Disclaimer: as much as I'd love it to be true, it isn't. Harry Potter is not mine, the plot is mine, any new characters I create, is mine, but my beloved Harry Potter is not mine..tear..

A/N: This is the prologue and takes place 4 months after where the actual story will start, its necessary that I put this here. PLEASE REVIEW! And no flames to those of you with nothing nice or constructive to say.. This will be short, but the chappies are longer 3

Waking up had never before been as much of a problem for Harry Potter. Well, not until a certain June 8th, 1997. He felt like hell every day and had absolutely no real reason to wake up, and yet, his body forced him to. It seemed as though it did it purely out of spite, just to mock him in his misery. He was hardly eating, and yet was never truly hungry.

Reluctantly, Harry somehow always managed to find the energy to get up. He did so right then. He sat in a comfy chair about 2 yards from the bed. There on the desk, was a blank piece of parchment. He'd been trying for days now to write a letter to Hermione, letting her know he was alive and well. He grabbed a quill and ink and sat there. Harry waited, seeing if today would be the day that the words would come to him. He hadn't the slightest idea as to what to say to her anymore.

As though struck by a lightning bolt of inspiration he lowered the quill to the paper and began to write. The writing was slow at first, but the Harry allowed himself to get everything he needed into it. He signed his name at the bottom only half-heartedly.

Sighing, he picked up the parchment once it dried. He debated on reading it, and finally came to the conclusion that he should.

Hermione,

..How are you? I-I'm holding up. I guess.. I've tried countless times to write to you but never knew what I should say to you, or anyone else for that matter. For all I know, you all resent me for what happened. I wouldn't blame you one bit if you did, seeing as it is my fault. Anyways, I know its been three months and all, but I'm not sure if now is the right time for me to come back. Let's face it, I can't leave until I accept what happened, and I have yet to completely do that. I doubt any of you have either.. Send my love to everyone. You will see me soon, I'm not sure how soon, but well, I just need time to heal.

All my Love,

Harry

Harry looked over his shoulder at his aging owl. She knew it was time to fly something, and welcomed the chance to leave this place. "Take this to Hermione." Harry instructed her. He reached out and smoothed out the feathers on top of Hedwig's head. She nibbled his finger affectionately and then flew out the window.

Harry stood up and turned. His dresser was virtually empty, save for a few pictures. His gaze rested on one in particular. He felt a lump form in his throat and his eyes began to water. He wiped the tears away and turned the photo upside down.

He trudged over to his trunk and removed his father's old cloak. He placed it around his shoulder's making sure no part of himself was showing and sat in the darkest corner in the room. He let himself think and cry and wallow. He needed to do this only when he was invisible, because invisible was all he saw himself to be anymore.

A/N: So there you have it, my prologue. First chapter should be up within a week; I will try my hardest to get a chapter up every week. Just be patient with me and review like it's the last thing on Earth you can do. It is greatly appreciated. LOVE FROM, ELIZABETH SPARROW 3.