Alright, this was originally going to be a spin-off, but I came up with a unique beginning, so here you go! This story is AU starting 6th year, but focuses on 7th. Please ignore the pathetic story recap of stuff I didn't feel like typing. Btw, this is a prologue. The first chapter will be longer.

Evil Overlord List- 48- I will treat any beast which I control through magic or technology with respect and kindness. Thus if the control is ever broken, it will not immediately come after me for revenge.

Disclaimer- The Evil Overlord List, created by Peter Anspach, was the inspiration for this story. The characters are from J. K. Rowling's mind. The plot probably has a sibling or ten on fanfiction. See? I own nothing.

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It was Christmas, 1996. Nothing had been going right for Harry Potter since he returned to school that year. He was currently sitting alone in the Common Room.

Harry sighed. I need to figure out who I can blame for this. He thought with a scowl. Hope it's Dumbledork. As it was three in the morning, no one could possibly be awake to report on him. So, determined for the first time that year, Harry Potter sat down with a notebook and a pen to record all that had gone wrong since he entered Hogwarts.

His notebook soon held his 6th year entries, just as it held entries from the years before. 1) Remus locked up due to the Werewolf Act –Fudge and Umbridge's fault. 2) Harry avoided like the plague – Rita Skeeter's fault. 3) His lack of information – Dumbledore's fault. 4) His lack of friends – The Prophet's fault. 5) His throbbing headache – Snape's fault. 6) His inability to sleep –Voldemort's fault. 7) His failing grades – the teacher's faults. 8) Hedwig's death – Dumbledore's fault. 9) His depression – Dumbledore's fault.

Harry tried his hardest to act normal the next day, but he ended up passing out. Not sleeping since last July can do that to a person. Yet, no one came to make sure he was alright. At least, no one he knew of.

All Harry wanted the following month was to be left alone. I'm going crazy. He thought day after day. This can't be real. I'm going crazy. At lunch in mid-February, he could have sworn thatDraco Malfoygave him a pitying look. I am DEFINITELY going crazy.

The rest of the year went by in a blur for Harry. He didn't register being beaten by his uncle or starved by his aunt. He didn't register being rescued by Snape. He was in a comatose state. So he sat, dead to the world, on his birthday. His room at Grimmauld Place was empty. No one had bothered to get him presents that year. A knock on the door startled him. "Harry?" Bill's voice echoed. "The adults don't approve of this, but you got presents from us anyways." He got no response. Bill sighed and set the presents down. He cast one look at the broken boy sitting on the bed before leaving.

The clocked changed to midnight. "Happy Birthday to me." He said coldly. He, on habit, went over to open the window. He was very surprised when an owl swooped in. The creature looked regale and proud, not like any owl he had seen except Hedwig. He had no clue who this owl might belong to, but it had gotten through the wards, so it deserved some recognition. "Now, who's this from?" Harry asked himself before tearing it open.

Harry Potter,

Let me start by saying 'Happy Birthday' to you. I hope that you don't feel to let down by Dumbledork and his band of idiots. That is actually why I happen to be writing. He's using you. After you, an untrained teenager, fight Voldemort, someone with less morals and way more experience, one of you WILL die. Dumbledore intends to off the winner and take credit for himself. Listen to what I'm telling you. Your friends, the ones you can truly rely on, are unknowingly helping him. They need to be rescued too. If you accept my help, they will all receive similar letters tomorrow night. If you accept, get everything of yours together –shrunken, of course– and tap this with your wand. The key is 'freedom'. I hope to see you soon.

Happy Birthday,

Harry gasped when he realized who had sent him the letter. Well, I've got nothing to lose. So Harry quickly stuffed all his presents into his trunk, gave the room another once-over to make sure that he had everything, then shrunk the trunk. He walked over to the portkey, rested one hand on it, and whispered swiftly "Freedom."

"Harry, no! It isn't safe for you to go anywhere!" Albus called, but it was too late. Harry Potter was gone, never to return.

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Alright, enjoy the prologue! I'll get the next chapter out ASAP, and it will be better. It will also tell you who exactly wrote the letter. Kudos if you figure it out, but if you think you know who it is, don't spoil it for everyone else, please. Don't put it in a review. Oh, and I'm sorry it was so short. It'll be longer next time. I swear.