This idea just popped into my head and I couldn't get it out so I had to write it.

Harry Potter had always felt that his parents were special – that he was special, so when he found out he was a wizard he didn't hesitate to leave with the half-giant Hagrid.

When Harry Potter looked up at the stars he would always get a niggling feeling in his heart that there was more out there then burning balls of gas. Harry always studied the solar system and galaxies discovered by scientists such as Ursa Major, Hydra one of a pair of spiral galaxies overlapping constellations. On especially rough nights at the Dursley's Harry would look up at the night sky towards the Hydra constellations one visible star Alphard.

Harry always related to the star Alphard because of its nickname 'the solitary one'. They were both alone.

While gazing at the star he would 'talk' to the star and tell it everything that bothered him, he would even tell Alphard stories he dreamt of. Stories about a red-haired women and a man with wire-rimmed glasses and messy hair, they would have the most amazing adventures with a man in a red bowtie aboard an impossible machine.

For some reason Harry believed without a doubt that the red-haired woman and the man with wire-rimmed glasses were his mother and father. He can't explain why he just knows it, knows it in his heart.

As Harry enters Hogwarts and learns how to control his magical abilities and learns about himself and his parents, he also learns about Voldemort the man who killed his parents.

In his first year, Harry asks the Headmaster, Dumbledore about the man in the red bowtie, the man his parents traveled with.

"I'm sorry Harry I don't recall your parents travelling with a man of that description."

Dumbledore doesn't know but Harry, he knows it happened, he knows the man in the red bowtie exists.

He asks the Weaslys and they say the same thing they'd never heard of him or seen him.

Harry reaches his third year, he still wonders about his parents and the strange man that nobody knows.

When Harry returns to the Wizarding World and hears about Sirius Black he is enraged – how could this man their best friend betray them, sell them out to…to Voldemort. It was all he could do to not curse everything in sight. His friends Hermione and Ron tried to calm him down but he just couldn't anymore- he stormed off leaving them at the Shrieking Shack. Where was the man in the red bow tie.

Professor Lupin offers Harry a chance to learn the Patronus charm just in case he met another Dementor. Harry is grateful for the chance, but he also hopes for a chance to ask about the strange man nobody knows but him.

Spring comes and Harry begins to learn the Patronus charm he struggles with it at first using the memory of his first time on a broom. Then he uses a stronger memory, the one of his mother, father, and the man with the red bowtie. His Patronus comes out almost corporeal when he uses that memory. It brings a smile to his face.

He asks Lupin about the man in the bow tie, the man from his dreams.

"Professor did my mum and dad ever travel with a man who wore a red bow tie."

"A man who wears a red bow tie…I don't think so Harry. Why did you-"

"Never mind Professor, thanks" He said interrupting the Professor.

Sirius was standing next to Buckbeak about to take off. Harry had so many questions whizzing about in his head, questions about his parents. What were they like? What did they like? Why did they die? Am I like them? Out of all of those crucial questions on arose top most in his mind, even though he already knew he would get the same answer as before. He didn't care thought he had to ask.

Sirius jumped up on the Hippogriffs back, grabbing the chains preparing.

"Wait, Sirius just…one question, one question," Harry said stepping forward.

"Yeah, pup anything you want," Sirius said

"Do you know a man who wears a red bow tie…I think my parents traveled with him. I know what you're thinking, it's a stupid question…it's just I get this feeling like I know him and that my parents knew him, I don't know and I'm sorry I'm babbling now." He said running a nervous hand threw his unruly hair.

"It's okay, pup I know what you mean…about the feeling like you know someone bit though. Well, I can't say that James and Lily had any friends who wore bowties at least not any wizards, maybe he was muggle," Sirius said a slight frown on his rugged face, disappointed at not being able to answer his godsons question.

"That's okay Sirius I didn't think you'd know anyway," Harry said looking down and then smiling at his godfather he bid him farewell.

Another year passed and he was in fourth year. At the Feast Dumbledore announced that the Triwizard Tournament would be hosted at Hogwarts that year. Since the Tournament was notorious for being brutal an age restriction was being placed on it. Which was just fine for Harry since it meant Harry couldn't enter not that he would've in the first place. The tournament was dangerous and Harry already had enough excitement to last him a lifetime.

As it turned out Fate decided that he couldn't miss out on all of the fun and entered him in the tournament.

Which lands him in the current situation, standing in a room with three other Champions all with similar expression of disbelief and to be honest he didn't blame them; he didn't quite believe it himself. He hadn't entered himself in the tournament.

Fire-breathing dragon

Check

Homicidal Merpeople

Check

Two tasks down one to go Harry thought. How hard could a maze be, just rush in finish the maze get it over with, the end.

Harry stood shuffling from one foot to the other, waiting for the signal to go out the stadium, towards the maze. He was extremely nervous. Throughout the entire year he feel his scar prickling, he knew someone had put his name in the Goblet but not who, the whole thing reeked of Voldemort. Even though he didn't want to admit it he knew if Voldemort was going to make his move it would be now, during the last task.

The signal came and it was time.

Harry pulled in a rasping breath, pain shooting up his arm where Pettigrew had carved into it.

Harry looked at the Death Eaters in front of him through bleary eyes, everything was blurry. His scar was searing, tearing at the seam.

Voldemort was saying something he couldn't tell what, he was just so numb.

Finally Voldemort noticed him, sneering he approached him. Thinking himself invincible now, his blood running in the other man's veins now, he can hurt him now. His mother's blood can't protect him now.

Pain all he could feel was pain, he felt like was being split in two. Harry fought to keep his eyes open against the pain, his vision blurring, his eyes beginning to roll back into his head.

Then he saw them: the stars. Above in the sky, immediately he searched frantically for the correct star. There, there it was barely outside of his range of vision. The Solitary One, Alphard. Harry locks his gaze on the star focusing on it, on anything but the pain. For a while it's just him and 'the solitary one', nothing else. Then:

Voldemort releases him landing him on all fours making pain burst in his arm. His body moves on its own, now he has to duel to the death.

He doesn't know how he did it, he just knows he did. But if you ever asked he'd probably say he didn't think he'd survive.

As the boy lay in the hospital bed all he could think of was the future and what it held now that Voldemort had returned.

There was no turning back now.

He was going to do this. In honor of his mother and father, Voldemort wasn't going to win. Ever.

He had left him or was it the other way around. Harry had failed them, he'd gotten them injured. It was his fault – Harry Potters fault and now killed someone – gotten somebody killed. Lead him into a trap.

A trap meant for a foolish boy – a Gryffindor fool that goes running into trouble without a thought. A Gryffindor fool that has no idea what he's doing. A Gryffindor fool that gets his godfather killed.

His godfather, Sirius Black was Harry Potters only family, now dead, fallen through the veil.

Harry didn't care what others told him about nobody being able to do anything – it wasn't his fault. To him the whole thing had been his entire fault. If he hadn't followed that vision and been fooled by Voldemort. Sirius would still be alive. None of his friends would be hurt.

He'd given him a mission to complete – to destroy the Horcruxes. Destroy the Horcruxes then destroy Voldemort. There was just one thing Harry couldn't understand – is why the man who gave him the mission couldn't be there with him – why couldn't he have lived to complete it with him.

Why did Dumbledore let Malfoy disarm him, why? Harry couldn't understand. Why did Dumbledore let this happen, he knew Dumbledore could have easily prevented this. Yet, the only thing he bothered preventing was Harry interfering.

Stunning him and disillusioning him – he couldn't move or be seen. Watching every painful second – watching the strongest man in the Wizarding World give himself up. Harry strained his entire body trying to break free, fighting against the spell – it was no use though. Dumbledore was much too strong.

Harry was helpless to watch as Dumbledore's body toppled over the railings, falling from the tower.

Harry kneeled down next to Dumbledore his body supine arms spread eagle. Harry reached out a hand brushing away the headmasters silver hair. A tear escaped the boy's eyes, he swiped the tear away. Looking around Harry say the wands raise…lit up. Harry looked up to the sky lighting his own wand. He looked intently at the stars finding His star 'the solitary one'.

He gave the star a nod. The mission he was going to complete it.

Harry landed on his feet, thoughts swirling in his mind after seeing Snapes memories. Snape loved his mother and had protected him the whole time. Snape died while protecting him, the snake suffocating him.

Now he knows that he has to die or Voldemort will never die 'neither can live while the other survives'.

With no other choice Harry slipped out of the office walking with purpose in the direction of the Great Hall, his whole body tense and ready for what he was headed for.

Harry walked down the steps of the Entrance Hall Hermione and Ron sitting on the top step. He walked past they both looked, Hermione stood about to say something perhaps to say something, stop him.

Harry left.

The resurrection stone was held firmly in his hand the translucent form of his parents smiling in front of him. He asked if it would be painful Sirius, his godfather, just grinned and said it was just like taking a nap.

Harry smiled at them reassured, if only slightly. Harry forward toward the entrance of the clearing, he dropped it before he entered. He was going to ask about the man with the red bow tie, but couldn't. He wanted those last moments with his parents Sirius, and Remus, to just be them. He also didn't want to hear them say that they didn't know who he was – that he didn't exist.

So, he let it drop. If he was going to die anyway what did the answer matter?

Harry entered the clearing, he could hear Voldemort talking – confident that Harry was going to show – his back facing Harry, well here he was. Voldemort turned a bizarre look of glee adorning his pale face. Harry figured it was because Voldemort had guessed right and he had shown up or that he was about kill him. Didn't really matter to though since he was about to die.

Voldemort stood squarely in front of Harry telling him how he had basically won the war and blah blah blah. He was this and that. Harry just waited until he was done tensing when Voldemort pointed 'his' wand at him. Harry stared at it, it was strange seeing Dumbledore's wand pointed at him, with the intent to kill him.

Then: Avada Kedavra!

Harry didn't know what it felt like to die; he especially didn't know what it felt like to die via killing curse. But he was pretty sure from what he had seen; this was definitely not what it was supposed to feel like.

His whole body felt like it was on fire, ripping apart. Everything was on fire his insides, skin, eyes, teeth, everything burning. Then all he could see was fire – if you could call it seeing.

Then there was one last burst of pain and it was over.

The Death Eaters and Voldemort stared. He had hit Potter with the killing curse and then: he started glowing and burst into golden flames. They watched dumbstruck as the golden waves came off of him and then they stopped.

Potter was gone another person in his place, a man.

They all stood staring the Death Eaters and Voldemort staring at this new development. The man stared back at them. Then he blinked and smiled.

"Hi"