Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Series. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this.

Chapter 1. It Begins

The day was like any other. Children were running up and down the street laughing and having fun. Yes it looked like a normal, very normal day, but it changed in a heartbeat when Death Eaters suddenly appeared in this quiet suburb and started killing innocent men, women and children. As the smoke cleared, there was nothing left of this nameless town or it's residents. But yet this was not a random attack, no this was a training mission for the newest members of his mob army. One of the clad cowards stepped forward and fired off the dark mark, then left.

Miles away a young man was startled awake by the sudden searing pain in his forehead where a scar lay in the form of a lighting bolt. You see this young man was not a normal teen. He was a wizard, a very powerful wizard. His name was Harry Potter. Like it happened every summer, he was force to live with his muggle family. Harry did his best to ignore the Dursleys and likewise they ignored him. The arrangement was fine with Harry. Every now and then they would actually include him in an a family event, only to be the "bell boy." On this particular day they were all going to the planetarium and of course Harry had to carry the heavy baggage. Harry laid back down rubbing his forehead when he heard the annoying sound of his uncle screaming about Owls and bloody letters.

"CATCH IT PETUNIA!" screamed Vernon

"I'm trying!" She replied

Harry walked down the stairs and was amused to see his Aunt and Uncle dancing around hopping, jumping trying to catch an overly hyperactive owl. He had to bit his lip to stop from laughing at the sight. So he decided to try something. Barking out a command the hyper owl rocketed off toward the black-haired youth.

Dear Harry,

Sorry mate but Dumbledore says you have to stay with those awful muggles just a little more. Mum is going spar that you have to stay there. Sorry. But she says as soon as he says ok that we can come and get you, just don't know when that will be sorry again. Everyone says hi. Well I have to go. Mum is calling me for dinner.

Ron

Well it was nice to hear from Ron but Harry was annoyed that they were still keeping him in the dark again. To make matters worse, his nightmares were getting increasing and he barely got more than four hours of sleep. The only people whom he contacted we in the Order and that was just to let them know that he was "Just fine."

Just before they left, a new owl flew through the window. One that Harry didn't recognize, but he recognized the handwriting on the letter it carried and it was from his friend Hermione Granger.

Dear Harry,

This is very urgent. I need your help. I haven't told Ron or Ginny where I'm at but, at the moment they would only be in the way at the moment. I sorry but it's true, I can't tell you where I'm at right now. But I really need your help please.

Hermione

Harry read the letter over and over again. Before deciding that Hermione needed help but didn't know her situation was possibly dire. So he ran down the stairs, to see Vernon standing in his way.

"Just where do you think your going?" He asked.

"Get the hell out of my way Uncle"

"NO! You have a bloody job to do!"

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY VERNON!"

"Who do you think?"

"Get your brat of son to carry everything. God knows the porker could use the exercise." Harry ran up the stairs with a plan. First he would write to Ron. Then he would write to Hermione and tell her he was on his way.

Ron,

I really don't care what Dumbledore really has to say right now, but I'm not going to headquarters for it is way out of the question. I'm going to live my life the way I want and Dumbledore be damned. By the time this letter reaches you I will have vanished but I will see you on the train on September the 1st. Don't be upset when you read this, for it really is Dumbledore's fault. He keeps information from me and it could have saved Sirius's life and spared you and everyone from suffering they injuries we had received in the Department of Mysteries. I will write again soon.

Harry.

With Hedwig and the other owl flying out the window, Harry packed up and prepared to leave the house and the guards that were stationed outside. He used his invisibility cloak to sneak past the Order member that was posted outside the house, thanking who the higher powers that Mad-Eye Moody wasn't on duty this day. Harry walked a few blocks and called for the Knight Bus. He paid Stan the fare and was soon standing in front of Hermione's home, which was fully engulfed in flames. He just stood there staring in shock at the flaming wreckage. He watched the emergency personal trying to put the fire. It soon became apparent that there was nothing that they could do. The house was lost.

"Excuse me, but can you tell me if the Granger's were home at the time?" He asked the neighbor.

"What's it to you?" the man said, giving Harry a suspicious look

"Well I'm a friend of Hermione we meet at school, and she invited me over for the day." Harry replied knowing full well that it was not true. He was worried for Hermione's safety especially after her letter.

"I'm afraid that I haven't even seen Hermione since last week when she came home. Dan told me she went to her uncles for the summer, just like last year. Dan and Emma were in the house when this happened, why show up now when she's not here?" The man asked with suspicion

"Well I got a phone call from her asking if I could come here today." Harry replied. Some thing was not right and he could feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck and decided to trust his instinct and left. He turned down the road and walked to a small alley way so he could call the Knight Bus, but was stopped by a familiar voice.

"So Potter, you came to find your precious mudblood girlfriend, well she wasn't home, but her filthy muggle parents were, and I did so enjoy hearing their agonizing screams as I tortured them. Do you want to know my favorite part? It was when I killed them." The cold voice of Lucius Malfoy came out from the side alley way, "Too bad the girl wasn't home, for it would have been a pleasure to show her what a filthy bitch like her was really used for."

"I'm going to kill you with my bare hand's Malfoy. If not for Hermione then her parents." What no one knew was that two days after Harry got home, he mourned the loss of his godfather Sirius Black who was killed in a fight by his cousin Bellatrix LaStange, in the Department of Mysteries. For that week and two days Harry blamed himself getting Black killed, but then realized that it really wasn't his fault but Dumbledore's and Voldemort's.

Malfoy sneered at Harry and asked, "What in the world makes you think that you can beat me?"

"Simple, we fight again just like in the Department of Mysteries and I kick your ass then kill you. Trust me, I have been seeing way too much of your bitch of a boss when he kills his victims, so let me ask you a question. Do you wish to die slowly or fast? It's your choice."

"Neither Avada Kadvra" Came a very familiar voice. Harry dived to the ground just in time to feel the Killing Curse pass over his head. Surprise was plastered on the older Malfoy's face as his own son's killing curse hit him square in the face. Harry turned around to face his nemesis who was in shock at whom he just killed.

"You know Draco I can kill with the same curse but it's too slow." Harry said.

"I will kill you Potter. I swear this."Malfoy screamed at Harry.

"I don't think so, Reducio!" Harry screamed out. Draco countered with a shield, in which he countered with a Killing Curse, Harry was diving to the right before the spell even left Draco's wand. With a roll Harry fired three curses in rapid succession praying that Draco shields would collapse before the third one landed, and he was too slow to cast a second shield. Luck was with Harry the second and third spells landed hitting the young man in the stomach and chest. Slowly Draco slumped down to the ground, he looked at Harry with shock. Harry watched his rival drown in his own pool of blood. As he turned to take his leave, a stunning curse from his left caught him very unaware. Before he collapsed into unconsciousness, the only thing he could see was a young woman dressed in a black tunic coming near him.

He awoke a few hours in a state of confusion. The last thing that he remembered was a woman hitting him with one hell of a stunning curse. Picking his glasses up off the table by his bed, he swung his legs over the side of the bed as he was standing up a small pop was heard. He looked to his left to see a smartly dressed house elf standing there.

"Oh good yous is ups sir. My mistress will be most pleased," said the house elf, and with that the little elf was gone.

"Harry you and I need to talk," came a very familiar voice. "I got your owl."

A/N: NO YOUR EYES DON'T DECEIVE YOU. THIS IS A REWRITE AS YOU CAN TELL I HAVE COMBINED TWO CHAPTERS INTO ONE AND CHANGES SOME THINGS AROUND. ENJOY.