Disclaimer: I'm sure it was not my name on the Harry Potter books but maybe I am wrong!

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SURPRISING CHANGE

Prologue

Harry Potter sat on his bed thinking. The summer was going quite fast. He had only a month left with his 'family' and then he could finally be with his friends. He didn't know if he wanted to go back; he missed the place yes, but was it worth it? Would someone else die because of him? He knew the answer to that; something or someone always died, friend or foe, they still died.

First there were his parents who died protecting him when he was just one year old.

In his First Year Quirrel died turning ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Then, in his second year the basilisk from the chamber died and Ginny came quite close to death.

Third year his godfather had ended up on the run, Pettigrew got away but thankfully he managed to save Buckbeak.

Fourth Year was the very start of his depression; Cedric died and he watched as Voldemort was brought back.

Fifth year, his previous year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was the last straw. Dumbledore was ignoring him the whole year, he had his mind raped violently by Snape during the year and he was also tortured by Umbridge. The papers were making him a lunatic, he lost his godfather and on top of all that, Dumbledore told him the prophecy about him and Lord Voldemort.

Harry had begun to realize that Dumbledore didn't care about him. He only cared for his pawn to defeat Voldemort. Dumbledore put Harry back in this hellhole even after seeing someone very close to him die.

At the end of the Fourth Year he should have been sent to see a shrink, to help him get better; but no, Dumbledore had burdened him with the weight of the world on his shoulders and sent him back to a family he knows always hated him. Harry sometimes really wanted to strangle the man.

Harry was currently sitting in the bathroom. He was alone in the house since the Dursleys were gone. He was sitting with a razor in his hand, wanting to bring it along his arm but the thought of him being so selfish and the disappointment on his friend's faces made him shake and drop the razor.

All Harry could think to himself was what a coward he was. By killing himself not only would he let down his friends, he would also let his mother down too. She had died for him, he couldn't betray that.

'I swear to you mom, I will revenge you or die trying. I'm sorry Cedric and Sirius, I will do everything I can or die trying!' he swore. He didn't want to kill Voldemort for some unknown persons. He would kill him as revenge and to give his friends a better future.

It was then that there was a shift in the stars, there was a promising future for generations to come now. There was also a shift in Harry's eyes, behind the sadness there was now determination as well.

"I will make my family proud!" Harry whispered.

He was unaware that a woman with brilliant but sad green eyes and red hair, two men who looked just like Harry but with hazel eyes and another redhead woman were watching him from high above. Proud smiles made their way on their faces at hearing theirs son or grandson promise. They were proud of the boy who was unaware that they were always watching him, that they were alongside him on all of his adventure and that they were sad that they couldn't help him in anyway.

And it was then and there that they all knew that the war was going to be won, knew that Harry Potter would see to it. Cedric and Sirius soon joined the family in their quite watch.

"I never will or have blamed you for my death Harry Potter. Make your family proud and save mine if you can. I can't ask anything more from you, goodbye Harry Potter." Cedric whispered.

"Get strong kiddo. Make your godfather proud, clear my name and let them know I was not a bad guy. Make your family proud, Harry!" Sirius said next.

William Potter went next, "Do me proud my grandson; I'm sorry I could not live to see you even just once. You have made the Potter name proud. I love you, good luck!"

Than Hannah Potter said, "Good luck my grandson, you have made me proud. Avenge us, we love you. Goodbye!"

"I will always love you my little prongslet. You have made me proud, not only have you defied Voldemort over six times and lived to tell the tale but you have also beaten your depression. Don't let your enemy to make you bitter and do not throw your friend away, keep them close. I know you can do it. I am not proud at how I treated Snape, it was probably our fault he joined Voldie. Don't judge me on what you saw, I was a spoiled brat then!" James Potter said.

"Oh, my little boy; you survived, I'm glad you did. No matter what happens, I will always love you. I'll be with you always in your heart. If I could I would choke my sister to death. Good luck my sweet baby boy, I love you!" Harry's mother said through tears.

One by one they walked away never aware that Harry Potter had heard every word they said. It was then that he stopped grieving for his godfather. He knew that Sirius was with his parents and that he was happy now. With a smile he got up, put the blade back and then walked back to his room. If anyone saw him they would realize that it was a first real smile in the last two years. Of course he smiled during the last year but those smiles were all forced. The last thought in his head before he fell asleep was, 'I love you all!'

A/N: Like Harry, I love you all! Please read and review! Tell me what you think. I'll update the first rewriten chapter on next Saturday.

Chao,

Annie!