(A/N) I am getting tired of getting an idea, writing, getting a different idea and writing even more without posting, So here is my one story, no weird re-writes or chapter changes, so hahaha!

I'm not even going to flatter myself with a disclaimer, like heck anyone would confuse my muddled writing style with J.K's

One Reason to Live

Chapter 1

The burning summer sun dipped low over the houses on Privet Drive streaking purples and pinks behind it, the last rays shone on a raven haired boy, sitting staring out at the evening sky. Dark clouds were following the sunset, promising rain.

Harry was exhausted he was ready to flop back into his bed, he didn't sleep often; too many memories awoke and lived in his dreams.

That night was the end of Harry's first week back, 'home' as some people called it, to Harry, the Burrow, even though he had only been there twice felt like home, it was somewhere he didn't dread going for holidays like the Dursleys, or Gimmauld Place. Harry spent his days in his bedroom, brooding, or sometimes he would leave his lair for long walks far away from anything that reminded him of his own life and existence. Nights were the worst, the dreams of memories haunted him, there was no peace for the weary.

Pulling himself away from the window he looked back into his room, six separate letters sat by Hedgewig's cage, unopened. Ron and Hermione had sent him letters, but Harry didn't care, it was too late for anything they had to say. As requested he sent a letter once every three days to the Order to let them know he was alive, he was still very pissed off at the Order, especial Dumbledore. The very people that were supposed to be helping him, were only hiding him, not letting him know the important information. If they would have let him know, he would never have gone to the Department of Mysteries. And once again the Order was leaving him in the dark.

Sitting down Harry scrawled a quick letter to them,

To Whom It May Concern:

I'm fine. The Dursleys are being good.

Harry.

Sending the letter off with Hedgewig, Harry laid back in his bed, foregoing dinner. He had discovered that with his dreams it was better not to eat before he slept Harry leaned his head against his bed and tried to clear his mind.

Two hours later Hedgewig came back with a letter attached to her leg. Opening the window for her, Harry detached the letter and was about to throw it into the stack of his unopened mail, when he noticed the seal, this letter was not from Ron, or Hermione. Without reading any of his mail, Harry deduced that Ron and Hermione were staying at the same place, whenever he sent a letter to check in they would send two back with it, they must be staying at Headquarters.

Staring at the full moon seal, he broke it open, pulling out to thin yellowed pieces of parchment. Harry unfolded it reading,

Dear Harry,

You're not fine, it you were I'd be worried. I know you miss him, I do too, he was my friend for so long. Now I am the last of the Marauders, and your guardian, though I will not call myself your Godfather, he was your only Godfather and I can never take his place. I want you to come with me, but Dumbledore is being…

Harry put the letter down in disguised, Dumbledore, the almighty screwer of all chances he had for a normal life. Getting up, Harry walked out into the rainy night.

The cold rain pushed at him soaking him thoroughly in a matter of seconds but Harry walked on letting the water drip from his soaked hair into his eyes. His bare feet slapped against the cold wet asphalt as he walked, if there was dementors around him he couldn't tell. Mud sloshed beneath his feet as he entered the park, sitting on a swing full of water, he pushed into the mud with bare feet slowly swinging back and forth.

Emerald eyes closed, as thoughts, images, emotions flashed before his unopened eyes, remembrances of one moment in time, the moment that changed his life forever. Like a camera reel, the images moved in fast-forward, flashing sounds, scents, everything from his fifth year at Hogwarts. Harry sat entranced, unable to open his eyes as he watched, like a sick nightmare, Sirius falling for the last time.

Slumped in the swing his mind cried out, not again, oh god, not again! Tears fled from his unopened eyes, running off into the small pools the rain had formed beneath the swings.

Not knowing how much time had past, Harry finally let his hands slide from the wet chains; his knuckles had turned white from clutching them so tightly. Standing up, he began to trudge back up Magnolia Drive in the pouring rain. A feint bolt of lightning crossed the sky, illuminating the door of number 4 as Harry turned the handle.

He had to be quite, from the sky it looked late and he did not want to wake any of his relatives, he would just sneak up to his room and lay there in the darkness like every other night and day he was with the Dursleys.

Quietly pushing the door open Harry peered into the dark entrance hall, lightning once again flashed across the sky, illuminating a grotesque masked face grinning at him, through its slits. Before Harry could even react, he was blown back into the yard ten feet by a powerful blast from a wand.

Quickly pulling himself up off the ground, he snatched out his own wand from his back pocket and aimed at the door, black masked figures poured out everywhere from their hiding places. From somewhere Harry heard a cackle of insane laughter and a loud bang, looking up into the sky, his heart melted with dread as he saw the dark mark hanging sickly green in the wet night sky. Dementors glide in, their dark presence putting despair into Harry's heart, 'What to do? What can I do against a force this powerful? I'll make that bitch and her master pay!' The blood started to pound in his ears thinking about Bellatrix Lestrange, he would make her pay.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM" he screamed pointing his wand at the shapes that glided towards him through the rain. His only thought was revenge on Bellatrix, though it may not be a good thought, it brought a smile to his face.

From the tip of his wand poured out liquid light that formed Prongs, the stag charged the black shapes tearing them into shreds, it destroyed six of the on coming Dementors that where stopping hesitantly in front of the Patrons, quickly the remaining Dementors fled back to their masters with an angry Prongs charging after them. Harry turned around to face the other Deatheaters that were swarming him from behind, the cold hand of dread clenched his stomach, despair seeped once again into him, spinning around Harry sent a blast of fire into the Dementor's cloaked face, giving out a hideous shriek that filled the night air it turned and ran waving it's arms in pain, before it fell onto the wet ground and began to roll.

Harry shot two quick spells at the Deatheaters in front of him, but before he could turn around to face his other foes, his wand soared from his grasp and into the out stretched hand of a black cloaked figure, laughing maniacally, it ripping off its mask, to reveal Bellatrix Lestrange,

"Poor Baby Potter, all alone without your beloved godfather, he was fun to kill, but you, this will be a treat."

Harry lunged at her connecting his first with her face and earned a satisfying crunch. Before he could punch her again, he was levitated into the air, Bellatrix scrambled off the ground, wand pointed steadily at him,

"You little Bastard!" She shrieked, blood pouring out of a nasty cut on her cheek where a bruise was already beginning to form, "You shouldn't attack your elders and betters, I should think that the least that mangy dog did was teach you manners, I guess he left that for me." Pointing his own wand at him she shouted,

"Vulnero Valetudo!"

Harry felt hundreds of whips striking fiercely at him, unable to stop himself, loud heart rending screams tore from his throat. No matter how he moved to defend himself, he could not stop them. After felt like hours, but was no more than a matter of minutes, the whips stopped,

"Had enough?" Came a sickly sweet voice. Harry opened his eyes, the pain was unbearable, opening his mouth, only a raspy cough and blood came out, "Sorry didn't catch that. You should speak up." Wand still pointed at him, he tried once again, but was only rewarded with more coughs and blood.

"Don't worry Harry, I'll get you talking, Lacer Velius!" Bella yelled.

Unseen knives cut through Harry's clothes and deep into him. Blood sprang up in red ribbons from the lacerations that began to grow across from his chest. His already beaten skin began to cut apart adding to Harry's screams. As the knives made it across his chest and back, a black figure crossed the lawn,

"Stop." Came the deadly snake like voice. Lestrange ignored the figure; the knives began up Harry's neck. "Stop Bella." The voice said as it came closer; the knives still went higher and began to cut into his face.

"Stop!"

Abruptly the knives stopped. Harry struggled to open his eyes, his whole body shaking, blood pouring out of his mouth, eyes, and nose. Everything was a blur, but Harry was able to make out what was happening in front of him, Bellatrix lay on the ground twitching as screams poured out of her mouth like water from a fountain.

"Tut, tut Bella, don't be so hard on him, the world wouldn't understand this treatment towards Harry Potter." The last words had been spat out like a fowl oath, looking up the black cloaked figure meet eyes with him. "Oh, Potter is still awake, how do you feel?"

Harry's throat rasped again, "Sorry, didn't hear that." He stepped closer. Harry spat blood in his face and forced out a sentence, "Go to hell Tom."

A thin line stretched across Toms face, the smile did not hold an ounce of mirth, licking Harry's blood off his face, he smiled again,

"Good. Come down."

Suddenly the incantation that held him was gone; Harry fell to the ground in a painfull bloody mass.

"It seems Bella has had all the fun. Don't worry; we'll make you some more," pointing his wand at Harry's left arm he spoke, "Skelos Frendo Maxima!"

As a pained scream ripped out of his throat, Harry stared down at his arm, a juicy crack had rent the air seconds before, the bone in Harry's arm was broken, and a sharp chunk of bone was sticking up out of the skin on his forearm.

Voldemort smiled maliciously, "Here Harry," Voldemort said tossing the wand at Harry's feet, "Defend yourself, if you aren't too much of a weakling, and now for the satisfaction of many years wasted, Crucio!"

Harry writhed on the ground, blood leaked from every pore, his screams echoed through the neighborhood, but his screams fell on deaf ears. This mind screamed in pain, pleading with the rest of the body to just die. Soon the spell wore off.

Voldemort smiled, "This was as easy as killing your parents, but so much more satisfying, Crucio!

Harry twitched on the ground, but no screams came out, as he lay there, he felt as if he was above his body watching, he knew the pain was there, but he wasn't registering it any longer, 'So this is what its like to die.' Harry looked away from his own bloody body and looked at the world beyond the pain, the world shimmered with magic, Harry was surprised that he had never seen it before, it was almost blindingly bright. Every living thing had magic in it, the trees where fretted with the white glow through out it branches and leaves, the grass seemed to be thin strains of white with a green boarder around it, life giving magic pulsed through it all.

Harry stared death in the face, wasn't this what he was privately wishing for since Sirius died? He knew he couldn't kill himself, but hadn't he been silently asking for it all to end? But now when the time had finally come, he no longer wished for his final end, but for revenge. Dreams of revenge on the ones that had done this to him coursed through his veins like poison. The bastards had taken away everything; their lives should be brought to an end for justice! Now all the nagging questions came to an end, he had a reason to live, to be the bringer of justice and sweet Revenge!

Opening his eyes, Harry slowly sat up; ignoring the pain he struggled to his knees picking up his discarded wand. Looking up at Voldemort Harry gave him a grim smile.

Voldemort did not like it when the boy got to his knees, raising his wand he was about to summon the death curse when the boy smiled at him, for the first time since Hogwarts Tom felt genuine fear, deciding to end it he raised his wand, "Avada Ked…"

To be continued………………………