hello everyone. a few of you might recognize me from my star was fic, which I haven't finished. no, I probably wont. Honestly, I doubt I'll finish this one, seeing as I really have no idea where it's going. I just had an idea, and since it's summer and I'm completely bored, I might as well write another fanfic. Reviews are nice. Flames aren't, but really, feedback is feedback. Though I would like some comments on the basic plot line, as I think it's pretty damn original (as is my star wars one).

Summary: Harry's parents are alive, so this story is completely AU. He's grown up with them. This story is set in his 7th year, so basically all of his previously life is left unknown. He goes to Hogwarts, lives with his parents, and is still the Boy-Who-Lived. He loves his parents, but when he finds out about the prophecy (the same one as J.K. Rowling's), he runs away. Basically, that's all I'm saying. no slash. Some elements of the books are present.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but Draco is my sex slave.

Chapter 1

Harry woke up panting, sweat dripping down his face. His clothes were soaked through. Why, oh, why, did he have to have the same dream every night? It was Voldemort. When wasn't it dear Snakeface? He knew he should tell his parents about his dreams. It wasn't exactly a good thing to be sent dreams from Voldemort every night. But Harry didn't want to worry them. After all that had happened… well, his parents were keeping him on a tight leash. Besides, it was just a dream. And what harm were dreams, really? He would tell his parents if he thought that anything would actually happen. And that's what really aggravated him: nothing actually happened in the dream. He went over it again in his head:

He walked through the hall. It was dark, probably in the middle of the night. He was in some kind of building. An office, maybe. He had never seen it before. But he felt like he had. He felt his feet moving in some kind of predetermined path. Soon, he found himself at two large, black, doors. He reached out to touch the handle, and –

he woke up.

He almost felt sick not knowing what was in there. He needed to know. If it was important to Voldemort for him to know, then he should probably know, right? And if it was dangerous, Dumbledore and his bloody Order would know it about it already. Yes, that rationalized everything.

You see, Harry really hated his life. He had a good life. Okay, a great life. He had two parents who loved him, two godfathers, and two annoying sisters. But only he was the boy-who-lived. Only he was famous. He hated his fame. He hated that he couldn't have one ounce of anonymity. And what he hated above all that was that his family didn't understand that. Especially his Dad. No, James didn't think that Harry's life was all peaches 'n cream, but he was always telling Harry how lucky he was that he was so well-known, and that he could have anything he wanted.

Yes, that part was true. He could have everything he wanted. He could have girls; he had had girls. He could have money, and well, let's just say his great-great-great-grandchild might have to take on a part-time job. So why wasn't he happy? Well, he really wasn't sure if anyone knew him. Not even his parents. Oh, they loved him. Really, they did. They were great parents. But did they know him, Harry, or just the boy-who-lived? He couldn't stand not knowing.

His musings were cut off as his sister opened the door to his room. "You okay?" she asked blearily. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry to wake you… again." "Should I get mum?" "No. Please, just leave me alone." "Fine!"

Harry sighed as he went back to his musings. Maybe his life wasn't so bad after all. Maybe if he pretended to be the boy everyone thought he was, a savior, a hero, then maybe he would become that boy. Maybe if he pretended to be happy, then he would be happy.

Tomorrow, he would be leaving for his seventh year of Hogwarts. Of course, he was the bloody Head Boy. Who better to be the Head Boy than the Boy-Who-Lived. It was just another title. And when his parents had found out, they were thrilled. Really, his parents didn't know him at all.

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err..yeah. short first chapter. reviews are nice. just tell me if you like the concept or not. I assure you, the other chapters won't just be Harry rambling on and on.