Hello again, I know that I haven't updated in a long time; it has a reason.

But before that, I must make some announcements, this story was taken away about two months ago, probably because it had a tiny lemon part.

I will rewrite the story, sorry to all the people who like lemon, it will be left to your imagination. I'll try not to make Harry so out of character, it was getting on my nerves to see him so fragile; I have to thank my first flamer for opening my eyes, can't remember it's name, but thanks anyway.

I hope it will be darker, I'll make my best. Prue will be replaced. Of course, most of you don't know what I'm babbling about, but the ones who read the first version will understand.

Now, the ones that were waiting for any kind of update, the reason I was away is:

My 15 year old cousin, got knocked up, she had her baby boy around mid-April (some days later after my last update), the problem was that she ran away, leaving the kid with me and my parents.

We haven't been able to find her. So I've been playing 'mommy' because I'm the one that spends more time at home.

That's not it, two months ago, my grandmother got sick, she still is. I got the nurse job.

Between the baby and my grandmother, my free time was blown to pieces.

They are better now, the baby doesn't cry so much anymore, and my grandmother can be left alone now, so I'll have a little time to write from now on.

Harry Potter doesn't belong to me, it belongs to JK Rowling, nor does the song of Bon Jovi 'Living on a prayer'

Prologue

Harry Potter was standing in the middle of a park, he was alone and his vision was blurry, like an scene taken out from a horror movie.

He heard the joyful laughter of a young child, he couldn't make out whether it was a girl or a boy. The sound was coming from a nearby place, yet it sounded so distant, he couldn't explain it, but it made him remember the way he felt whenever he woke up several mornings with a happy smile plastered on his face, when he could remember that he had dreamt something wonderful, yet, it left his memory the moment he was fully awake. The simple and careless laughter of that child warmed his heart to the core.

"Mommy,! Daddy,!" the child yelled at his parents; Harry turned around and saw him on one of the swings, "Look! I'm flying!" More laughter could be heard...

"Mommy,? Where are you? Daddy?" the wind whistled and send chills up Harry's spine. The child sounded afraid, it sounded just like himself when he was a child, afraid of everyone... afraid of not finding himself loved.

He had the sudden urge to protect the kid, to wrap his arms around the child and soothe it until it reached the wonders of a soundless nap, but he couldn't move, his legs were like lead.

His thoughts were interrupted when the young child was looking up at him with tear-filled eyes, it's face was blurry, impossible to recognise, but something suddenly changed, the child didn't seem to be sad anymore...

It's little face seemed to be split by a huge toothless smile, the kid sighed in relief,

Harry gasped in shock when the child's eyes were thrown into clear view, a pair of eyes, just like his own were looking at him, radiating unconditional love, a pair of eyes that were laughing with the pleasure of a blessed life...

Harry Potter opened his eyes, he had a peaceful expression, something he hadn't had in a long time, not since Sirius's death. He took a moment or two to blink the tiredness of his eyes. It had been a pleasant dream.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud bang, someone had thrown his door to the other side of the room. He sat up to find himself face to face with Voldemort. He had his wand pointing at his forehead.

Hello, Potter...

Harry didn't know anything else, at the moment in which a red bolt emerged from the wand, his eyes rolled back, he left consciousness.

His last thought belonged to that dream, a dream he would never remember again.

Hundreds of miles away, a certain red-headed boy woke up from a similar dream.

The whole burrow was woken up when the residents of the house heard the horror-filled screams of a woman who saw deep into those red orbs, death eyes, no emotion left in them... screams of sorrow when her brain told her that she couldn't do anything against him, nothing to help her baby boy... when her heart told her that she wouldn't be seeing him in many years.

The screams of a mother, the screams of Molly Weasley.

Hope you like the improvements on this story. I want to know your opinions, whether good or bad. As long as you don't tell me to scorch in hell...

TBC

R/R