Disclaimer: I own nothing; it all belongs to J.K.Rowling. I'm just borrowing the characters to play with for a while. This is all just because of my imagination

Chapter 1

It was a sunny evening that Harry Potter stared out of his window wondering if he would ever get a letter saying he would be able to go to the Burrow. Glancing at his Owl, Hedwig, he noticed her restlessness from not being able to fly.

Uncle Vernon had not treated him bad due to Moody's threat but he was nowhere friendly and the owl was just too much for him. The summer had started out restless and with the Dursleys ignoring him like the plague, he wandered off in the morning to the near park and watched little children play and mothers watch him with suspicion out of the corner of their eye.

Harry sighed. He guessed he looked the part of a Juvenile due to his big baggy shirt and jeans and broken down look on his face with lost eyes. He hadn't been sleeping well due to nightmares and they always ended with Sirius blaming him for his death and then falling through the veil.

Harry came back that day to find Aunt Petunia watching the cooking channel while Uncle Vernon and Dudley were still out. She looked at him, and for a weird moment, he thought she had smirked with a crazed grin on her face but he looked to find it gone. He just shrugged it off and went up the stairs to his room.

It's only 4 pm, he thought to himself as he stared at his almost broken clock. His thoughts lead away from his nightmares to more serious thoughts. The cursed prophecy was on his mind again and he did not like of what he could make out. Without knowing, the prophecy repeated in his mind.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches … Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not … And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives … The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…

The Prophecy had been on his mind for some time now and he now understood his task in life. Kill or be Killed, he thought grimly. Harry sighed and decided to end it. If he was going to face Voldemort, he couldn't just sit here everyday brooding while people out there were dying because him.

"Well I've got to prepare now and it's time I left this dump" he said disdainfully looking at his shabby room. He had decided to take his life in his own hands and leave the Orders eye to train for the upcoming battle.

By the next day, he had already thought about where to live but had no idea how to get there or how he would escape in the first place. Today with the Dursley's was quiet. Usually, she would scream to wake him up for breakfast but that hadn't happened today.

It's too Quiet, he thought to himself as he got up from his bed. He opened the door just in time to hear a curse hit something and shatter the windows. "Great…an attack…just what I needed." He whispered as he reached for his wand off the dresser. The door downstairs exploded and he felt people running in.

The first voice however made Harry want to kill. "Hawwy….Where are you….why don't you come and play" said a false sweet voice that made his blood boil. Bellatrix was already here after him only after a week.

Not now though, he thought to himself to calm himself down. He had to escape and getting angry wasn't going to help.

Where to now, he thought to himself looking for an exit way. Glancing at his broom and a crazy idea came emerged in his head. But first he had to take Bellatrix out and any other of the Deatheaters out.

He grabbed one of the broken chairs and stood behind the door. He saw it open a bit and he swung it as hard as he could. He heard the smash and saw a Deatheater fall unconscious.

He kicked the body making it roll over its side to reveal Bellatrix. By the sounds of the rummaging going on in the rooms around him, they were about 4 more searching the other rooms.

He grabbed her wand and broke it in half to make sure she stayed incapacitated in the Muggle world. He pulled her into the room and then pushed his dresser against the door so anybody else couldn't get in easily.

Grabbing his most prized possessions such as his wand and cloak and his invisibility cloak and tucked them into an old backpack of Dudley's.

He also included the marauders map and some clothes that might do him some good. "Hedwig", he said opening her cage.

"Fly with me." He opened the window and let her out. Putting the backpack on his shoulders, he mounted his Firebolt and jumped out of his window.

Edited and made it a bit better...hope you guys like this newer version...