Disclaimer: I own nothing; it all belongs to J.K.Rowling.
Warning: Language, Violence, Death and maybe more later.
Summary: They thought that they could play him, that he was there pawn, but he played them, made them his pawns but now was the time to let go of that mask he wore.
It my first try so if people like it tell me and I continue I'm from Holland so my writing can be a little off.
Prologue
A young man was watching the stars out of is bedroom window, his name is Harry Potter but he was no ordinary boy you see Harry was a wizard. When he was one year old, a dark wizard with the name of Voldemort came to his house and tried to kill him, Harry's parents died that night. That was what the world thought and it was what Albus Dumbledore said but Harry knew better, he knew his parents had abandoned him, left him for dead.
His godfather died a few days back but Harry did not mourn, cause he knew Sirius died the way he wanted, fighting death eaters, he wouldn't mourn because he knew Sirius wouldn't want that. In stead of mourning this young man was scheming, planning to get out of privet drive no. 4. Because tomorrow was the reading of Sirius will , tomorrow he would get what was his by birth right, but he would have to be fast if he wanted what was his because tomorrow was also the day James and lily potter and there children would return.