Disclaimer: Not mine. Harry Potter is the creative work of an author named J. K. Rowling, and as I am not female nor, am I British, I'm obviously not her.

Time travel, and prodigy Harry. For the most part, this is just an exercise in writing for me. I have so many ideas for fanfiction stories, but I know I'm crap for writing. And also while this story is canon applicable, this Harry went through a very different life. (Read horcruxes and deathly hallows are in this story but books did not happen the way J.K wrote them.) I have plans for this story, and am very hopeful that I might actually continue a story for once…

Updates as of 2/11/11 Well I'm in college now in my 2nd semester and am some how managing straight a's. I would like to think my writing has improved but we will see if it has once I get to writing a new chapter.

Summary: After saving the world from the menace known as Voldemort, the ministry is quick to capture Harry; it wouldn't due to let him become the next dark lord after all. They sentence him to be killed through use of one of the DoM's many secrets, the White Room. AU. Time travel. H/?

Ok well, here goes nothing.

Hero?

Chapter one, The White Room, Part one.

Oh. Hello there intrepid reader! My name is Harry Potter, and I'm sure you've heard all of the tales a thousand times before. People claiming to be the miraculous Boy-Who-Lived. They spin tales of wondrous things; of a little boy with unbeatable knowledge, waltzing his way through Wizarding school with his eyes closed, a wand in one hand and a bag of holding in the other. Other's will have that same little boy control the elements of the world, or give him staves of untold power. The pit him against seemingly unbeatable evil's only for him to blink and they crumble before his awesome will and might. They Boy-Who-Lived always triumphs, always gets the girl, and most certainly lives. Now I'm not like those other ones; I'd like to think I'm a bit different. For you see, I'm not going to claim I'm the fabled Boy-who-lived, for you see I never got my chance to live. I honestly wish I could be writing a tale full of unicorn's and daffodil's; all of that hunky-dory happy, fluffy stuff. But no, to my ever-lasting dismay, I am here to regretfully inform you that I can't in good conscious tell you a happy tale. In my eyes it isn't one, and it never will be.

There were things I had wanted to do with my life. You know the normal stuff most people want to do; falling in love, getting a job, actually living without looking over my shoulder every minute. One would think that after dying, and choosing to come back to save everyone; the least the world could do for me was to let me live my life. But it was of course not to be. It was something about being too dangerous that was what the medi-witch told me when I had awoken. They had forced magical suppressors on me and, to my surprise… My so called "girl-friend" was even the one whom had done it. While I was sleeping of course, need to learn to pick them better. They were worried about what I would do with the power I had gained. It wasn't everyday someone had possession of all three of the Deathly Hallows after all.

I wasn't even going to get a trial, couldn't get a chance to say that all I wanted was to move away and start a family. They thought I would overthrow the ministry, which wouldn't be that hard mind you but… Minutes after I had awoken the medi-witch told me with a smug grin on her face what was going to happen to me. I was going to be 'forced' through the White Room. This actually made me happy; it had been a long standing theory that no one could survive the pure blinding contents of the room. Some said it was the power of "Love", which was really sad, considering that love wasn't a white magic at all but, eh.

I had wanted to see the place for myself for a while, after my first visit back with the whole veil debacle. That had been fun I ran through and the bloody thing broke, crumbled to the ground, and with it any chance of saving my Godfather. Was quite fun too; watching as the battling forces of 'good' and 'evil' just stopped and stared. They said I had just destroyed a priceless artifact, blah ruined the world the whole shebang.

She had transported me to the Atrium of the ministry, where an accompaniment of Aurors waited. I let out a whistle seeing the crowd of men in front of me, they sure weren't taking chances. There were only about twenty people in front of me, you know handicapped child's play, (I guess that's what I was to them), just nineteen Aurors and a person I quite honestly never expected to see again. I waved happily towards the group in front of me, and wasn't the least bit surprised to see them jump in shock.

I shouldn't have been able to move my hands, with the magical suppressors binding them.

"So, the White Room? You guys afraid I won't die if you try other means?" I said sarcastically.

"Potter! You are under arrest for treason, and are to be sentenced to death," Percy Weasley said in a very strict, scribe-like voice.

"Treason? Really, Perce? Is that the best you can do? Seriously, Woolsey, what makes you think I'll go willingly? And come now we've known each other since I was four feet tall, surely you'd feel comfortable calling me Harry. And hell, I slept with your sister often enough it's like were family (I didn't, but it's not like he needed to know that) ". I remarked, smirking, this was going to be fun.

I didn't even see a vein bulge it was quite creepy actually. Did the man completely remove every last vestige of his humanity or something? I mean I just inferred that his sister slept with a "traitor", you'd think at very least he might comment a bit. Issues, some people.

"Potter, we've got you under magical restraints, you won't be able to stop us from taking you." Percy Weasley replied, he seemed to try matching my smirk, but was failing.

"Oh yeah, you mean these things? Oops, didn't mean to break them. Are they expensive?" I laughed holding up what appeared to be a red, glowing set of muggle hand-restraints. His smirk faded and his face fell, and a split second later twenty wands were aimed straight for me. Before, I could blink, a massive red wall barreled towards me. I shrugged the spells off and waved my hands with a dramatic flair. The ground began to shake and people began sinking into the floor, it wouldn't kill anyone, I just wanted to make an impression. Sure a few may be stuck in-between two floors for a day or two, but hey risk of the trade right? I left two Auror's standing, Perce and a low level recruit.

"Now, Perce that's not very nice. What happened to mister perfect prefect that went around aiding all of the firstie's even the slimy snakes in slytherin? You used to be so, well, Awesometastic!" His expression didn't change at all, it's like the man's soul was gone and just an empty bureaucratic shell of a man was left. I guess being forced under imperius to torture, maim, and kill your entire family will do that… ( oh did I forget to mention that? Oopsie!)

Not wanting this to go on longer than needed, I did my best to convincingly feign magical fatigue. Letting the two 'capture' me, I sighed and let them lead me away. We travelled through the many halls of the ministry for some odd reason avoiding many of the major hallways. I guess maybe the ministry didn't want my aresst and subsequent murder broadcast until after the fact. After what seemed like an hour of dodging elevators like one would the plague we finally entered into the Department of mysteries. After entering the hallway I let my mind drift...

Flashback

"Hey, umm... m-may I s-speak to you for a moment?" I asked quietly, whilst stuttering up a storm. In front of me, sitting, eating lunch in the Great Hall was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes upon. She was in the year below mine; her shoulder-length silver blond hair swished as she smiled and turned around to acknowledge my presence. Her eyes lit up, as she saw my face. She began to speak softly, "Hello, Harry."

I shook myself from my thoughts wondering where my life had gone so wrong.

We stopped walking, and I looked forward, recognizing the place. I felt the immense power drawing me in. It was the strangest room in the place, just for it's lack of any particular outstanding qualities. It was just a simple pale, white door that seemed to shine, even in the pure darkness that resonated down the hallway. It was odd in that not even the Unspeakables knew how it got there; it had just appeared one day on the end of a rarely used hallway. (Not that they would tell you.)

"So you guys want me to walk in there? You know you can't force me; mind magic doesn't work around me." Seeing the smug expression on my Ex-friends older, and soulless brother's face, I bent my head and sighed. Wait for it… Wait for it…

"Imperio."

'Walk forward and into the White room boy, I haven't got all day.' A voice growled inside my head. It was insistent but lacking of any calming or controlling presence the man clearly did not know how to use the curse.

I shook my head and laughed, "You really think you can force me? I told you that mind magic won't work on me. How about this you two sit down and play patty cake and I'll walk through of my own volition."

'I told you to move!' rang the voice once again, a bit more forcefully this time, but still lacking any soothing qualities.

Deciding to play with the Auror I moved two paces to the right, before looking at the man with a smirk on my face.

"And I told you that Mind magic does not work on me, at all, in any form, none. It just won't work. Why don't you make this easier on yourself and do what I asked so I'll go peacefully?" I responded, wanting to cry at the ma's idiocy. This is going to go on for hours I can feel it. "Look how about this sing the Alphabet and I'll walk through! I'm trying to compromise here, humor me in my last moments of life!"

"Do as I say, or I will kill your precious girlfriend." Was the man's response

"Ok. Man geez, you win I give, don't have to get all serious. I said I would do it, you don't need to bring anybody else into this," I sighed moving my arms dramatically, "But you're coming with me." I grabbed both the Auror and the soulless man and in a quick movement forced them into the white room. I followed after and sighed, 'really shouldn't have done that, but oh well.'

"Oh, Merlin! It's him Lily, Run take Harry and run please! I… I love you. Please run and save Harry! I'll try to hold him off!"

Now this is new… I stared into the startling green eyes of my mother, (everyone was right I do have her eyes!) as she picked me up off the floor. I tried grabbing for her hair, but my hands had been pinned down by her grip. I heard laughter as the front door was blasted open. Oh god, this idiot again. I realized what was happening and using magic I forced myself out of my mother's hands… If I worked this right… I could save my parents, and get Tom off my back for a few years in the process. I was floating in the air, almost flying, really. I was using magic to put myself between my parents and the Dark Lord. I could hear my parents shouting but this was for the best, not like I would get hurt or anything. Not like I could get hurt that is. I hope this Voldemort poses a problem; the last one was just too easy. I could see tears in his eyes as he realized what had happened. My thoughts were of course proven wrong as seconds later Voldemort made his trademark mistake.

Magic began flaring between us as Tom, cackled and said in too calm a voice, very mismatched with the rest of his crazy, "Avada Kedavra." I snorted, or attempted to, wasn't something my body was accustomed to doing. And let the spell hit me. Once again, as it had the past five times the spell had been used against me, it rebounded before hitting the man and exploding. I giggled clapping my hands, as that seemed the only type of amusement I could display before falling to the ground.

The screaming stopped and I stared at the forms of my parents they looked like everyone said they would. Well, sort of, James's nose seemed to be a bit more pronounced than mine, that and he was clean shaven. I started giggling again making debris from the door float trying to get my father's attention. It was amazing my parents were alive and I was a child again! I would get the childhood I had always dreamed of!

"Oh, Peter, how could you…" James whispered, silently crying wondering what he had done to deserve this betrayal. "Lily, he's really dead isn't he?" James's eyes had drifted to the broken front door. He put his arm around his wife before staring at me with wide eyes.

"Oh, my goodness! James! Lily!" A voice called from outside the house, a voice Harry had not heard in years. A man with long black hair rushed into the house, with his wand out and a spell on the tip of his lips.

"Sirius! He's dead, Sirius, Voldemort is gone!" James said with a blank face, still not comprehending what had happened. More shouts came from outside and what seemed to be an entire army tried to enter the house, with a very old wizard leading the group. "Albus, my son, I-I don't know how it happened but he managed to reflect Voldemort's curse back at him. He's gone the spell exploded."

A spell flew from the end of Albus's wand as he noticed Sirius for the first time. My godfather crumpled to the ground not expecting to be cursed by the Light Lord. I got a little pissed off at that, and before anyone knew what hit them Albus had lost his wand, Sirius was revived and Albus was hanging by his ankle. I giggled clapping my hands at the funny sight, before making the elder wand vanish, and making the elderly man spin around a little in the air. No way would he have expected me to attack him...

"Albus! Why did you attack Sirius?" James asked seeming more shocked at Albus's behavior than by his son's abundant and bizarre wave of magic.

"James, Sirius is the one who betrayed you to Voldemort; everyone knows he's your secret keeper! It was in the Daily Prophet" Albus said frantically, trying to get the other mans attention, "I have inside sources that confirm he's a dangerous Death eater!"

"Sirius wasn't our secret keeper, Peter Pettigrew was. I mean really you'd think we let a man waltz around in our sitting room if he had just betrayed our lives and that of our son! Besides I think we have more pressing matters than that Albus. He's gone Albus, Voldemort is gone!"

End of Chapter one.

Next chapter: Harry's eleventh birthday.

Hello, Update on 2/11/11, this update changes some thing's but I'm just too damn lazy to rewrite the whole chapter when I can just change and or add things to it. Anyways, its been a while. I just never got back into the whole fanfiction writing thing. But hey I'm here now so don't worry be happy. Also listen to/look up the band Streetlight Manifesto they are the best band in the world. And I will not hear words stating otherwise! I will hopefully be getting back to this story, but if I don't well then I a jerk for getting your hopes up with this update then.

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