Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Warnings: Character Death

Author's note: Well this is a story that I started a long while ago and thought that it wasn't such a bad idea after all. Tell me what you think ^_^ Also if anyone is interested in helping me by becoming my beta for this fic let me know.

Chapter one

As Harry lie dying all he could think about was the pain that he had been put through. From the moment that he had entered the Wizarding World he knew that it had all been set up. From his friends; to the massive amounts of challenges that were thrown at him at such an early age. He may have been about to defeat the most powerful wizard of the century, but he was still only human.

Everything had been set up. Everything from the moment that the horrible curse that had killed his parents was turned against its owner and left the young baby with only a scar on his forehead. Every single thing was then planned so that he would be the perfect weapon in a war that he knew nothing about, a war that he wanted no part of. His friends were chosen before he even truly knew what friendship was, his hatred was planted before he could comprehend hate and his love was known the day that he lost all those that truly loved him.

Ironic isn't it? That everything would be planned… down to the moment that he was introduced so the Wizarding World to the moment that he left it, in a blaze of glory with the fall of the Dark Lord only happening moments before. They all knew that he would die from his fight with Lord Voldemort as they were connected together and nothing would be able to separate them, even death. They all knew this and yet they allowed him to believe that what he was doing was right, they had even given him the hope that one day he would be able to live a normal life without the darkness clouding his soul.

What they didn't know however was that although everything was planned, everything was set, but yet they couldn't plan for one thing he had known about wizards long before he was sent his letter to enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Unlike what they previously thought, his aunt did indeed know more about magic then she was letting on. Although he still had a horrible relationship with his uncle and cousin it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been.

What if his aunt had loved him? What if the last part of her sister that remained meant something to her? What if instead of jealous as she had been, she welcomed her only nephew with welcome arms? How could his life have changed if he had grown up under a loving roof instead of a lonely one? As Harry wished for a new beginning someone noticed the dying boy, and with their power granted his dying wish. This time things would be different, and the world would never know what a sad boy Harry Potter could have been.