A/N- This is based starting in the summer after 4th year. It's got some AU in it but I'm also making some of it up.

It was a perfectly normal day for me when all the trouble started. I was lying in No. 4 Privet Drive. There is where my world turned to hell. This is my story, Harry James Potter, of my ultimate betrayal, and how my life completely changed.

Harry was lying on his bed thinking when he heard it. The pop that only he would understand out of all the neighbors. Apparition. There was a wizard somewhere close by, and he could only guess if it was an order member or a death eater. Then he heard more. At least a dozen. Now he was starting to worry, why would the order have so many people come to his house? He jumped up and ran to the loose floorboard. He grabbed his wand and slowly made his way downstairs to see what it was.

He was half way down the stairs when the door blew open and twelve death eaters walked in. One that he could tell was either Lucius or Narrcissa Malfoy spotted him and notified the others. Two of them sent stunners and everything went black.

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When Harry woke up he was cold and hurt everywhere. He slowly sat up and looked around. HE was in the middle of his living room. Except that the living room was gone. All that was left was ash and a backend couch. He stood up and slowly turned, examining the damage. Everything was gone. Then he spotted it. His doom that was going to haunt him forever. His relatives, torn apart limb for limb and their guts ripped out. He saw that and nearly puked. But what really made him sick was his wand. It was splinted and blackened, and lying next to his cousin's body. He went over and picked it up. He tried to remember what happened but the last thing he remembered was getting his wand from his floorboard.

He thought hard and finally came to the conclusion that it wasn't him that did that. He never thought of harming any of his family, even if he did dislike them. He wouldn't wish this upon anybody, not even Voldemort himself. Being tortured is gruesome and wrong.

Then he heard more pops and turned to see the Weasley's, (A/N All of them, Even Charlie and Bill.) Remus, Hermione, and Dumbledore standing with looks of either sadness or rage.

It seemed that they thought HE did this.

A/N I think I'll be updating every week or two. I'm quite busy so ill have to see when I have time. But this fic will be quite long I imagine.