Harry stared at the two persons in front of him. His parents were alive? He quickly schooled his face in a happy mask and ran to jump in his mother's arms. His mother caught him and she and his father wrapped around him, pretending to love him.

Why would they leave him with abusive Dursleys if they loved him? Of course, the Dursleys weren't as bad as some people Harry had heard about, but no child should sleep in a cupboard for ten years. Especially not if there was enough room in the house. And he hardly got enough food to grow up properly, which was why he was so small.

But he would be seventeen soon. He could make sure he had beaten Voldemort before that and then leave his parents again when he was old enough. His dream would then be his to live.

"I know you have only just met with us, son, but we think it's best if you start training for the war instead of going to your sixth year at Hogwarts." Lily said, looking concerned at her son who was eating breakfast at the small table in their kitchen.

Harry nodded, but did not speak because of the food in his mouth.

Lily turned around with a smile and flipped the eggs she was making for her husband.

Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead as he watched his ever-happy father enter the training room. He ducked just in time to miss Shacklebolt's hex and threw back his own curses.

"Don't get distracted, Potter! You can't afford it!"

No Harry thought: You can't afford it. What would you do if you'd loose your saviour boy? You'd loose the war because you were too busy hiding behind me to take care of your own problems! He snarled and cast more curses at the man.

"Good morning, James" Tonks greeted: "Had a good night sleep?"

James laughed: "Yes, I only woke up around ten thirty, how long have they been at it?"

"Since six o'clock this morning" Tonks said. "We took a break around ten, and we switch fighters now and then. That kid has gotten pretty good."

Harry just then proved her words by hitting Kingsley with a slamming curse, making him rock against the wall and slump down at the bottom of it. "Lunch?" he asked.

"First beat me, sonny" Moody growled.

Harry gritted his teeth, and sighed, but readied his wand.

The Final battle was dark and gruesome. The seventeen year old looked around. Of course Voldemort would choose Halloween to strike. Harry gritted his teeth and dodged falling bodies to head for his target. He patted the portkey he had in the pocket of his jeans. He was wearing robes over them, because the wizards wanted him to, but they were more in the way than anything else.

"VOLDEMORT!" he shouted towards the wizard who immediately turned around and smirked at him.

Instead of speaking the wizard shot a curse with red light towards him. Harry grinned, apparated to a spot more of the side and began slowly leading Voldemort away from the fight.

Harry watched heavily panting as Voldemort's body crumpled and turned to dust. Harry pulled off his robes and dropped them on the pile before getting out his portkey from his pocket. With one last look at the direction of the fight Harry tore off the necklace around his neck, dropped it and whispered: "Safe haven." He was whisked away before any of the wizards could reach him.

The woman in the line quickly looked away from the teenager who had just entered the line behind her. She disapproved of those rebel teenagers. He had blue hair with black streaks and leather boots. His thight jeans ended inside those boots and he was wearing a leather jacket with a black shirt with some sort of hellish monster on it.

The boy's green eyes sparkled as he hummed along with the music from his iPod. Europe, watch out.

Okay, just something that I came up with XD

Hope you liked it!

Lady K. Malfoy