Author's Note: Man oh man am I lucky to have a expert at this stuff for an friend even if she is a Princess!! Rant Rant Blah Blah I am going to die now. She is Proof reading this for me -- I leave my insanity to my fans. For when I am dead.

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(You done?)--Imaginary Voice of Doom: Princess Style

Yea. I have a point to this I swear!

This is a repost of this story that is edited because I emphasized WAY! too much and capitalized every other word in the story.

Yes I dropped my brain and Yes I is a NooB

Sorry and Thank the Princess who helped me edit this fanfiction and the Reviewer who pointed this out.

Thank you and Enjoy!

Harry Potter's True Utopia

Chapter 1

"Lost"

Sitting in a squatting Position, Harry Potter The Once Famous Boy who Lived. Sat in a street corner wearing a long black tattered scarf, a pair of platform converse boots with long wool stockings. cut up and torn up jeans at the thigh with straps holding up the wool stockings and a cut up turtle neck sweater his arms were covered in long thick gloves with black ribbon attached to the sweater. a bat winged backpack with lots of pins were on his shoulders as well as a cheap pair of pink shaded sunglasses along with a multitude of facial piercings. in fact he was wearing all pink and black. including...pink lacy panties..

While listening and humming to 'In The Shadows' by Rasmus on his cheap but sturdy mp3 player. By now I am sure you are Wondering as to Why such a Famous Boy Wizard would be Sitting in a Corner in down town London In such a provocative outfit.

"How much?" Taking out the earplug of his mp3 player. Harry opens his eyes and looks up and smirks at the obvious buyer for the evening. "It's 500 for my company Take it or Leave it." Glaring up at the guy to show he wasn't intimidated. He prepared to get up and walk away after 5 seconds of silence. "fine." Turning to face the guy Harry encircled his arm. "Hotel, My place or yours?"

Walking into a simple, clean but small apartment, Harry kicked off his boots and walked over to a answering machine, noticing he had a message. Pressing the play button he collapsed on the couch and counted tonights earning. " Hey sweet cheeks!" "Hey Molly..." He murmured to the machine " Rei Rei Told me to call you and leave a message since you already left to hunt tonight. You got double shifts tomorrow so hit the sack early Hun! Hope you got your uniform clean because tomorrow is Boy's Night! Toodles!" beep "No new messages" Smirking as he locked away his cash in a tin box then hiding it with magic.

"At least that's triple the tips."

"Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Banana Phone"

"I have GOT to change that Ring tone."

"Ping Pong Ping Pong Beep"

"It's 3 am. are you a requester or Rei Rei?"

"Dammit Harry! You better show up tomorrow for work and stop calling me Rei Rei!"

"Nice to hear from you too Reno. How was sex with Molly?"

sigh "look Cain. 'heh.. I still am not used to that name' I know your low on cash this week so If you need a lend out..."

"heh Molly has a big mouth..and No thanks I made good with the selling on my body tonight so I'll make it. working at the Rose helps too and It's your bar... I'll be fine. and I'm going to bed so I can get into that lovely uniform you make us wear on Boy's Night. Byyyyee."

"Cain..Beep"

"Besides how can I ask you to lend out when you guys saved me from the street...damn you Dumby-Dore"

Getting up from the couch and heading to the bathroom. Harry strips out of his clothes and His glamours, scattered all around his body were old healed scars from belts, whips, knives and burns. Smirking at his reflection, He placed his hand on the Scar that started it all. "Started with One. Ended with a Thousand." Taking a steaming hot bath to soak is aching body. Harry closed his eyes and remembered. He remembered how it all began.

It had started so simply. It had been said with so much ease it made Harry's blood boil just thinking about it

"Harry My Boy I am afraid I have some news to report to you. It seems your vaults have been emptied and your tuition can no longer be paid for Hogwarts. I am also saddened to report that you have been left with a small debt as well towards the school as most of your money was donated to the Order so we can end this horrible war"

Smirking he looked up at the man he would hate all his life. The man who convinced him make friends that were never true. The Man who sent a 11 year old boy to his death. This Man who Made him grow up all too quickly to become a tool in the war that he helped create. That The side he was on was always right. The side of the Light. But in truth was the Blackest of all Darkness.

"I see. I will pack my things and Do what is best for this world. I will die to end the reign of Voldemort."

Dumbldore pretended to look sad but you could tell by the twinkle in his eyes that he was proud of his achievements to make Harry die for the good cause of ending the war. Only 5 soon to be 4 Horcruxes would remain.

"As much as this saddens me Harry to hear you make that decision. I will not stop you my boy. If you would like I can get you a poison that will make it not painful. It will feel like you are sleeping"

'So now your true side shows Dumbldore. I figured as such...I'm Not as brainwashed as you think. I don't intend to die anyway'

"As tempting as that offer sounds. I would like to do it when I am alone. I will also do it so It will show that You had no part in knowing. I only pray to the Gods that The remaining Horcrux's will Be destroyed soon after my death"

Dumbldore could only see his mask of resolve. He didn't see the hate Harry showed towards him in his eyes.

"Very well my boy. I will not get in your way. I am truly sorry it had to come to this."

'Liar' "Me as well Professor. If you could get the train or Knight Bus for me that would be great. I also must request the others know the truth. I think they will all agree it is for the best."

'Such courage. Farewell Harry." Dumbldore thought as he nodded "You have my word. They will Know of Your bravery."

Leaving the office and thanking the Gods that Ron and Hermoine were on a date. Harry quickly gathered his things. Harry soon left on The Knight Bus.

"Where to? You've already been paid for." Closing his eyes. He made a mental link to Voldemort.

'Voldemort I know you can hear me. I want to offer you information on Dumbledore and offer a deal to you as one of your remaining Horcrux's. Give me a location If you want it.'

"Hey I said where to?"

Opening his eyes suddenly he shook his head some and smirked.

"Sorry It's been a long time since I've been there. I was recalling the address.

Drop me off near Malfoy Manor please. I am visiting my cousin"

"err right."

An hour later Harry got off The bus and was greeted by none other then Draco Malfoy.

"Potter." was all he said as he glanced at Harry.

"Malfoy." Harry nodded in acknowledgment.

"Your wand." Draco said holding out his hand. "Not wanting to take any chances. You know"

" I know regulations when making small talk with the supposed Dark Lord that will destroy us all." Harry said mockingly as he handed over his wand over to Draco who pocketed it and began casting several detection charms on him. Seeing that he was clean of any spells. They walked to the manor After sneering back at the Death Eaters that guarded the place. Draco led him into a room and shut the door behind him.

"Well Potter This is a surprise. I never expected this from you. "

Turning to face none other then Voldemort. Harry did something that not Voldemort, No one in Gryffindor or Draco for that matter had he been there to see it. would have believed it.

He bowed to Voldemort willingly.

Smirking. Voldemort clapped his hands in sheer amusement. The Boy who Lived. The boy who was his demise. His salvation and his weakness; bowed to him.

"This must Be somthing quite serious for you to do such a degrading thing. You. a Gryffindor no less. What would your Leader of the Light Dumbledore think if he heard such a thing.

Shruging Harry looked directly at him. "I don't Give a Rat's ass about Dumbledore or this war. The Light Side is far more corrupted then the Dark anyway...At least the Dark Side has pride."

Getting up from his throne Voldemort walked up to Harry and entered his mind.

"Seeing as this is true. Please do tell me what you know. I do prefer hearing it then seeing it."

He said indicating to a chair near his throne. "Please go on."

Taking a seat and seeing that nothing happened. He got comfy and began telling Voldemort what he knew. How he knew about his Horcrux. How Dumbledore took everything and expected him to die within a few hours.

"I see. So Dumbledore took your inheritance and kicked you out of Hogwarts in hopes that you will kill yourself thus destroying one of my Horcruxs."

Showing no sign of regret or sadness. Harry Nodded. "Yes."

"I believe you said you had a proposition for me. What may I ask is that?"

"Help me fake my death. Let me live my life as I want it and I will stay out of all your plans. No longer to be a weakness but a Strength. I will change my appearance and stay hidden from all who knew me in the past you and I both know That you need me alive to keep your immortality."

"I am very surprised Potter. You a Gryffindor. are acting Like a.."

"Slytherin? I was offered that house once if you must know."

Placing his wand to his chin as way of thinking. Voldemort smirked and looked at Harry.

"Very well Potter. I swear to you that you will be left to yourself and Your death faked. But I do wonder. How will you go on without magic?"

Smirking up at Voldemort. "not that it is any of your business But I am old enough to perform magic legally. I leave my wand to you and will get a new one; add it to my corpse to make it look official if you don't mind. My magic is soon to be wandless as is."

Smirking himself Voldemort nodded. " So true. One last question before your supposed death. How will you get by?"

Shrugging " I don't know but I will."

"Potter." a bag was tossed to him. It held 1000 Galleons. " My Only mercy. I do need you alive after all" Voldemort said.

Saluting Voldemort; Harry left the mansion as Voldemort called forth his Death Eaters.

That was a year ago.

Getting out of the bath and drying off. Harry dressed in a pair of old flannel pajama pants then went to bed. He knew all the curses, spells and charms he could ever want to know thanks to some special ordering of books and Voldemort's mental link sharing with him knowledge that was handy.

The only place he was failing at was Potions.

End Chapter 1