A/N: I own nothing, except the character you haven't heard of, the plot and other such things. I will try and encrypt this story with as much factual and symbolism as possible in order to make it more interesting to find alternative meaning in everything. Everyone likes a good conspiracy. Critics are welcome, as I am an aspiring writer and I will value what you have to say (and respond) even if it is negative.

'In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death.' – Anne Frank

The Memoirs of a Hero

Chapter I: The Irrelevance of Winning

I had long since thought that the defeat of my enemy would leave me unemployed, so to speak. I had often wondered what would happen if my life ended, and my nemesis' did as well. My old mentor was quite right; death is the next great adventure. He is probably enjoying his adventure immensely, sucking on a lemon drop, while getting negative replies to his offers.

I had begun to think this not long after my seventeenth birthday, around a month after my mentor and grandfather figure's untimely death. My friends at the time found it slightly amusing, that I still retained my sense of humour. But even in these dark times I had long since figured that humour would be the only enjoyment that I could have.

It was not long after this that myself and my two best friends left the community to complete our own adventure. I remember distinctly my heart tearing apart as I watched the red headed beauty, who I had fallen in love with, stare at our figures as we left her behind once more. It was the last time I ever saw her, before thing began to get worse that is.

So began our hunt. The hunt to save ourselves, our world and its people from persecution, from an insane, but powerful man. Over the course of the year, we travelled across Europe. Learning and increasing our knowledge of magic, and more importantly, the knowledge of what Tom Riddle did during his years out of touch. Eventually we succeeded. We had found everything. All of the horcruxes had been destroyed. The book, the ring, the locket, the cup, the harp and the snake. After we had killed Tom's familiar, he had realised what we had been up too, and set about destroyed our world as quickly as possible. The Ministry regrouped at Hogwarts, as people looked towards the aging castle for hope.

My friends and I became heroes over our hunt for the truth. We became generals of the war; people respected us, looked up to us. We were no longer teenagers; we were adults, adults that everyone had such high expectations of.

On my eighteenth birthday, the day I proposed to my love, the Dark Lord struck. It was resounding, as they broke through the wards creating a metallic clang throughout the grounds, and we met them there. We fought fire with fire. In the end, I portkeyed the Dark Lord away to the place where it all started. Godric's Hollow. It was there that we duelled; it was there that I killed the most powerful Dark Lord for generations.

I knew what would happen now. I would be a hero, a saviour, more so than before. I also knew that I was dying. So, I decided to end it all right there and then. I didn't kill myself, no, I would never do that. I just pretended to be dead. I couldn't let my love, my friend and everyone deal with the celebrity status I would receive from this, she didn't deserve it. No one did. For all I knew, they could all in fact be dead. It would be pointless me returning. So with quick work, I transfigured a rock into myself. It took quite a lot of work, but in the end, there was a complete replica of myself, with no beating heart. I was dead. At this point, my power was abominably low, and I was gasping for breath, and the blood from my wounds coated my entire body. I laid down my wand, clearing it of any spells, and disapparated.

However, there was a problem that I never encountered. With my low magic, low concentration and bad condition, I caused something very rare to happen. A magic overload, a short circuit, or whatever. But what few don't know is that in the moments that you apparate from one place to the next, you become pure magic, and join the stream. I did just that, but instead of travelling with it, I became it. It joined my, fused with me, and eventually spit me out, changed, near a Muggle Hospital. I was found hours later, and rushed into hospital. For the next week, I was known as John Doe 321.

Once I had regained consciousness, I had been questioned for a name. I realised that it was time to use what my friends and me had put into place during our travels. Just in case something would happen, we created secret identities, unknown to everyone but ourselves. With this in mind, and the confidence that my fake identity would suffice, I told them this new name. But no sound came from my throat, so I grabbed the woman's pen, and wrote on her pad quickly. I felt my consciousness fading, as I heard the nurse's voice once more.

"Well, Mr Pearce, perhaps you would like to tell us how you got these injuries?"

I couldn't answer her question, as I began to lose consciousness once more. I am not really sure how long I was out of it, perhaps an hour, a week, and a month? Perhaps only a day? Time can be exact at some times, and uncertain in others. This was one of those. When I woke up again, I found myself in a white room, which was almost to bright for my eyes to handle. My right eye was covered, but my left seemed to be working fine. My right leg had a cast on it, but my left knee was wrapped up tightly. I ached all over, and had some burns on my arms. I opened my mouth to speak; my brain hadn't caught up to me yet, so I didn't think that I wouldn't be able to speak. As it turned out, my throat was bandaged as well. I had cut my throat, from battling the Dark Lord at some point. So due to this, I couldn't speak. What I didn't know was that it was permanent.

Hours passed, with me staring into space. Then a nurse entered my room. I distinctly remember hearing her gasp audibly, as she made her way towards me. She seemed quite young, if I recall correctly. She just stared at me for a minute, before leaving and calling the doctor in. A man came in, and brought a pad, and held it open and ready to take notes.

"Mr Pearce, can you hear me?"

I tried to speak once more, but I found that I couldn't.

"Don't try and speak, we have reason to believe that you have injured your vocal cords, and might be unable to speak, perhaps permanently. Just tap once for yes, twice for no."

I tapped once.

"Can you write?"

I tapped once. He handed me a pen, and I held it in my left hand. I was quite proud that I had learned to become ambidextrous. I then held the pen, poised to write.

"What's your full name?"

I wrote down three words. Kieran Evan Pearce.

"Your date of birth?"

March 21st 1980

"How did you get these injuries?"

I shrugged, as though I was unable to recall them. I had figured that the best way to get away with this would be by pretending ignorance. I then scribbled on the pad. Where am I?

"Royal Liverpool Hospital. Do you have any family?" I shook my head.

I know that lying is bad, but I didn't particularly care at that moment. All I cared about was getting better, and going out once more in the world. So I continued my stay at the hospital, before being released two weeks later, being told to take it easy. I agreed, and left before they could ask any more questions. I then proceeded in sending a letter as quickly as possible to Gringotts. You see, the Goblins and me had come to an agreement some time ago. They would do as I say, if I paid them well. It was quite simple really. So I sent them a note, which notified them of my being alive. I knew that by now I would be reported dead, perhaps still missing. But soon my will would be read, and I couldn't have my friends having my money, when I needed it. So I told the goblins to transfer the money into Muggle Currency, and distribute it to some charities. I would then take the money away from these charities before they even realised that they had it. Voila, I had my money once more.

One of the things I noticed upon my stay during the hospital, aside from my muteness, and weakness in my legs, was my appearance. I figured it was the problem I had during apparating, as they did advise you not to do so if your injured. It was so much of a problem, my appearance changing. It was strange, as I had only read about such things occurring very rarely. As I had become pure magic, and the magic rejoined with myself, I now look relatively ethereal. My once jet black hair is now a stark contrast, by being blond-white. Bleached due to the amount of magic I channelled during my apparation. My once tanned skin was now paper white, not sickly coloured, just extremely pale. My eyes, remained the same green colour. The magical colour of emerald green was perhaps too pure of magic to be changed. My build and height had remained the same, and my scar had disappeared with the death of the Dark Lord.

From the day I killed the Dark Lord, I knew that I would forever be changed. I understood that acting wasn't one of my strengths, and that I would have to do everything in my power to keep this up. I also understood that there was no turning back. I was alone in the world once more, and on some level I hated this.

I was Harry James Potter, hero of the wizarding world, survivor, friend, fiancée and leader. To those who I loved, I was now dead. What was left of a dying breed of heroes. Farewell Harry Potter, who was born July 31st 1980, and died July 31st 1998. Aged 18.

I am now Kieran Evan Pearce, mute, and about to start my new life once more. I hope for god that I do not have to become what I once was. I saved the world once; I have no intention of doing it twice.

Harry James Potter, or rather Kieran Evan Pearce, sat on the grass outside the main building of the university he attended. It had taken him an entire year to catch up, and thankfully he managed to do so. He realised that magic had affected his learning capacity and in an entire year he managed to complete his GCSEs (coming out with 3 As, 5 As and 3 Bs) and later got his A Levels (receiving 5 As in Biology, Psychology, Chemistry, Geography and Philosophy). He then started to attend Liverpool University, after renting a flat for a year, he moved onto campus, studying Forensic Anthropology as a degree. He took part in sports activities as best as possible, his favourite being Tai Kwon Do and Fencing (He found them easy as to his quick survival training for the war). Now however, he was starting his second year of his three year course, and was looking forward to it immensely. No, Kieran wasn't a geek and obsessed about his school work. No, the reason for his enjoyment was the small, brown haired girl who had befriended Kieran out of kindness. The two of them were great friends, and with the occasional 'benefits'. At least they had been like that for the first year, and he hadn't seen her over the summer.

He looked up suddenly, when he caught sight of a lightly tanned, petite young woman, who came bounding up to him with two friends trailing behind her. Her dark brown hair was plaited, and her pale blue eyes were shining in the autumn sun.

"Kieran!" she called, a wide grin on her face.

Kieran got up from the grass, and made his way over to her and her friends.

"Kendra." He signed to her, grinning at her. "Nice to see you again. How was your summer?"

"Mine? Fine? Spent most of it in Newquay, was quite fun." She then offered him a sly smirk, and stepped forwards. "But I seemed to have been missing something."

"What would that be?" replied Kieran, playing ignorant.

"You." She murmured, and leaned up to him, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

It was at this moment, Kieran Pearce's heart fluttered, something it hadn't done for just over two years. Perhaps there was hope for him yet.

"Kieran! Come on!" hissed Kendra, as she watched the blond haired man get dressed into some formal robes for the ceremony. "They might start without us!"

Kieran shot her a look which spoke for itself 'as if'.

"Just hurry up. Why are you so nervous anyway?" said Kendra, with a pointed look.

"It's not everyday a guy meets his girlfriend's parents for the first time, especially on the day of graduation." Signed Kieran rapidly.

"Girlfriend? I thought I was more than that?" asked Kendra, with a wink.

Kieran rolled his eyes, while grabbing his hat, and leaving his room, grabbing Kendra's hand in his.

"Perhaps, but I would rather I ask your parents first anyway."

The brown haired woman nodded her head anyway, and bounced down the corridor dragging a disgruntled Kieran with her. They arrived at a large gathering of parents and students, all of which were in formal clothes. They sat down in some spare seats, which were saved for them by their friends. Thus began to long graduation, as each student's name was read, and they received their diploma. When Kieran's name was called out, he rolled his eyes as the group of students from all of his sports activities, his own friend as well as Kendra's all cheered loudly. He made his way to the front, and collected his certificate, receiving smiles from all of his lecturers. He was the elected President of the Science's three years running; perhaps this might have had something to do with it.

He made his way down, and joined the group of officially graduated students. When Kendra came and joined him, he swung her around in the air, and kissed her deeply, causing a few wolf whistles from the near by students. But they didn't care. Kieran Pearce was acting his age for the first time in a while.

After they entire year had celebrated, the couple made their way over to where Kendra said her parents were. Kieran was met with a man and woman, with what appeared to be Kendra's older brother. Wonderful

"Kendra! You've graduated at last!" said what had to be her mother, as she gathered Kendra up into her arms. She then looked over her daughters shoulder, at Kieran, who felt a little out of place. "You must be Kieran Pearce, am I right?"

He nodded.

"I'm Penelope Williams, this is my husband Anton Williams, and our son Nicholas. I believe that you are already aware of our world?" asked Penelope.

He nodded once more.

"His grandmother was like me, Mum." Said Kendra. "He is well aware of the our world as well."

"Good, good, are you much used to the art of portkeys?" asked Penelope.

He nodded.

"Always good to know, have you both got all of your things?" They both nodded in unison, as all of there things had been put into specially shrunken trunks, stored in their pockets. After disappearing from sight, the five held onto a portkey, before vanishing into thin air.

At twenty two years old, Kieran Pearce was quite proud of himself. He had graduated from university, got married, got a job which paid unbelievably well and was now on the way to being a father. Both him and Kendra lived in the suburbs, Kendra working as an intern at a hospital, before becoming a fully fledged doctor. While he himself worked with the law enforcement when it came to identifying bodies and other such thing. He grinned to himself as he thought of Kendra's face when she told him that she was pregnant. It had been a shock, but the pair of them were very excited. Even more so when the doctor announced to him, that they were expecting twins. A boy and a girl.

His life couldn't really get much better, or so he led himself to believe. A pang in his stomach proved that he missed what he once was. He missed Ginny Weasley, the small red haired girl who he was to marry, and have this kind of life with. The red haired girl who was most likely dead by now. The one he would have his family with, the one who he would have enjoyed his life to its fullest with. But, as he had learnt long ago, you can't have everything in life.

He looked up towards the sound of his wife's voice, as a peaceful feeling of acceptance washed over him. He was home here. It was perhaps not his favourite, but it was his. He had a family to take care of now, and a reason to remain alive and something to protect. If anyone tried to harm his family, they would face the consequences. Harry James Potter may have been someone to not trifle with, but Kieran Evan Pearce was someone potentially deadlier and darker. When the time would come, the people of the world would be unprepared to face what is to come. All except Kieran Evan Pearce.

Harry James Potter died July 31st 1998, at the hands of the power he once controlled. He left behind his friends and family, to move on to the next world.

Kieran Evan Pearce was what remained, a silent man with a heart of cold, a shady past, a loving wife with children on the way. The one problem was his protective streak.

Elsewhere, in the northern highlands of Scotland, children celebrated the night of All Hallows Eve, eating sweets and other such food. Across the world, millions of children were knocking on doors, asking for sweets. Deep in the dark of forests, hundreds of people completed rituals to welcome the spirits of the past to the world, and a small group of individuals cheered, roared and shouted their new leader as he made his way up onto the platform. For four years they had remained in silence, but no more.

As Kendra Pearce called for her husband to help her, as she clutched the swollen stomach in pain, she had no idea the world her children would be born into.

Halloween, All Hallows Eve, 2002 was a date that no one would forget as a turning point for the world. For one family it was a night to celebrate as a pair of blond haired twins were born on that night, as for a group of people who sat in a house in London, it was a night of frightening knowledge as all of their worse fears were confirmed.

There was a new Dark Lord, but this time, perhaps more menacing than before.

This was just an idea that came into my head, rest assured, there will be chapters, and this is not it. I am not that mean. I hope you all enjoyed this opening enough to pleasure me with a review. It keeps me happy. If you find anything wrong with it, or wish to ask my about something, leave it in the review and I will reply to it.

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