The Making of a Hero

Author's Note:Truthfully I don't have much to say except 'I hope you enjoy!'

Parseltongue - The one with the power to defeat the dark lord approaches
Regular Speech – "Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies"
Thoughts – 'And the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the dark lord knows not'
Speaking Telepathically - And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (unfortunately) or any of its characters. I only own the characters that I have invented as well as the plot, the rest of the characters belong to J.K.Rowling.

Warnings: Mild Language, Violence, Powerful Harry, Powerful Voldemort, NO Slash

Summery: Post GoF. Dumbledore has told Harry of the Prophesy & Harry is not taking it well. Harry decides to run away to train for the Final Battle, leaving the Wizarding world to believe him dead. Rated T for violence in later chapters. AU Events after GoF

:::Prologue:::

.:.:What is Right and what is Easy:.:.

Sorrow. Guilt. Fear. These were the emotions that summed up his life currently. He let out a bitter sigh as he subconsciously ran his fingers through his messy black hair. His world seemed to have fallen apart all within one night. Harry put his head in his hands. Voldemort's return and Cedric's death was too much to take in as it was but add the damn prophesy to the mix and his life was officially screwed.

"Hey Harry, do you think Dumbledore will let you come over to the Burrow this summer."

Harry looked up at his best friend and shook his head sullenly.

"No, he wants me to stay with my relatives, you know, blood protection and all."

"That's a shame," Ron stated sympathetically before his face lit up with a smile, "Hey, want to play a game of chess."

Harry declined, it didn't feel right to be playing such childish games when Voldemort was out there killing innocents. He turned his head toward the window. For that matter it didn't seem right that Ron was so chipper when Cedric was lying six feet under, dead as the gravel beneath the tracks.

Harry placed his head in his hands once more; the sound of the train seemed to continuously whisper those simple but deadly words to him.

'Neither can live while the other survives'

Harry warily climbed into his uncle's car. Dudley climbed in after him leaving Harry smashed against the window.

'Stupid Brute,' growled a voice in his head.

'Don't be rude, it's not his fault he's turned out the way he has,' chided another voice.

'Great, just what I always wanted to be, mental,' Harry thought sarcastically.

'You're not mental, simply special,' whisper the second voice kindly.

'Yeah, so special that you have your very own Dark Lord who's after you're head. Oh and lets not forget that if you don't defeat this certain dark lord he will take over and spread chaos and pain throughout all of England and eventually the world,' stated the first voice in mock-happiness.

'Shut up, both of you,' Harry barked harshly, 'why are you two here anyway.'

'To help,' the voices stated in unison.

'With what!' Harry yelled mentally, 'driving me insane!'

'Too late', muttered voice number one.

Voice two glared at one before whispering gently, 'No, we're here to help you decide on what you want to do with this prophesy you have recently been introduced to.'

'So you knew about the prophesy! Why didn't you tell me!?' Harry snarled, he should have known about this prophesy long before now.

'Because, we only learned about it a few days ago when Dumbledork told you; we are a part of you and therefore we know nothing more than you do!' Voice one snapped.

'Stop fighting like children, that's not what we're here for,' remarked voice two before turning toward Harry, 'Harry we are here to give you two options. The first option is to return to Hogwarts…'

'Of course I'm returning to Hogwarts!'

Voice 2 held up its hand, 'Hear me out. At Hogwarts you will find your much needed training at its minimum. You will have to depend on the Hogwarts syllabus for the preparation you will need for the final battle between you and Voldemort.'

'But Dumbledore…'

'Dumbledore will be too busy with the war to train you and even if he does have time he may not choose to or you may not have time as it will be your O.W.L year,' stated voice 2 kindly.

'Okay so what's option two,' Harry replied defeated.

The 2nd voice smiled sadly at Harry, 'To leave. Not just Hogwarts but the muggle world as well and train until your body and magic is strong enough to fight. This alternative will be much harder and probably lonelier than your first option but you will not have to worry about exams and essays, only your destiny.'

Harry closed his eyes, the images of Neville's parents being tortured to insanity by Barty Crouch Jr. flashed before his eyes. The images of his parents and Cedric lying dead on the ground, eyes wide and empty quickly followed.

'These are only the tip of the iceberg how many more will follow,' Harry thought to himself before smiling bitterly, 'Dumbledore said there would come a time when we must choose between what is right and what is easy and I guess this is one of those times.'

'So option 2 then,' whispered the voices.

Harry smiled grimly and nodded, 'Option two.'

I'm rewriting parts of this story as of the moment but I'm not changing anything too major. I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me what you think and how I can improve. Creative Criticism is welcome!

-Werewolfsong