Author's Notes: This story takes pace in the seventh year in the golden era and may contain spoilers. I have modified the HP world slightly to the face that Dumbledore did not tell Harry the secrets to destroy Voldemort. All character's are as they are in the books.

Does contain several oc's in order for the story to function by will be mainly in the point of view of the golden trio.

Chapter One: The Beginning

Harry stared out of Ron's window, watching the guests dance in their formal attire for the wedding. They all seemed free of worry, unlike himself. Tomorrow was the day he, Ron and Hermione set of to venture into the unknown to slay Voldemort.

The thing is he did not know how exactly he could possibly achieve this. Dumbledore hadn't told him a thing, how was he supposed to kill the Dark Lord when he didn't know even the first baby steps to do so. What made it worse was that Ron and Hermione believes that he knows everything; after all, Harry was the chosen one.

"Harry?" Hermione poked her head round the door before stepping in. For the past few weeks she had been stuffing as many things as she could into her bag of everlasting space.

"'Ello" Harry said, not turning his face from the skylight.

"Neville's just showed up at the party with his gran, she seems to be causing some conflict down there. Why are you up here? Are you worried for tomorrow?"

Harry shrugged, "Just strange thinking we leave tomorrow is all"

"Harry," Hermione reached over and placed a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder. "We'll be fine; so long as I follow all of the enchantments to keep us concealed and that we follow the instructions Dumbledore told you we'll be fine, I'm sure of it!"

Harry shrugged one more. "I'd like to visit my parents' house…before-before we start the mission"

"If it's not too risky, of course we can." Hermione smiled.

"Am I interrupting something here?" Came a voice and Ginny stepped in the room. Her scarlet dress flowed to her feet, complimenting her beautiful fiery hair. She was stunning.

"Just reassuring Harry for tomorrow," Hermione said, quickly slipping the hand from his shoulder. Harry could feel the heat emanating from her glowing cheeks. "I better go look for Ron," and with that, Hermione left the room leaving Harry and Ginny.

"I know I shouldn't see you, what with Ron nagging and all" Ginny started to approach Harry "But it might be the last time I see you for ages, or at all"

"Ginny..." Harry tried to stop her, knowing that if Ron were to step into the room now, he would go mental.

"Oh, stop being such a spoil sport" Ginny grinned, wrapping her arms around Harry's neck. He felt her soft lips press against his, tasting the sweetness of her melt his worries away. Make him not want to leave, to stay with her forever, locked in this warm embrace.

Ginny pulled away first and gave him a teasing smile "Good luck" She grinned and with that she went out of the room, skirt flowing behind her.

Harry sighed, he would miss Ginny so much it almost felt unbearable but he couldn't not go. He couldn't let her down. After moments of silence, Harry left the room and went down stairs into the back garden. Folk music was playing loudly as the many guests danced freely to the melody. Harry could see Ron and Hermione in the background swaying, Fred and George doing a quick step with a couple of Fleur's veela cousins, Luna and her father doing a peculiar type of jig in a canary yellow attire and of course, Bill and Fleur in the centre of the dance floor, gazing dreamily into each other's eyes as they swayed to the song.

It all made Harry very lonely. He could not talk to Ginny let alone sway with her to the music. It would be fine for Ron when they set off, He would have Hermione. But Harry would have no-one and he knew it. Misery leaked into Harry's mind, the thought of being alone haunts him, creeps into his dreams at night, terrifying him.

"Harry?"

A voice woke him, making him turn to the attention to Neville, sitting with his gran.

"Ah! The chosen one, friend of Neville's 'ay? Tell me, was my son a little champion when saving you from those death eaters in the ministry of magic!"

"G-gran, stop!" Neville frowned, his face turning a brilliant shade of red.

"'Ello Neville" Harry smiled, taking a chair next to him.

"Harry! It's great to see you, rumour has it you weren't going to show your face at Hogwarts…people were saying because-because…you know"

"Yeah, I know," Harry frowned, thinking of Dumbledore's death, so many questions he should have asked. Asked to end it all.

"No, I'm staying at Hogwarts" he lied.

He couldn't have people knowing, it would only lead to more stress. Stress he didn't need already.

"Great! Let's see if we could do Gryffindor some victory and win the cup again, Malfoy would be bursting with rage!" Neville chuckled

"That's right Neville, you show Slytherin whose boss! My little Neville, finally showing some bravery, just like his parents-"

"Gran!"

Harry smirked, gazing at the sky outside of the Marquee. The night sky was quiet and peaceful, almost refreshing for him to gaze up at something so soothing. It felt like reassurance almost.

Almost.

Minute stars twinkled at him. At one point he even saw a shooting star.

"Please…I wish the journey will be safe for all of us tomorrow…all of us"

The star gleamed pure white, more vivid than any other. It almost appeared to be hurtling towards us. Fast. That's when Harry realised.

It was no shooting star.

It was a Patronus.

In what seemed like no time at all, the Patronus hit the middle of the garden. The atmosphere changed immediately. Dances froze, merely stunned, the music grinded to a halt, everything appeared to be frozen in time.

Kingsley's voice rang out through the silence.

"Scrimgeour is dead. The minister is down"

There was no room for panic. It was all too late. The time that once seemed stationary had now picked up the pace into what felt like no time at all. Death Eaters surrounded the area. Wands were out. Deadly curses flew around the Marquee. Harry leapt to his feet. He was no longer safe. He had to flee. He had to find Hermione and Ron.

"Harry!" Neville ran to my side as we charged through the unsettled crowd. Crouched down on the floor. He could not risk being found. Not now. Neville paused.

"I need to find Luna, She needs to be safe."

Now was the time to leave him. Harry had to leave Neville behind. It would be to dangerous taking more people out with him. It was not arranged. Harry had to go. Now. His eyes searched the room. His friends were not in his sight. "Oh great" he thought.

A hand pulled Harry to his feet. "This is it, it's over" He grimaced, attempting to dwell back onto the floor but the grip was too strong.

"For Merlin's sake Harry, get up, we haven't got time for this!" a familiar voice called to him. He shot straight up to his feet.

"Hermione?"

"We haven't got much time, Where's Ron?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen since he was with you"

"We have to find him. We haven't go time for this."

Harry scanned the room once more, finding it hard to see anything amongst the blinding flashes before him. There. Beyond the smoke Harry saw a tuft of ginger hair crouching through the aggressive bodies.

"Hermione, he's there!" Harry cried, yanking her arm to the direction of Ron. In a matter of minutes, Harry and Hermione were on their hands and knees, desperate to get to Ron.

"Ron!"

"Hermione?"

At the same time, Harry, Hermione and Ron leapt to their feet. Hermione swiftly grabbed both Harry's and Ron's hand.

"Harry?"

A voice echoed, another hand placed upon his shoulder.

Harry wasn't listening. He was to busy focusing, focused on a girl with flaming red hair. A girl with flaming red hair which complimented the crimson blood dripping from her mouth as she tumbled to the floor in spasms.

Ginny was attacked by the crucio curse.

Harry had to help her, stun the death eater. Kill him. But the atmosphere surrounding him evaporated into a pool of darkness and he felt the wind knock out of him.