A/N: This is my version of the last book. I know that this won't happen this is just my version…

The prologue is a bit long but it is necessary so bear with me. Please review and help me know what to change, what to keep etc. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A Prologue or Two

It was midnight and a man stood at the edge of a forest looking over the huge empty space before him. The man was short and hunched over and his pale face was worried. Every slight sound made him twitch nervously. He was too thin and looked much older than he really was. Much older than he had been just a few short years back. The summer night air was warm but as he anticipated the meeting that would soon take place he shuddered. How had everything gone wrong for him so quickly? There were times when he thought he may have made a mistake all those years ago… he never really believed that though. This way he was still alive. That was all that mattered.

He had been waiting for a while and was almost beginning to think that they weren't going to turn up when he heard a loud 'crack' behind him. He took a deep breath, touched his thin hair nervously and turned round to see who had been the first. He hadn't even finished turning to check when there were dozens more cracking sounds all around him and the space was filled with people in black robes and masks. He pulled on his own mask and mixed into the crowd. Hoping and praying that this time he would go unnoticed.

There hadn't been a meeting this big since The Dark Lord's fall. Weaving in and out of the waiting Death Eaters, Wormtail wondered what it was that The Dark Lord wanted to say so badly that he would call everyone together like this. The Death Eaters numbers had grown massively in the last few months and there was a big risk of them being seen or followed. What was so important that The Dark Lord would take that risk? He would find out soon.

He didn't see his master appear but he felt all the bodies around him stiffen and turn to face one end of the field. He saw the tall, bony figure of The Dark Lord almost floating towards them and fell to the ground in a deep bow. All around him the other death eaters were silently bowing and he could see the smirk on his master's face as he saw how much power he had. It wasn't a smile. The Dark Lord never smiled.

The Dark Lord began to speak in his icy voice. It was hardly louder than a whisper but it cut through the silence like a knife. Impossible to ignore.

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In his small bed at the Burrow, Harry tossed about in his sleep. He was dreaming of a huge dark field filled with black figures. He could see Voldemort standing before them, saying something… what was he saying? He strained his ears but he couldn't make out many words. Voldemort was angry, maybe worried about something but he couldn't tell much else. The link was getting weaker.

He hardly ever dreamt about Voldemort anymore and when he did his dreams were indistinct, distant. Part of him was glad about it but another part desperately wanted to know what was happening, and his dreams seemed like the only way to achieve that. The scene blurred and faded away as he woke up.

It was still dark in the room. He could hear Ron's steady breathing in the bed next to his and the silence in the rest of the house. It was unusual for people to sleep so well. There was usually someone up, pacing, worrying. But then it was an unusual night. Everyone was as happy as they could be. There would be a wedding the next day. Bill and Fleur were getting married. Harry smiled into the darkness as he remembered Mrs Weasley's face the day before. It had been so long since he had seen her smile but she had been grinning all over her face, rushing around getting everything organised. He wished he could be that happy but, as usual, things weren't that simple.

He had been thinking a lot about the horcruxes. About starting the search for them. Ron and Hermione wanted to talk about it but he couldn't. He had decided a while ago that they weren't going with him. He knew they wanted to. He wanted them to be with him but he needed to go alone. At least for a while. However, he also knew they would never accept that decision so he had made a plan to slip away. He would do it the next day, just after the wedding. Everyone would be distracted, the perfect opportunity… but the thought of leaving alone scared him. He turned to look at Ron. He was going to miss him. They had been through so much together. He knew Ron would be better off without him though. He would have his family and Hermione and they wouldn't be in so much danger anymore. Somehow the thought that the people he cared about would be safer made leaving a bit easier.

The sun was starting to rise so he got out of bed, changed quietly so he wouldn't disturb Ron, and crept down the creaky stairs to the kitchen. As he opened a cupboard to get a glass he heard the door open.

"I thought I heard someone come down." It was Ginny.

"Yeah I thought I'd just get a drink."

She moved closer to him and tried to touch his cheek but he shifted away, pretending to be filling the glass in his hand. Her face fell and she mumbled something about getting dressed before leaving him alone.

Harry had been trying his hardest to avoid being alone with Ginny ever since he had broken up with her. He knew she thought that there was a chance he would change his mind and that made him feel uncomfortable around her because there wasn't. Even if he didn't have to leave. Ever since he had decided to leave school to find the horcruxes he had begun to feel like he had grown out of her. He hated thinking of it like that, it felt like he was patronizing her, like suddenly she was less mature than him, but it was the only way to describe the feeling. She was a part of his old life. He was starting again. Starting tomorrow.

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Harry had never been to a wedding before but he decided it wasn't fair to judge weddings in general by his experience of Bill and Fleur's. After all, he had been waiting for it to end since it started so he was hardly experiencing the full happiness of the occasion… Well that was what he told himself. He preferred that explanation to the other one which went something along the lines of him being dead inside and incapable of any emotion. He didn't like that idea very much.

Practically everyone else in the room had been in tears the whole way through the ceremony. True there weren't that many people but the ones that were there cried enough for all the people who couldn't make it. By the time the end came and everyone filed out to go to the party at the Burrow it was not difficult for Harry to make an excuse to get away. He told Ron and Hermione he felt like walking back, that he would meet them there and walked away before they had a chance to object. It would be a while before they realised he wasn't coming back.

He walked until he was a few roads away before turning into a back alley and sticking his wand out to call the knight bus.

"'ello Harry! Long time no see. You know I was thinking about you the other day! I was just telling…" Harry could see that Stan would be talking for a while so he cut him off before he had a chance to get going properly.

"That's great. Listen, I need to go to somewhere near Godric's Hollow. Do you know where that is?" Stan nodded looking a bit annoyed at being interrupted. Harry felt a bit bad but he knew Stan would forget about it fairly quickly. He made up for it buy buying the most expensive toothbrush before going to sit on one of the chairs near the back of the bus. He rested his head on the window, watching all the different scenery speed past. He was out and for the first time in his life he was in control. Well… if he didn't count the mad, evil wizard who was after him and the war and all the other crazy things he hated and couldn't change, then he was in control. In less than a week he would be of age and he could do whatever he wanted. A slow smile spread over his face. In spite of everything that had happened and everything that was going to come, that was a good thought.

Suddenly a wave of tiredness washed over him. Looking around the bus he saw there was still a few more stops before Godric's Hollow. He tried to clear his mind completely the way Snape had taught him but thinking about it made him remember Snape and just the thought of the man made him so angry he felt like he would explode. He had been working hard at his occlumency but he still wasn't getting very far with it. He was determined to get better now he had realised how important it really was but he always seemed to feel too much. Eventually he gave up and drifted off to sleep.

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It is very easy to make plans but a lot of the time it is much harder to carry them out. Harry was beginning to realise that there were a few serious flaws in his plans. He had decided weeks ago, when he was lying in his small bed at the burrow, exactly what he was going to do. His first plan had been to visit the house in Godric's Hollow and look around. Find out what had happened to his parents things. He knew his parents had been part of the Order and that they were in touch with Dumbledore so he thought by visiting he could maybe kill two birds with one stone. He could see where his parents lived, his first home and if he was lucky he might find out a bit more about how things were before Voldemort disappeared. He had a feeling that he needed to know. Like it might help him anticipate what Voldemort would do this time. It was a good theory. When he left the wedding he had been sure it was the right way to go. However, there were several things he hadn't accounted for.

The first was that there were two Godric's Hollows and the Knight Bus had first taken him to the wrong one. The second thing was that when he arrived at the right place he found the house had been fenced off.

It was a kind of tourist attraction. There were almost always people gathered around the fences to see it during the day but no one was allowed inside. He had been told by a local in the surrounding village that nothing had been moved inside the house. They thought it was bad luck. After the bodies had been taken away and the part of the house that had been destroyed was cleared away, it was left exactly how it was. This was good as it meant Harry would not have to track down any of his parents' belongings but it didn't make a difference as he couldn't get in anyway.

The last problem was that he was all over the newspapers. Somehow word had got out that he was missing and everyone was on the lookout for him. This was not good when he was trying to stay unnoticed. How was he supposed to get anything done when the whole of the wizarding world was watching out for him to send him off home? He had used a concealing charm on his scar and charmed his hair to make it longer. He looked different enough to not be recognised by most people but he knew that if he met anyone he knew they would recognize his face.

He sat in a small bar looking up the hill at the house. It had taken him three weeks but he had finally decided the best way to get in. He finished his butterbeer and left to trudge up to the fence. At first he had thought he could just wait until dark when the tourists were gone and climb over the fence but he had soon realised the hard way that the fence was enchanted in some way and all he would achieve from that idea was being thrown back down the hill and getting a severely bruised arse. He had tried flying over but the wards seemed to go up pretty high.

He approached the small gate in the fence and pulled a sheet of rubber out of his bag. He had thought about it and decided that the fence might be a bit like an electric fence and since electricity couldn't go through rubber… it wasn't the best idea in the world but he thought it might be worth a try. He wrapped the rubber around the handle and fiddled with the lock until it popped open. To his amazement the door opened perfectly easily without him being thrown at all. Feeling very proud of himself he closed the gate and ran into the house, hoping nobody had seen him.

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Inside the house was covered in dust. There were baby toys and books lying on the floor and everything was still set out in a way that gave Harry the unnerving feeling that the owners had just gone back for a pizza and would be back soon. He knew he was alone and that no one would come in but he still crept around as quietly as he could. The smallest noise made him jump. He couldn't remember ever feeling so twitchy. He found a small flight of stairs. Upstairs the rooms were a bit tidier. He found a room which he thought must have been his parents' room and after a moment's hesitation he went in.

The room was quite small. One of the walls was taken up by a huge window which flooded the whole room with moonlight. Harry noticed it was nearly the full moon. To stop himself thinking about Remus and everyone else he walked over to a chest in the corner and busied himself looking through it. He felt bad about going through his parents' possessions but he had already told himself it was necessary. He was sure they wouldn't have minded.

There wasn't much of interest in the chest. Some dresses which he assumed belonged to his mum and a photo of his mum and dad together at Hogwarts which he pocketed before moving on to search somewhere else. He had been searching for a few hours when he found an old box. It was full of yellowing pieces of paper and he was about to close it when he saw the word "mbledore" on a corner of one of the pieces. He picked it up and began to read. It was a letter from Dumbledore checking up on his parents' and telling them what had happened at the last meeting of the Order. As he glanced over the rest of the paper he saw that it was all letters so he shrunk it magically and put it in his pocket. He didn't know if there would really be any information in there but it couldn't hurt to check. The sun was beginning to rise so he turned around to leave the room. Before he walked out he stopped to take one last look at his parents' room. It was so peaceful. As he stood looking he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a dark figure flash past the window. Suddenly alert, he drew his wand and walked slowly towards it but when he looked out there was no one there. He left the house again in a hurry, without looking back.

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