The Idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while and I want to know what you think. (Warning: the start is an info-dump)

I also plan on making Zero money off of this. Please do not Sue me.


It was a naive thought he now realized, but he tried nonetheless. He got out of bed that day early, hopeful that he could to one thing right. If only he could do one thing right maybe he would be treated like Dudley, if he could do one thing right maybe he would get a room. If he could do one thing right- Looking back on it now he was grateful that this day had come, because at the age of eight Harry had learned a valuable lesson, but more on that later. After he got out of bed he dressed himself and tried his hardest to tame his hair, to little avail, then began to prepare breakfast.

He started with the bacon, and took exquisite care not to burn any of the pieces. Then the eggs, given the perfect mix of seasoning and cheese. Finally the pancakes, for Dudley of course, he timed his turns on the griddle so that each one was a beautiful golden brown. The table was almost set, and he was flipping the final pancake when...

She came down.

"Good morning Aunt Petunia I-" Harry started,

"Vernon! The freak has attempted to poison us!" Petunia shrieked.

"No! I just-" Harry began.

"You prepare food while we are sleeping, very suspicious boy." Vernon deemed what Harry had to say in his defense unnecessary as he cocked his hand back and slapped Harry across the face.

He couldn't remember if it was precisely this moment that he learned his lesson or if it was during hours he spend crying in his broom cupboard later that day, and to him it didn't matter. He learned his lesson well. It doesn't matter whether or not you try to do the right thing or not, people will hate you for it either way. He decided that all he could do was look out for himself. For if people will hate you no matter what, you might as well be hated for doing what you want to do instead of for what he believed was right.

The next three years were much easier for Harry. He was full of resolve to better himself, to prepare himself for the life that lay ahead of him, whatever it may be. He spent time at the library learning everything that he thought of import, from slight of hand to foreign languages.

When Harry was 10 he collected his first trophy. His cousin Dudley had desperately wanted a golden chain for some reason or another. He had come very near to throwing a fit when Petunia initially shot the idea down. However, as per usual all Dudley had to do was a little acting to get what he wanted. After a week of ownership Dudley "lost" it. While Dudley was whining to Petunia and Vernon, Harry was put the golden rope on his neck. It was cool and heavy on his chest, as he had to hide it under his shirt.

His eleventh birthday came and his world was completely turned upside down. Not entirely for the better. That is not to say discovering you were a "B" list celebrity and had a small fortune in your trust account alone wasn't wonderful, which it was, but he was presented with a whole new world of problems. Like the fact that an entire faction of the government hated you and a not-dead-but-not-quite-alive killer might be after him, but initially the benefits outweighed the risks. However being the cynical person he was he assumed that there was a killer on the loose and after him. Which made his need for knowledge on magic no longer a novelty but matter of life and death.

However when he deduced that previously mentioned killer whom also killed his parents was inhabiting one of the Professors at his school, well vengeance was something he wanted. Vengeance for his parents would be what he told the headmaster but really he wanted vengeance for himself. After all if his parents had been alive then he would have never been sent to Vernon and Petunia (he refused to refer to them as 'aunt' or 'uncle'). Also fancy rock he took was an added bonus. His second trophy.

There were also two idiots that insisted on accompanying him during this entire thing. As to why he had no idea, they had just latched onto him on the train ride, and never left him alone since. He was regretting allowing them into his compartment on the train. However if it came down to it, he supposed, he could use them as meat shields.

His second year he was bored. All his classes were too easy he was years ahead on the material and the only class that was somewhat challenge was potions and that was because the teacher actively attempted to sabotage him. Harry did not mind though, he welcomed the challenge. So in his boredom he decided to try his hand at detective work. He was able to deduce that it was a basilisk coming from what he assumed to be the chamber of secrets. Earlier in the year it had become apparent that his ability to speak to snakes was unusual even for the magical world, which had been explained to him by Ron (convincing Harry that keeping Ron and Hermione around was a good idea because they would know details about the magical world that he had overlooked in his studies). He triangulated an approximate location as to where the chamber could be located. After that he simply snake charmed his way in, saved the girl trapped by the monster and stabbed a book. He also got a Goblin-Made sword out of the deal. His third trophy.

Not to shabby. If he did say so himself.

Harry's third year was much more boring than the previous year. However he did receive an interesting map from Ron's older brothers (another instance where his friendship payed off) to take as his fourth trophy. There was also a murderer on the loose but personally, Harry considered the things used to keep the murderer out much more dangerous. Not that the dementors were a threat to him as he had mastered the patronus in his first year.

Which brings him to where he is now.

Harry is pretty sure he is quite literally dead.

Typically Harry could talk himself out of just about any situation but even he had to admit this one was pretty compromising.

Him with a bloody Irish long sword in one hand and the other...

More on that later.

Harry had always been a light sleep, it had never been a necessity for him, but he was glad to be so nonetheless. When Harry woke up to screams he thought nothing of it and turned over to go back to sleep, but as he listened he realized they were not screams of elation, they were screams of terror. He instantly got up and automatically grabbed a pair of shoes and strapped the sword of Gryffindor.

"What's going on" Harry asked Arthur as he rushed in.

"I don't know, whatever it is, its not the Irish. Wake Ron we need to leave." Arthur said hurriedly leaving the room to wake the girls.

"Ron! wake up!" Harry said, shaking Ron awake.

"C'mon Harry, five more minutes-" Ron whined.

"No! This is serious we need to leave." Ron took him at his word, and got up and they left the tent, Ron not even wearing shoes. When the got there Hermione and Ginny were in various states of dress. It was obvious that Ginny has slept in her clothes and Hermione was in her pajamas and slippers. He sighed, but conceded that he probably lost his right to judge in that instance for he was lacking a shirt.

"You four, go hide in the forest, we're going to help the Ministry" Mr Weasley ordered in a rare display of his ability to take charge of a situation.

"Go!" And they ran. They shoved their way through people and foliage. They continued until they found a clearing and stopped, mainly for Ginny's benefit as she had yet to begin puberty and was less developed than the rest of them. Another girl stumbled into the clearing, her hair disheveled and her nightclothes torn in places.

"They are coming you run!" She screamed. French Harry stopped and observed, she had the stereotypical French look, she wore blue, had blue eyes, blonde hair- the whole thing. She wore a golden signet ring on her left hand, old money if he had to guess. Her hysterical look showed that this was probably her first time under this kind of stress. Her eyes were clouding with tears at the edges, the mobs of people would overwhelm her if she stayed alone.

"Ron go, take Hermione and Ginny and get out of here." Harry ordered, Ron knowing that not doing as Harry said could have near fatal consequences in situations like this.

"What about you?" Ginny asked.

"A few drunk idiots scared of even spending a minute with a dementor, I'll be fine. Can't say the same for this one though, what's the worst that could happen?" Harry asked brushing off her concern.

Harry wasn't paying attention to her and thus didn't hear when she said quietly "I could lose you."

The young woman was sobbing quietly during the entire exchange. When they left he went to her side,

"What is wrong little bird? Scared. You should be. Your father's money won't save you here." He started softly and ended harshly. Much to his surprise, as he had expected the sobs to increase at that point, they did not, instead they stopped. Then he heard a snap on the ground behind him. He spun swiftly and a flash of silver flew in front of him. His slash with the sword of Griffindor instantly decapitated the mask wearing man. He was correct in his hypothesis, he could smell the alcohol on him from here. Two more silver-masks approached from behind the first one Harry instinctively blocked a sickly green spell with the sword of Griffindor, then a second spell that was a nasty purple in color. The he rushed behind one of the silver-masks just as the other one aimed a curse at him as he was moving. Harry then shoved the silver-mask he was behind into the curse causing him to explode with blood and gore, causing the Little Bird to shriek loudly. While the remaining silver mask was recovering from killing his friend Harry took the time to stab him in the chest.

He collapsed on the floor and would bleed out in a few minutes.

Harry turned towards the Little Bird, bloody sword in hand just as the Aurors were apperating in. He ducked just in time to avoid the stunners. He got back up to see a sickly green curse flying at him. Then Everything went to black.


How is that for a start, eh? I know it is a little short but more may/may not be coming so do not worry.