Chapter 1
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I walk alone
I walk a...
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...
"Boulevard Of Broken Dreams"
Green Day
This story takes place after Harry's 6th year at Hogwarts
Harry's P.O.V.
Now that I think about it, my life right now is very similar to the song Hermione was always singing by that muggle band Green Day. I am walking down the same type of road, it may not be the only one I have ever known, but in my heart it is important to me. It has been three months since Dumbledore's funeral, and a lot has happened. Right after the funeral they sent us all home, and I went back to the Dursleys, and like always, it was hell.
Flashback
3rd person
Harry walked off the train to find no sight of the Dursleys, and after bidding farewell to a grief stricken Mr. And Mrs. Weasley; he went off to hail a cab. Harry walked inside to find a not so welcoming committee of Vernon Dursley, for Dudley and his mother had gone out shopping for summer clothes. "Potter" Uncle Vernon spat in a way that would have Snape matched "what are you doing here?" "I live here. Well not really, because I could never call this place home despite what Professor Dumbledore said. And neither of us wants me to be here, but I guess I can heed one of Dumbledores' last requests by staying here, no matter how horrible it may be." Harry said all the while glaring a Vernon Dursley. "Don't you take that tone wi-wait? Last requests? You mean he's d-" but Harry cut him off "yes he is dead. And one of our very own teachers did it too. Imagine that. And then he went off to worship Voldemort, or you would know him as the man who killed my parents." Harry said trying to keep his voice from breaking. Vernon started to speak but Harry beat him to it "Hogwarts is going to close down for a month at the start of the term so we will be starting October 1st instead of September 1st, but even when it does re-open I will not be going back" here Uncle Vernon protested "but I will not be staying here, the only reason I came back is because Dumbledore said I needed to and that's it. I will only be staying a day or two and after that I am gone." Harry started to walk up the stairs when his uncle spoke "And where will you be going? Your parents are dead, you godfather is dead and now that crazy old coot is dead, don't expect to get any money out of me to pay for lodgings. And that evil guy Voldemort is trying to kill you, so how do you expect to live?" "Vernon, Vernon" at this Vernon's face reddened "you seem to forget. I am the boy who lived, the chosen one, do you really think I will not be able to handle myself when I have faced Voldemort multiple times and I have dealt with his followers more times than that? Well good night." Harry stated as he walked up the stairs to his bedroom leaving and angry pudgy-faced man at the foot of them.
Harry kicked his bed. He was angry with his uncle. How could he act so coldly when he has lost just as much? Harry knew that his uncle had lost his father and brother to a motorbike accident when Vernon was eight, and if Harry wasn't a wizard, he knew his uncle wouldn't act this way because he knows what it was like to lose a loved one. "Who cares what he thinks. Dumbledores dead, and there is nothing I can do about it. Damn! Why does everyone I get close to have to die? And that's when it dawned on him; he had an uncanny feeling that his parents, Sirius, and Dumbledores death had to do something with the fact Harry had to face Voldemort alone. Just then he remembered the promise he made to Ron and Hermione, he was to take them with him, he knew they wouldn't understand as they had when he told them they couldn't come with him to Number 4 Private Drive. They just wouldn't understand. And that's when Harry thought of the plan.
A/N
I hope you like it so far, sorry its so short, butIm working on it!And please be nice in the reviews this is my first fic. Tell me if I should continue with it or not. I know its not good to end in a flashback, but the beginning chapters will mostly be flashbacks of what happened over the summer until we find Harry back walking down that road. Please review, and I will take any advice since this is my first fic.