Chapter 1: Prologue
Disclaimer – I do not own anything regarding Harry Potter or any of the characters, though I wish I did, it would be friggin awesome
The rain hammered down from the stormy night sky over Hogwarts Castle, Harry Potter felt the thick droplets hit the frames of his glasses as he stepped out onto the roof garden of the Astronomy Tower. Reaching up with a sigh, he wiped them slowly and walked to the edge of the railing staring at the ground beneath, thinking hard. Today was his birthday, and by the time he was nineteen years old Harry had lost not only parents, but his Aunt, Uncle, Cousin, his best friends, in fact, Harry had lost just about anybody and everybody that he had ever cared about. Of course this hadn't been the way that Dumbledore had planned it, but then again, Dumbledore had thought that Harry could willingly sacrifice his life to get rid of the Horcrux that was in his scar. Now Harry Potter felt nothing but guilt, a sticky black hand of shame for his cowardice was wrapped around his heart. The one called Lord Voldemort was still alive, the world was in peril and everyone he knew bar Professor McGonagall was dead. Even she hadn't been seen for months so she might as well have been.
He had never even found true love. That brief fling with Ginny had only cemented the fact that he only really saw her as a sisterly figure anyway – she looked so much like his mother that he found it totally creepy in the first place that he had ever actually fancied her. She had been with Dean when she had died, after just announcing that she was pregnant with their child. Guilt swam over Harry once more as the rain buffeted his hair and face. The thought of Ginny's fiery red hair only brought his thoughts to the young man who had been his best friend. Ronald Weasley, had gone swanning off with Lavender Brown and broken Hermione's heart, or it had seemed that way until him and Hermione finally confronted each other one night at the Burrow.. It had taken only 3 weeks for Ron realise he had made the wrong decision to choose Lavender over Hermione, and jealousy overtook him. Coming to the conclusion that Harry and Hermione were in fact together he was consumed with a terrible rage. In turn, his Pureblood status, and newfound hatred for Harry had turned him into a Death Eater. It was the worst night Harry's life when had been forced to kill his first real friend. But then with the murder of not only Hermione, but Neville as well, Harry would never have been able to forgive him.
Harry could now never have a family, he had never truly been in love and the girl who he had finally seen a spark with had been killed by the man who was supposed to have been his best friend. With a quick look at the door back down from the astronomy tower, Harry centred his body, turned around, and stepped backwards from the edge.
