Prologue
Pain. Unfathomable pain. The coursing feeling of despair pulsed through his body with unmerciful consistency. The sensation gave a white hot pulse and he started to see his life. He saw his horrid existence at his Aunt and Uncle Dursley's home. Harry saw a large profile break down a door and reveal the truth about his past. The faces and situations of Harry's first friends floated across his mind. He saw the rugged face of his Godfather. A thrill of fear racked his body as he recalled the return of Lord Voldemort. He stared at his shiny new Captain's badge. Felt his stomach drop as he kissed Ginny in the euphoria of winning the Quidditch Cup. Felt disbelief as he watched Dumbledore fall over the ramparts of the Astronomy Tower. He re-experienced the elation of destroying the last Horcrux after searching for so long and the feeling of strength as his adult powers blossomed. His chest seemed heavy with the exhaustion of a duel that ended with him standing over Voldemort's dead body. He relived the happy day when Ginny Weasley wore a white dress and became Ginny Potter. He saw his greatest ambi-
"I never thought that I would have to do this to you, Harry," and there was a long pause and a sigh, "but you had to STAND IN MY WAY!"
And then the pain subsided.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: Yeah, I don't think I'm finishing my other story. Maybe my romance, but the other one is kinda pointless now that HBP is out, so………… sorry. I'll finish it later when this story is done. I just had a great plot development sprout inside my head when I was finishing my re-read of HBP, so I had to write a story. I will be replying to reviews and will be happy to R&R anything that my reviewers ask me to. This story will be a lot less "seat-of-my-pants" then the last one was. I have some definite direction this time in other words- not just a beginning, an end, and a small man trying to figure out how to bridge the gap. Well, my A-N is getting longer than my prologue, so I'll leave you till next time.