So this is an idea that came to me and I have fallen in love with the story in my head. admittedly it keeps taking different turns in my head so I don't know how often I will update or how long this will end up being. I would love to get reviews back on this and response on what you all think.

Chapter 1

Harry sighed as he walked down the street. His thoughts were in a whirlwind that he could barely process them.

This morning Harry had gotten four glaring letters when he had come down for breakfast. Kreacher had simply glared back at the letters and mumbled about disturbing his precious master's hiding.

Harry hadn't really appreciated that comment. He wasn't hiding, he was simply recuperating on his own.

After the war he had only been able to spend a few days with the Weasley's before everything became too much. Between their mourning the loss of Fred and the constant bombardment of owls from well-wishers and fans, Harry had never felt more out of place.

He had needed his own space to sort out his own problems. Voldemort was finally gone and he was free to live his own life without that threat hanging over him. But he was also dealing his own way with all the losses this war had cost him.

After he had finally been given time to let go and live, he became acutely aware that he was alone. Sure he had the Weasley's and Hermione, and they were close, but those who he had truly considered family were gone.

Sirius had died three years ago, and he had just lost Remus and Tonks. He hadn't even known it at the time, but it was even hitting him hard losing Snape. And that was something that he would have never thought would happen.

Those people were the last of his family and the idea that they were gone was a numbing feeling.

Harry realized that he still had Teddy, but he had not been able to bring himself to visit the boy yet. Teddy was only a baby, a few weeks old, but he was Remus's and even thinking about the boy brought the pain of loss.

In his isolation he had been out a few times, mainly when Kingsley had demanded he come to the ministry to attend the Death Eater trials. Harry was thankful that he hadn't been called to too many of them. He was glad however that he had been able to attend the Malfoy's trails.

He may not have been able to do anything for Lucius, but he had been able to help Narcissa and Draco with his testimony. Lucius had been sentenced to life in Azkaban, however Narcissa and Draco's sentences had been fairly light.

Since Narcissa had not really been too involved or marked had been given house arrest for 3 years. Draco, since he had been marked under threat to his parents while still underage was being monitored. He was required to go back to Hogwarts for the repeat year McGonagall was allowing since education last year had been so poor. Draco would also have to have regular checks with an Auror official regularly, but as long as he behaved and kept his grades up he would be fine. Until the school year started he was on house arrest with his mother, only allowed out on occasion. after school he would be on house arrest again for another six months before his probation started and he was able to move around on his own, only having to check in with his Auror officer regularly.

It had been Harry's defense of him at everything the court had tried to throw at him that saved the other. Seeing the look of relief on Draco's face when he had been told his verdict had really struck something within Harry. He was immensely glad that he had been able to help Draco.

After the trial Draco had approached Harry and thanked him for talking in his defense. He knew that it would not have gone over as well for him had Harry not spoken up for him and his mother. Seeing how much Malfoy's pride had been wounded during the war and the effort it must had taken him to approach Harry, Harry had found the only thing he could do was nod and accept his thanks.

Holding out his hand that day to Malfoy and seeing the surprise and pleasure the gesture had gotten made Harry feel like the that had been one of the best decisions he had made in a long time. It had been a growing idea for years that he was tired of fighting with Malfoy, it had been a relieving experience to put it behind him.

But that had been the last time Harry had seen Draco, really the last time he had seen anyone from the wizarding world. Done with the trials Kingsley had wanted him to attend, Harry had retreated back to Grimmauld Place.

Fixing up the place had been greatly therapeutic for him and he had revealed in the chance to do something for himself for once. The only company had been Kreacher and Winky, who he had taken on after seeing how the loss of Dobby affected her.

But after a while being alone in the house with two house elves was starting to get to him. Adding the letters he had received this morning, Harry had found it soothing to go out and sort his thoughts during a walk.

He knew who they were all from and had known what they would contain as soon as he had opened them. One was from the ministry, Kingsley letting him know that a spot would be held open for him in Auror training. The only problem with that was he didn't really know if he still wanted to be an Auror.

And there in lie the issue with one of the other letters. McGonagall had sent him a letter saying he was invited back to Hogwarts to take his seventh year. She mentioned how it would be good to have a calm year for once and for him to find out what he wanted and the direction he wanted to go in. Get a better hold on who he was before jumping out into the world.

He was torn on what he wanted. Still unsure of the first, but also unsure about going back. It would be nice to go back, but he didn't want all the staring that was sure to accompany him when back at school. the only comfort was that it would be less than in the wizarding community at the moment.

There was also a letter from Andromeda letting him know that she understood he would be in a bit of position at the moment. She told him how she would feel more comfortable for now raising Teddy, as Harry was still young, she as the grandmother would like to raise him for the moment. Plus, Teddy was still a newborn and she understood how challenging raising one could be. She didn't want to keep Harry from Teddy however, so he was welcome to visit anytime to get to know the boy. As godfather, Harry understood that she was closer family and she had just lost her daughter and son-in-law, she didn't want to lose her grandson also. But this just brought Harry back to his earlier point of feeling alone.

The last letter hadn't seemed to help. A seemingly joint letter from Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, the majority of it seemed like they were just ranting at him. Ron was asking him if he planned on going to the Auror academy and that he had already accepted. He had talked to Kingsley and found out Harry had not accepted yet. Ron wanted to know what he was waiting for.

Hermione was the exact opposite, she wanted him to go back to school, demanded almost and said that it was still important to get their NEWT's and she was trying to get Ron to come back also. Ron apparently would only come back if Harry did.

Ginny's was the worst. Demanding to know why he had up and left with no word to her. Why has he not contacted her at all. Were they getting back together again? She even told him to come back to school that way they finally had time to be a proper couple without the war hanging over them.

That last one was really cutting it. He had already been thinking about his relationship with Ginny. They had never talked about getting back together after the war, Ginny almost assuming that they would. Being by himself and thinking, he was coming to admit he didn't particularly want to get back together with her. He had changed during the war, and his feelings for her were not the same. Sure he cared about her, but more as a friend or sister.

Harry sighed again, this was all a bit much to be thinking about at one time.

"STOP DADDY NO!" Turning at the sudden shout Harry's gaze was drawn across the street to a flash of flaying yellow.

A young boy, no older than 3 or 4 at the most, was struggling with the grip his father has on his arm.

"Enough Alex!"

"NO! Don't take me away daddy! I be good, promise." The boy yells tears streaming down his cheeks.

"No! I've had enough of your freakishness and freakish behavior. I can't put up with it any longer. You're going to an orphanage and that's final." The man said getting angry.

Harry froze on the spot. The words Freak resounding in his head like a bad echo.

"NO!" the boy yelled. Harry's eyes widened as he could slightly feel the struggle of the boy's magic. With that last yell the father stumbled back as if pushed.