere away from it all where they can't find me."

To Harry's surprise, the room didn't activate. With a sigh Harry prepared himself to fight even more soldiers which had entered the ruins of Hogwarts before another door appeared.

Harry frowned it wasn't the door to the room of requirement. It was an ancient door only marked by ancient symbols, with one dominant sign that the recognized…

The mark of the Deathly Hallows, can this be?

With a shake, the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, the Cloak of Invisibility jumped out of his moleskin pouch and began glowing. The Deathly Hallows floated and aligned with the glowing blood red. The door in response glowed blood red before opening. The Hallows glowed brightly and briefly before falling on the ground inanimate as before.

Slightly in awe, Harry, gather the Hallows and stuffed them back in the pouch before entering through the door. The door closed behind him as soon as it opened, and Harry instinctively knew that the Muggles wouldn't find it. In fact he could no longer hear them at all. He could feel the change of places with his magic. The room was dark at first with predictably no light at all. Harry quickly sent up his strongest lighting charm to the top to illuminate the room.

Harry gasped at the sight, it was a massive circular chamber, bigger than any room one could find in Hogwarts. The Room of Requirement couldn't stretch to this size and it was much bigger than the Great Hall.

The chamber reminded Harry of the spinning room of the Department of Mysteries. However the chamber was far from empty, there were loads of treasure, weapons, and gold all littered about the chamber. Despite this Harry was wary, he had never seen this room before, and it did not appear on the Maruader's Map. Also he watched enough movies to tell that half of these treasure were probably cursed. As far as he knew this room did not exist, it shouldn't exist.

How on earth could he get out of here?

As if the room heard Harry, a door appeared out of nowhere materializing fifty feet away from him just standing on its own. Before Harry walked out he saw a few interesting things. There were four other doors to the side of the chamber marked each by a house of Hogwarts, a ruby lion, a golden badger, a sapphire raven, and an emerald snake. Beneath each door was drawing of a sword that matched them the animals in color.

But what truly entranced Harry was a sword lying a few feet away from the door. There was a breath taking beautiful sword on pedestal. The sword was silver in color with some red adornments and effects on the hilt. At first glance the blade was perfection personified. But upon looking closer there was a dark aura surrounding the blade. Despite this fact, Harry couldn't resist, he pulled out the sword from the pedestal. He gasped slightly marveled at the beauty of the sword. This sword put the saber from Sirius to shame, and made the goblin made Swords, like Gryffindor's blade look like an amateur's work. The sword was gorgeous, more dazzling than any silver. It's balance was perfect absolutely suited for him as he took a few experimental swings The blade felt sad and melancholy, and despite its darkness it felt like a perfect fit. Harry tried shrinking the sword but to his surprise it did not change. Soon to his surprise, a sheath appeared over the blade covering it before settling neatly on his hands. Harry then carefully put the sword, sheath and all into his moleskin pouch which much to his delight fit inside.

While others, may have balked picking such a dark weapon, instinctively knew it just felt right, that this sword understood him and could help him. With a final pause, Harry pushed through the magical door seeking to exit.

In that moment harry felt like he crossed over into somewhere new, before he found himself at the front of the Room of Requirement. With a frown Harry turned and saw that the door was gone. As Harry began to walk away carefully with his ears strained for any signs movement, he heard someone enter the Gryffindor tower.

That wasn't right at all, the portrait of the Fat Lady was not broken in half, but to his surprise he saw Hogwarts students filing out. Harry wondered if he was dreaming and quickly pinched himself, and found he was definitely awake.

Harry heard a gasp behind him, and he quickly turned around stepped back in surprise. A young girl, a third year by the look of it was staring at him with fear. From her uniform, he could tell she was one of the lions, but the most shocking about her hair and eyes. Emerald piercing eyes with long red hair, this girl looked like a miniature Lily Potter, his mother. Yet her wand she was shakily holding was definitely unfamiliar, far from Lily's own wand.

Harry frowned slightly, he suppose he looked slightly scary but he needed answers, and now.

With a hoarse voice, Harry asked, "Hey you there girl, where the hell am I?"

He stepped towards her and she flinched shakily stepping back.

Harry felt a diplomatic approach, "Easy there, I'm not going to…"

With a small voice, "No, you're dead. It can't be…"

Slightly impatiently, Harry asked, "Can't be what? Look who are you kid?"

Soon her eyes changed with both fear and rage, she shouted, "YOU MURDERER!" and screamed "STUPEFY!"

Instincts took over as Harry dodged the spell and silently knocked her out with his own stunning spell. However a crowd was drawn, and a group of young wizards, stared at him with abject terror, as if they saw Voldemort themselves.

Soon Harry felt something else, it was Hogwart's own magic, and it did not like him at all. Harry sighed, so much for diplomacy. Harry felt the castle's magic ready to tear him a new one and he quickly began to sprint.

He had no time, no time at all. Before he could get caught or killed, Harry casted his strongest reductor curse, which obliterated a man sized wall.

Before leaping out Harry thought to himself,

What the hell did I get myself into now?

Author's Note: Welcome everybody, this is my first Harry Potter story and I hope you'll like it. This story is the Harry finds himself in a alternate universe but with my own twists. I hope to turn certain tropes and cliches over their head as the story goes which I look forward to writing. This story was inspired by several different notable stories such as Altered Destinies, Stranger in an Unholy Land, and I'm Still Here. I thought to try my hand and make my own story and it's going to be epic. If you guys want to find out more, keep reading and stick with this story. Some other notes for you guys to know about, is that I'll be taking some references and ideas of TYPE-Moon universe from Nasu. It's nothing serious, and you won't need knowledge from that overly complicated universe to read and enjoy this story. Also anything from Nasu are fit within the rules of Harry Potter universe. Any pairings are for you to figure out and discover as the story goes along. I welcome all types of feedback, so review! Good, bad, or ugly, I'll take it all feedback I can get. Additionally I'm in search for a beta, so PM me if you're interested. See you guys next time!

Edit: I went back and reedited this chapter more carefully. There may be some mistakes as editing is not by strong suit but the whole chapter should run more smoothly.