All I've Known
Disclaimer: The characters of this story (with the exception of Carleigh) all belong to J.K. Rowling. The plot is mine, which would be the seventh book if I were to write it.
Chapter One: Nightmares at Privet Drive
Harry Potter thought he was going mad.
He had just dreamed of his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon driving the Wealsey's flying car that he and Ron had crashed into the Whomping Willow five years ago. They had had a rather unusual tea with non other than the Dark Lord Voldemort himself, the evening filled with discussion on various ploys to destroy Harry.
He finally aroused from his sleep at about three o'clock in the morning after Aunt Petunia had suggested killing him from a werewolf bite, only to find his scar prickling, his back extremely sweaty and himself having sleepwalked into Dudley's room.
He had been having these nightmares all summer long. Before his last year at school, he had briefly considered never again bestowing his presence in Hogwarts again. But before his sixth year had ended, Ron Weasley and Herminone Granger had finally convinced him to stay. They felt he would be safer there under the supervision of their teachers, and another year of Defense Against the Dark Arts under his belt couldn't hurt in his ambition to become an Auror.
So he stayed. But so far, the first three weeks of summer holiday were slow, dreadful, and worrisome. He worried about his friends, the rest of the wizarding population, and not to mention the return of Voldemort. For he knew that he alone, must eventually end his reign, or die trying.
As he trudged back into his own room, he thought back over his career at Hogwarts for the last six years. What had he really accomplished on his own, without Ron, Hermione, or the D.A.?
He defeated Voldemort in his first year by killing Professor Quirrell and saving the Philosopher's Stone.
In his second year he rescued Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets and destroyed Tom Riddle, other wise known as the Dark Lord.
He saved Sirius Black, his godfather and dads best friend, from dementors, and saved Buckbeak the hippogriff from being executed the year after that.
He won the Triwizard Tournament, witnessed the rebirth of Voldemort and escaped him again in his forth year, after seeing Cedric Diggory die at the mercy of the Dark Lord.
Perhaps the most eventful year of all was his fifth year, where again he escaped Lord Voldemort, and dueled many of his Death Eaters inside the Ministry of Magic alongside Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, and a few members of his D.A. That year, Sirius died.
And now, after his sixth year where he discovered the secret of Voldemort's demise and witnessed Dumbldore's murder by Professor Snape, the teacher he disliked more than anything, he was ready to give up. He realized that he had, in fact, not done anything slightly important as the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, or any other ridiculous name the media had given him.
Harry Potter was indeed going mad.