Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or Harry Potter

Chapter 1

A 21 year old Harry Potter was wondering around the streets of San Francisco. He wasn't really paying much attention to his surroundings; instead he was deep in thought about what had happened in the past few years and in the war. Even though the war was over there were still some memories from it that hurt him to much, such as the deaths of Ron and Hermione. They had been on a mission for the order in Europe trying to get help from other countries when it happened.

Flashback

They were in France waiting for a reply from the French minister of magic when death eaters surrounded them. The battle lasted for 15 minuets before they were captured but not before they had taken out some of Voldemort's best death eaters (this including Bellatrix Lestrange). They were tortured for three days before Voldemort sent for Harry; He was sat in a large chair at the back of the room with his inner circle around him. As Harry mentally prepared himself for battle Voldemort started to talk. "Join me Potter and I promise I will let your friends live. As he finished more death eaters dragged Ron into the room.

"Don't do it Harry. I'd rather be dead then see you join the likes of him. Harry barely paused before spitting his response.

"Never!" Voldemort waved his hand angrily and the death eaters started torturing Ron. Before they finally killed him he was muttering incomprehensibly to himself and Harry knew he had been driven to insanity just like the Longbottoms. He was dragged to a cell and left there to stew. He wasn't sure how long he had been there when he was finally dragged back into the throne room. This time Hermione was tortured. And then raped. Voldemort then had her killed but instead of letting his death eaters have the pleasure, he had Harry forced to do it. Two days later Harry finally managed to escape. He had a few more injuries then when he went in and one less eye.

End Flashback

He could still hear his best friend's screams as they were tortured. Due to the loss of an eye he now had a similar eye to Mad Eye Moody. He was still in denial about what had happened, and even though no one blamed him for what had happened he still blamed himself.

I would like to thank Coolkat Avalon for her help in creating this chapter and that I would like this to be her story aswell.