Summary: My version of the Deathly Hallows. Harry doesn't want to wait around to be rescued. So with his trusted companions at his side, they embark on an epic adventure of magic, death and a lot more. Will be completely different from the Deathly Hallows as I didn't like how everything fell into place for Harry. In this story, Harry, Ron and Hermione will actually have to fight this war like a real one. It will be bloody, gruesome, terrifying, epic with a storyline that I hope will be original. Will feature powerful trio but not so much that they wave their wand once and the job is done. It will have competent Death Eaters and a relentless, calculating and powerful Voldemort. This is not a kid's story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any affiliates.

Leaving Home

The window in his room flashed bright white as the thunderstorm grew even fiercer. The wind was howling as the window was splattered over and over by the torrential rain. Harry stood watching the darkness of the night and facing the rain in slight awe at the power of nature. His brow crunched up as he was thinking of the events of the past year and more importantly, of the coming future. The task at hand left to him and his two closest friends seemed utter impossible, and yet after what happened so far, he was even more determined to finish this once and for all. He knew right at the moment of his mentor's fall, that either he destroys Voldemort or die in the process. He didn't know how long it would take, months but most likely years. The horcruxes could be anywhere. Despite his respect for Dumbledore, Harry was angry at him for not giving him any more information as to where the other horcruxes might be. But Harry knew that even Dumbledore was still searching for them up until the moment of his death. With even Dumbledore's inability to find the horcruxes easily, this task seemed even more daunting than it had already been. He had already thought of the option of just leaving everything behind. There was no way he could do that after all he had been through. The war was brewing up and Voldemort and he were at its centre. Voldemort; the one who ruined his life, the one who wouldn't think twice about putting him down, the one who would torture all those that were near to him. Voldemort had to die, and Harry knew that he would have to kill him. Besides the prophecy linking the two of them together, this had become much too personal for him to just leave it.

Lightning flashed yet again as he turned away from the window and looked around his room. It was the cleanest he had ever seen it. He had packed everything he needed in a small rucksack, which wasn't much, and locked everything else in his trunk and stowed it away in the attic. Maybe if he was still alive, or if this house was still standing he'd come back for it. It was trivial stuff like his school robes or his Firebolt, but he cherished them still. Harry looked at the watch in his hand. He nodded to himself and withdrew a letter from his pocket. He placed it in the middle of his bed and left the room. He walked down the stairs carefully so as to not wake up the Dursleys. It was five minutes to midnight and they should be here soon. He walked to the front door and opened it. He stepped back as he waited for them to come in any second now. Suddenly the floor was wet clearly from the footprint and Harry smiled. They were here.

"Any troubles?" he asked quietly. Ron took off the cloak from himself and Hermione and placed it on the ground. Both of them had not been affected by the rain as they were completely dry. He couldn't say the same about the cloak though.

"Nah," he replied smirking. "Piece of cake." The three friends looked at each other for a brief moment and engulfed each other in a three way hug. Harry revelled in the touch and presence of his greatest confidants, the two people remaining that he would give up his life for at a moment's notice. They held each other for a full minute before receding.

"Are you ready Harry?" asked Hermione as she took out three vials from her handbag. Harry nodded and motioned for her to give him one. She passed one to him and one to Ron. Harry quickly downed the nasty looking polyjuice potion. He didn't even bother checking who he was transforming into. It was a non-decrepit muggle who was relatively his size. He removed his glasses and put them into his backpack realizing he won't need them. Ron's hair turned black and his skin brown as he shrunk by an inch. Hermione's hair grew past her shoulder blades and turned black as well. She also remained the same size. She walked up and picked up the invisibility cloak. She folded it and stuffed it into her handbag, which seemed to be larger on the inside than on the outside.

"Let's go mate," said Ron as he grabbed an umbrella from Hermione and walked outside. He opened the umbrella and motioned them over. Harry looked into the house once more and hoped that the letter would be all the explanation they would need. Hermione held his hand and led him out. Ron closed the door behind them and walked in between them holding the umbrella high. They huddled together as they walked down Privet drive in the rain. Their disguises served them well as they met no resistance of any type. Harry had his wand up his sleeve and would draw it at the first sign of danger. He looked over to see Ron's right hand twitching, and knew he was expecting trouble as well, even though they checked maybe a dozen times when the guards from the Order would change. But none came, and the three friends walked on in silence.

As they walked, letting Hermione lead the way, Harry thought about the Weasleys, and everyone else in the Order. He hoped they would forgive them. He looked over to his two friends and thought about how much they sacrificed for this. Hermione erased her parent's memories and sent them to Australia. Ron left his family behind for him knowing of the dangers that plagued them. They had started planning this the day after Dumbledore's death. Harry didn't want anyone in the Order to be a shield for him anymore. Enough was enough. He needed to do this on his own now, with only Ron and Hermione at his side. Despite minor quarrels, they were always at his side. They would finish this, no matter how long it took. They vowed to eliminate Voldemort off the face of the Earth once and for all.

The rain had calmed down to just a trickle now as they reached their first destination. Ron closed the umbrella and handed it to Hermione who put it into her handbag. They walked down the stairs towards the subway platform as the train pulled up. They had arrived right on time.

"So you sure these things are safe?" asked Ron sceptically. Harry grinned at this. Hermione led Ron in as the doors opened and Harry walked in afterwards. They took a seat sided by side. Luckily no one was in the compartment with them as the train closed the doors and started moving.

"Homenum Revelo" whispered Hermione under her breath. She looked to her left and then to her right. "We're alone in this compartment. Silencio"

"Is everything else set?" asked Harry.

"I packed the books we needed from Grimmauld Place, and emptied your vault. I gave about a quarter of it Hermione to convert it to muggle money," said Ron as he took out a miniscule chest in the palm of his hands and passed it over to Harry. Harry looked at it briefly before pocketing it securely. He then looked over to Hermione.

"I've made the reservations in a hotel in London. We'll be staying there for the night before we leave the country the next day by apparition. We need to stay hidden until you turn of age in a week Harry. Until then we could start planning as to what we need to do to search for them." Harry nodded but was a little vary of leaving the country plan.

"Hermione I know I've asked before but are you sure you can apparate both of us as far as France?" Hermione smiled as did Ron.

"We already tried it," answered Ron. Harry looked over to him. "Hermione side along apparated with me, so I know where to go. Now she'll be doing the same with you while I go alone," finished Ron.

"Are you sure?" asked Harry.

"Honestly Harry, don't you trust us?" Harry looked into her eyes and she knew the answer right away. "All right, I was a bit surprised that I could do it, but my magic just led me where I needed to go." Harry nodded satisfied. He had wished he could have helped with the planning a bit more. But since he was underage, he couldn't do anything without the Ministry knowing. The train jerked and stopped. They got up and left. Their disguises were still in effect, and they would be until they got to the hotel as they planned. Hermione again led the way as Harry thought of the original plan to move him. Ron and Hermione had told him a week before when they had snuck out to meet him. They were going to make seven duplicates of him and try to confuse their pursuers. Harry had hated the plan vehemently. That was not going to happen. The only part of the plan that will happen is the moving of the Dursleys. Ron had left a letter telling his family of what they were going to do. There was no need of the seven Potters plan anymore. Hermione led them into a hotel and walked up to the reception desk, while Ron and Harry waited by the door.

"You ok?" asked Harry. He noticed that Ron looked a bit tense ever since they got out of the train.

"It's nothing," he replied as Harry glared at him. He relented. "It's tough you know, leaving all of them like this," Harry nodded and agreed silently. Hermione returned with the room key and led them towards the elevator.

Once they got into the room, Hermione warded it against any intrusion she could think of.

"Let's get some sleep," said Hermione as she took off her shoes and walked to the bed and lay down in the middle. Harry and Ron did the same as they lay down on either side of her. They didn't bother changing knowing they were going to have to wake up soon anyways. Harry turned over to face Hermione and saw tears in her eyes.

"Hey," comforted Harry as he wiped the tear away. Ron faced them concerned.

"I feel horrible leaving them like this," she started crying. Ron put his arm around her as Harry wiped her tears once more.

"We'll see them again," said Ron. Hermione looked at them once before closing her eyes. Harry and Ron exchanged glances and nodded, as they too closed their eyes. They huddled together under the comforter and fell asleep trusting Hermione's wards to warn them of any danger.

The Burrow

Ginny woke up to the sunlight hitting her face. She sat up slowly and yawned faintly noticing a letter falling to the ground. She picked it up and opened it and immediately noticed her brother's writing. Her eyes went wider and wider as she read the letter. A lone tear escaped her right eye as she jumped out of bed and ran downstairs.

Arthur and Molly Weasley noticed their daughter's frantic behaviour.

"Ginny dear, what's wrong?" asked Arthur. Ginny flailed the letter in her hand now openly crying.

"They're gone."

A/N: Please Read and Review. I know it's a very slow start, but I usually won't be this descriptive for everything. The following chapters will be much longer and the pace will be faster than this. Depending on the reviews, I will start posting further chapters. Thank you.