Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. 'Nuff said.

A/N This idea came to me out of nowhere, and refused to be put off. I hope you enjoy it!

Four Friends vs. the World

Chapter 1: Lies and Betrayal

Harry sighed. Just a normal day, for normal people, in a normal town, this was. However, Harry Potter was not a normal person, for he was the owner of the deadliest weapon in existence: a stick. This was not any stick, however, because this stick was made of holly and had a phoenix feather inside! Yes, you guessed it, Harry is a wizard. If you hadn't figured that out already, that sucks for you. Anyway, the reason poor Harry was so depressed was because his headmaster had stuck him in Privet Prison AGAIN. What was with that man? He, Harry, had just seen his fellow Champion die! One would think that the headmaster, supposedly caring for you, would place you with friends, not haters. Strike four hundred against Dumbledore.

Harry pulled out a journal from his desk and grabbed a pencil. He flipped the journal open, then started writing reasons his life sucked. First Year, he titled the page. You'd think the supposed all knowing headmaster could figure out when a dark lord is in the castle, but no, let's invite said dark lord to teach children and hope he doesn't murder them all! He seriously needs to get those glasses fixed. I mean, really? Plant an extremely valuable stone in the middle of the castle, hidden behind a sleepy dog, a plant, some keys, a chessboard, a troll, and some potions, all the while hoping an abused child (me), an outcast prodigy (Hermione), and a lazy bum(Ron) will defend against a powerful Dark wizard. How addled do you get?

Second year, was the next page. A big bloody snake slithers around the school for a year and what does the headmaster do to stop it? Nothing but rely on a memory-wiping fraud hired to teach kids. Seriously? That man fled at the first sign of trouble! It was left to aforementioned abused child to kill a giant death-glaring basilisk, nearly reborn psychotic killer, and save a little starstruck girl. Is that old man EVER going to do anything other than give people lemon drops and half truths? I mean, a twelve year old girl can figure out what the beast was but not a man with a hundred years of experience on that girl? Said girl's amazing brain aside.

Third year, he wrote. WHO in their RIGHT MIND would let a bunch of SOUL SUCKING MONSTERS guard a school full of CHILDREN? Against an innocent man who was falsely imprisoned for thirteen years? Not to mention the fact that these monsters had a strange affinity for trying to KILL me! Pretty much the only good thing that came out of this year was me getting the marauder map, and that wasn't even because of Dumbledore. The one reason I am still living is the fact that Hermione just so happened to have a time turner and my dad's friend taught me the Patronus charm.

Fourth Year, he continued. An imposter snuck my name into a goblet for a tournament for seventeen year olds, when I was FOURTEEN. Then that imposter continued on to become the DADA teacher for a whole year. I thought Moody was Dumbledore's friend? How did the old man never notice all the differences? Anyway, so the whole school turns against me except for Hermione and Neville. Even my supposed friend Ron turned against me. Then he comes back to me, saying the same things I've been trying to tell him! How lame is that? Continuing on, I barely scrape by with my life in the first two tasks. In the third, I am kidnapped right in front of the old man's nose by a portkey made by the imposter. I'm whisked away, only to see my friend killed and a dark lord be reborn. After said dark lord goes ON and ON about how amazing and cool he is, he proceeds to be beaten by a fourteen year old with no special training and then has the fourteen year old escape from under his nose. And people are afraid to say his name!

After sending his journal to Hermione via Hedwig to see what she thought, he went back to staring out his window. Turning his head for a full panoramic view, he saw trees, houses, dried up lawns, pink hair, hoses—what? Pink hair? He looked closely, and realized Tonks was walking up to his door. Finally!, he thought, I get to escape this place! As Tonks Silenced his aunt and walked up to his room, he put the last bit of clothing in his trunk and opened the door. "Wotcher, Harry!" Tonks exclaimed cheerfully.

"Hey, Tonks! Why are you here?" Harry asked.

"To get you out of here, of course! Come on, quickly! We have to leave before the old coot figures out what we're up to!"

"What…where are we going?"

"To your house, of course!"

"But…I don't own any…" Harry said uncertainly.

"Bull! Of course you do!" Tonks said. "What would you do if you knew you had tons of money and owned a house?"

"I'd run away from here. Duh." Harry stated.

"Exactly! DumbOldDoor couldn't have that, so he locked you up in here and never let you go to Gringotts to find out. Now take my hand and let's skedaddle!"

"Alright!" Harry exclaimed. He grabbed on to the young Auror's arm, and with a pop, the two vanished from sight.

In the living room of a house that had been abandoned for years, suddenly a pink haired adult and a raven haired teen appeared out of nowhere. Within seconds of their arrival, another pop signaled another creature appearing. "Harry Potter sir! Dobby is very happy to see Harry Potter!"

"Dobby? What are you doing here?" Harry questioned.

"Dobby is taking care of Harry Potter's houses for him, so when he comes home, they are nice and clean!"

"Thank you! This place is fantastic! Good job, Dobby!" Harry said to the elf.

"Harry Potter sir is too kind," the little elf wailed. "Never has Dobby been thanked by a wizard!"

"Well, um…" Harry stammered, as Dobby popped away.

Tonks laughed and said, "You're cute when you're embarrassed, Harry,"

"So, Tonks," Harry turned to her, "where are we?"

"We, Harry, are at Potter Manor!"

Harry looked around for the first time, and was completely awed by what he saw. The Manor was…one big Room of Requirement. He didn't notice it at first, but he caught on when his thirst caused a water bottle to appear, and a chair materialized for him to sit on. "Hey, Tonks?" Harry asked. "What is this place?"

"Well, as you have probably guessed, this place is pretty much like the Room of Requirement back at Hogwarts." Tonks explained.

"What's that?" Harry questioned.

"It's pretty much a giant room that conforms itself to its user's needs. If you want a chair, it makes one. Need a bathroom? Poof!"

"That sounds really cool! But…you can't conjure food, right? What if I want pizza?" Right then an extra-large with cheese appeared.

"Been listening to Hermione, have you? This place is special in that respect. It'll take a random pebble, or grain of sand, or dust speck from somewhere and permanently transfigure it into food." Tonks elaborated.

"Tonks, how do you know so much about this place?" Harry inquired.

"Well, Harry, I've been here a lot, because I was one of your dad's best friends. I actually knew him the longest."

"How? I heard that Sirius and Dad met the first day, on the train!"

"That'll be because…" Tonks couldn't resist, and transformed her head into Darth Vader's, "Harry, I am your dad's sister."

Harry just couldn't take this latest shock, and fainted on the spot!