(A/N:- This is my first fic so be nice and please critique. I much prefere criticism to congratulations as they help me improve. Feel free to message me if you have any questions or suggestions. Please be patient with spelling i read through several times, used two spell checkers and consulted with a friend who wasn't that interested if i'm honest but still so let me know if you spot any i really did try my best :-( So you kow this story does feature Super Harry but i assure you the enemies will put up one hell of a fight. There will be close character deaths at soem point. If you see anything that looks like yours be pleased i enjoyed your work enough to have it inspire me! Thanks)

This is a work of fiction created pureply for entertainment purposes. All characters, plots, senarios and locations copied from the Harry Potter novels are creations of JKRowling and the assosiated owners. I make no profit form this work.

Chapter One – This can't be good

When Albus Dumbledore, arguably the greatest wizard of the nineteenth and twentieth century and a close runner up for the twenty-first, defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945 he became for some time, the most feared wizard in the entire world. The problem was you see if a wizard as powerful as Grindelwald was defeated, a wizard who had killed thousands of people utterly unopposed, then the person who beat him was very, very powerful. This is always the way saviors are treated. Luckily for Albus his reputation by that point in his life in both the British community and the international community allowed him to avoid capture and interrogation officially.

This was, as I say, only because he was able to have friends in high places. For the greatest wizard of the twenty-first century Harry Potter things were a bit different. His first night in a Voldermort free world, with noises of celebrations still rolling through the air, Harry dreamed many terrible dreams. He couldn't remember them but he woke up burning, literally feeling like his entire body had apparated and got stuck and then set on fire. He felt heavy and sluggish and fell from his bed, ignoring the breathtaking views of the new hope filled dawn appearing over the forbidden forest and stumbled into the bathroom. He looked at himself shakily in the mirror, feeling the… heaviness lesson before he headed into his room. He got dressed into a pair of plain green robes and quickly packed up his things. He didn't quite know why he did this; perhaps it was having been in different places each night for a year, perhaps even then he knew his struggle had only just began. With his possessions in a trunk shrunk in his pocket he headed downstairs.

There were many people still up and about in the Great Hall. Some were quietly morning over the corpses; some were in the entrance hall. A sort of bored energy filled the entire castle Harry thought wryly; without Moldy people needed something new to worry about. He couldn't bring himself to smile. Not yet, not with so many people dead and still dying. He hadn't yet accounted for all of those who had been lost. Minerva McGonagall was stood on the steps outside the main doors staring out at the new dawn looking just as she always did, an unchanging anchor in a sea of chaos. Harry joined her and a comfortable silence ensued. The mist rose majestically from the grass glistening with dew. Smoke filtered form the roof of Hagrid's hut and apart form a few holes in the perfect green lawn al signs of the battle were gone, unless you looked behind you at the battered looking castle.

"How long to fix this all up?" Harry asked Minerva.

"A while, it's such a large scale of destruction. Things have to be fixed one by one. Something will need more restoration than a simple fixing spell. I doubt we'll be done before the next year starts even if we did finish two weeks early. Once we're done though, we'll open again. You'll be coming back to sit your seventh year of course?" she asked.

"Actually, no." she looked at him in shock "I think I might travel for a while, see the world I fought for. Then… who knows! I was on the run when I turned seventeen so I've never seen the main vaults of my parents and their houses. Maybe I'll just relax and rest for a while. I feel I've earned a holiday" he said calmly.

Minerva nodded "Well Potter… I'll miss you for one"

"Thank you Professor."

Harry saw the first owl on the horizon and sighed. He knew it was for him. He was very happy to find it was just a copy of the daily prophet that he'd never un-subscribed from and now he was back in public he'd be getting it again. He paid the owl and calmly opened the paper to see what it said:

DARK LORD DEFEATED

In a shocking turn of events yesterday Harry Potter changed the course of the wizarding world. He arrived at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry sometime during the course of yesterday. A massive battle with he-who-must-not-be-named ensued resulting in many, many deaths.

The minister was removed from office and all laws passed in the last 10months have been revoked. The ministry has so far refused to comment except for confirming Minister Thicknesses was under the dark lord's personal imperious curse.

A full list of confirmed casualties is on page 3.

A history of both the dark lord's rise to power and the history of Harry James Potter the chosen one are on pages 4&5.

Harry James Potter, the boy-who-lived and the chosen one, is confirmed to have dueled the dark Lord and killed him.

More details will certainly be revealed over the next few days. Madame Amelia Bones has been announced Acting Minister until the Wizenamgot can meet later today.

What concerns this reporter more than the death of the most powerful dark wizard since Salazar Slytherin a thousand years ago? Well what concerns this reporter is the supposed Chosen One. Can we really trust a seventeen year old adolescent not to be tempted down the path of the dark? How else would the dark lord be beaten if not by the dark arts. It is with bated breath this reporter waits to see if these few days' peace are nothing more than a transition to a dark age that will dwarf the one we have just today left. This remains to be seen. Harry James Potter's true intentions also remain to be seen.

Harry was furious. He had sacrificed so much for this country and this world. He had watched people die! Made decision that had killed people. He had killed people. He had bled, sweated and cried for this sodding country and they accuse him of going dark! The bastards! Harry threw the paper to the floor and without a word, ignoring Minerva's shouts for him to come back, ignoring Ron and Hermione (who had just come down the steps) trying to run after him. Harry sprinted faster than the eye could see, leaving Ron and Hermione panting and wondering what magic he had used to do that.

The three watched their friend blur and reach the gates a mile away in under ten seconds. They watched a ball of light explode the gates outward. Those gates had stood up to the entire dark lord's army for over an hour and the enchantments had been renewed last night. They watched them blast open, being torn form their very hinges and landing in a twisted, melting, and heap further down the road. The blur didn't stop it simply twisted and was gone.

The three looked at each other and said the same thing at the exact time. "This can't be good" before pursuing the dropped paper for themselves.

(A/N-thanks for reading this far! I know it was short i just needed to sort of set the scene. The next chapter will also continue with this and will be upshortly. Once that's doen i promise description will become more and more and things will move at a more natural pace.)