Disclaimer: anything you see that is recognizable does not belong to me, but J.k.R. Sadly I am not her nor will I ever own Harry potter.

Summary: This is Harry's fifth year a little bit different. What if Voldemort decided to be a little more active toward Harry in trying to kill him? What if this caused Harry to get sucked into a whole different world than what he could have imagined? AU! I stink at summaries.

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Harry had no idea what he was doing. He was running away from his cousin Dudley and he had no idea where he was going. Harry had spent most of his summer locked up in his room. Harry mainly kept to himself but was forced to do some of his aunt and uncle's biding. He had been struck with grief ever since Cedric had been murdered by Lord Voldemort and has dreams every night about the graveyard and the rebirthing of Lord Voldemort. Uncle Vernon would shout at him to 'shut his trap' or he would really give Harry 'something to scream about.' Harry didn't care. Harry knew that his Uncle Vernon would never lay a finger on Harry for fear that those 'freaks' would come and blast them away. Now, Harry was mostly terrorized by Dudley and his friends. They felt pleasure in chasing Harry around the neighborhood park. Dudley and his friends were screaming at him.

"Running away again, Potter!"

Harry didn't care about running away; he didn't feel like five on one. Harry finally came to a stop just outside the park.

"Glad you could keep up, Dudley. Usually you stop off after thirty seconds and eat something," Harry shouted. He always felt good throwing puns at Dudley. It helped take away all the pain of the past years. So many people had died because of him. Harry's parents and now Cedric had suffered death because of him. Dudley stepped closer to him.

"Shut up Potter! You can't escape all of us. Why don't you just come here and accept what's coming to you!"

"No thanks Dudders, I think I'll pass." Harry noticed Dudley flinch when the name his mother called him was spoken in front of his friends.

"What's wrong Duddykins, don't like the name your dear mummy calls you."

"I don't know what you're talking about Potter. Not that you would know anything about a 'mummy' would you?" All of Dudley's friends started laughing. It made Harry sick to watch all of Dudley's obnoxious gang acting so pathetic. They always followed his cousin around. Beating up ten year olds while telling their parents they were out for tea or doing homework.

"Your pathetic mother is dead!" All of Dudley's gang began to laugh and snicker.

Harry felt a strong emotion rising in him. It was anger. No it wasn't anger it was wrath! Harry reached into his back pocket and was about to pull out his wand when he realized he didn't have it! Harry ran over to Dudley and looked like he was about to kill him. Wand or not he was not going to take Dudley get away with insulting his mother.

"Not so tough now are you Potter!"

Harry was about to reply when his scar suddenly felt as if it was on fire. Harry clutched his hand to his forehead and called out in pain. He had felt this kind of pain before. He knew exactly what he pain in his scar meant.

"Dudley, run!" Harry shouted.

Dudley's friends suddenly were screaming and started running. Harry couldn't quite see what was happening. The pain in his scar was overwhelming. Harry finally started to look up. When he did, Harry really wished he hadn't.

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Alright please review! And go easy on me, this is my first story. Give your comments. The more I get the quicker I will give you another chapter. Cheers!