Hello, I am new to writing fanfiction. I got inspired by this one story by SingDarkly called Wishes Come True and thought I would try to write my version. There will be a lot of similarities in the beginning, but will be entirely my own after a few chapters. The story I was inspired from was short. I am not a professional writer and am only doing this for fun. I hope you like it. I do not own the Harry Potter Universe.

Chapter 1

It was finally over. In the end it wasn't enough to just fight on hope and misguided advice. The world lay at the feet of darkness. They had lost the war for the Wizarding world, there were no more chances, there was no one left to fight. They had hunted for months, went hungry for weeks, without rest, on the hope that it would finally be over after the last remaining horcrux was destroyed. So many unnecessary deaths followed at the start of the Hogwarts Battle. People he would never get to see again, for once the first curse was thrown, they had stood no chance. Everyone had looked in shock as they were over taken by Voldemort's massive army. No one was prepared for this, they were just children. Even with the Order, there was no chance at stopping them. Harry had sacrificed himself as the memories told him to do so. Dumbledore had implied it was the only way. But it wasn't. Nothing had happened. He came back to life but he lost. He had been captured after his fight with Voldemort and thrown into this cell where time just passed by. After all, it was his world now. He had won, and with his triumph came what people for their rest of their lives will call the day of the damned.

Harry pulled out of his memories and looked up. He was in this cell, bloodied, bruised, the floor beneath him stone cold making him shiver. This is what happened to the Boy Who Lived, who he has been made to be for the rest of his life. He was no beacon of hope, no golden boy. Thinking back to the events, he felt a bubble of anger surge through him at his naïve self. Dumbledore had deceived him, the prophecy had been a fake, and forced by his hands. Merely a tool to bring death to those who stood in his way, like his parents, Sirius, and his friends. It hurt.

Footsteps echoed bringing him to look up. Voldemort now stood in front of him. Clothes to the brim in black and silver. He looked like a conqueror, his face held that same twinkle Dumbledore use to have, evil in the way he was smiling down at him.

"My dear Harry, how are you today? I hope these accommodations are still to your liking. I heard you were the talk of the party last weekend. They loved your screams. Shall we discuss my proposal? My offer still stands Mr. Potter, join me in eradicating the last of those who dare defy me, and to bring the rest of the world to a new era and I shall give you a place at my side. You will have power and respect. You will have freedom." Voldemort said with the same twinkling look that Dumbledore used to have.

"NEVER, KILL ME COWARD! I Would rather die than ever join you" Harry Spat out. Looking straight into his eyes defiantly trying to force his hand on him. Death could not come any sooner. He had nothing to live for after all. Ron was dead, he had betrayed them for years and turned on him only to be killed by his beloved master. Hermione…sweet Hermione. She had never left his side. She was his rock, his best friend, his everything. Her screams of agony still haunted him. Remembering that day when Ron showed his side. He took her, and forced himself on her. To others. It was his fault.

"I gave you a chance Mr. Potter, don't ever forget that. AVADA KEDAVRA"

Relief flooded him for those few milliseconds. Then nothing. Who knew the adventure that awaited him.