Hey guys. AMPW here! Okay so I know that I don't have any Harry Potter fanfics yet but hey got to start somewhere. This will be a multi-chapter story not just a songfic. So I hope you enjoy.


It was a dark night outside. The sparse stars and the moon were the only items leading him to his new stand. His new cause.

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck

Some nights, I call it a draw

His was done. Done with all the bad luck or good luck that happened, when it came to facing Voldemort. He called it draw that night. With his mortal enemy. But was he really? Was he really the enemy?

Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle

Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off

Right now, Harry James Potter did not want anything to tie him to his past. Not to the castle his lips called home. At that moment actually he wished that they would just fall off. It would have saved him a lot of grieve earlier in his life.

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost

But every night Harry would wake up, emerald eyes blazing drenched in cold sweat, reliving every death of someone he knew in the past almost five years. He soon had such a haunted look on his face that his uncaring relatives actually asked if he was ok.

Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for oh

What do I stand for? What do I stand for?

Most nights, I don't know anymore...

Then over the course of the summer, he started talking to Tom through his mind. Yes, he called him Tom. Only Harry was allowed. This started to change his view. What did he really stand for?

Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah oh oh

Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah oh oh

Then Tom opened his eyes fully. He showed Harry that he was not really who he thought he was. No. His real name was Harrison Dean C. Bourne. Harry was the son of the two best assassins in the world. Jason Bourne and Aaron Cross.

This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?

Why don't we break the rules already?

Was this really Dumbledore's plan? To have Harry raised believing that his parents were dead. No not any more. Did his parents actually know that he was alive?

I was never one to believe the hype - save that for the black and white

I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style

He never believed the hype Dumbledore gave him about his parents being dead. It never felt right. Now it made sense.

And that's alright; I found a martyr in my bed tonight

He stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am

Oh, who am I? mmm... mmm...

Now he doesn't know. The only one that has stopped him from wondering who he truly was was Draco. Tom had given Harry permission to speak to one person about these findings. He no longer trusted his old friends. Who know if they were in Bumblefuck's pocket? Draco always answered that no matter his name he was always Harry or Potter to him.

Well, Some nights, I wish that this all would end

Cause I could use some friends for a change

And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again

Some nights, I always win, I always win...

Like at this moment he wished for friends. But he quickly pushed that wish aside. His new life was going to hard with his parents and him now on the run. He just had to catch up to his parents first.

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost

Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh

What do I stand for? What do I stand for?

Most nights, I don't know... (come on)

Every passing night Harry would wake up, emerald eyes blazing drenched in cold sweat, reliving every death of someone he knew in the past almost five years. He needed to find his dads or else he feared that he could go insane.

So this is it? I sold my soul for this?

Washed my hands of that for this?

I miss my pa and dad for this?

Some nights he asked if he was doing the right thing. But always he came up with these questions to answer his problem. Was he really going to sell his soul, wash his hands of that, and miss his pa and dad for this hype? NO!

No. When I see stars, when I see, when I see stars, that's all they are

When I hear songs, they sound like this one, so come on

Oh, come on. Oh, come on, OH COME ON!

It was time to live his own life. As Harrison Cross-Bourne.

Well, this is it guys, that is all - five minutes in and I'm bored again

Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands

This one is not for the folks at home; Sorry to leave, pa, I had to go

Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?

He's bored. So finally action came, he reached his parents. He just knew that that fire blazing down by the stream, warding off ten wolves, was his parents.

My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she calls "love"

When I look into my nephew's eyes...

Man, you wouldn't believe the most amazing things that can come from...

Some terrible lies...ahhh...

From those terrible lies Bumblefuck gave him, it gave him the most amazing thing in his life. Harrison was now fighting off a pack of grey wolves with his Pa and Dad. With Jason Bourne and Aaron Cross. Those lies gave him his family back.

Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, oh oh

Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, oh oh

After all the wolves were gone, Aaron looked at his and his husband's helper. A broken sob broke out of his mouth. He walked up to the fifteen year old boy in front of him and asked,

"Harrison?"

The other night, you wouldn't believe the dream I just had about you and me

I called you up, but we'd both agree

It's for the best you didn't listen

It's for the best we get our distance... oh...

It's for the best you didn't listen

It's for the best we get our distance... oh...

Harrison nodded and was immediately swept up into two pairs of strong arms. Tears escaped his eyes. He was finally with his family. Those who tried to take him away would now pay…