His Will:

AN: Hey this will be 1st fanfic so i will appreciate any help whether it's a Review or a PM

Also this chapter may have some inspriation from The Life He LeadsIt was neccasary to do it. Though the storys plot will be VERY DIFFERENT

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Harry was never really social. Maybe It was due to the Dursleys or just his frequent panic attacks that would arouse around a large concentration of people. Well the attacks were always a large problem. He could never stand with more than 30 people without having a attack.

Now on to his hobbies which were mostly non-existent. The exception being Art. That's it. He could never play any sports due to large crowds and pressure before the games. Art was mostly an introverts activity which is pretty self explanatory. Other than Art he had no other talent. He never had the spark to get stronger. He had no ambition.He just wanted to be a artist as a career. Living in some remote village.

After the train stopping at Hogsmeade Station. Harry just bypassed the carriages. Mostly due to the lack of security. Which was usually focused on the 1st years. The older students were expected to just to go and sit on the horseless carriages. He went straight to Hogsmeade which he had never been to before now. Due to his relatives (the Dursleys) not signing his Hogsmeade slip in his 3rd year.

He went to the secluded section of the village far away, but near enough to see the castle. He was always fascinated with the magical castle which had more magic in 1 block than in some wizards. He could never capture the beauty the castle possed. He tried it with colors without colors, but he could never capture the castles beauty. He knew that he would never catch the beauty of the castle he was never that vain.

He checked the time it was 10:30 PM, so he silently tiptoed to the castle he knew a secret passage. It wasn't a hidden tapestrie or a staircase. It was just a not well known passage way. He stumbled on it last year while going to Runes class.

"Ah mister Potter I was waiting for your return to the castle." said a old yet strong voice.

Harry startled said,"A-Ah Pro-Professor Dumbledore I was-

He got cut by Dumbledore,"I do not need know where you were mister Potter I just need to know why you were not at the opening ceremony. Surely you would want to see your friends after a long vacation."

"Professor I just g-got c-caught up in the art on the walls."

"Of Course the artwork on the walls is the very interesting… moving paintings each showing a different type of story. By the way the password is Medusa's Head." With that said he did his goodbye and left.

'medusa's head? Probably to take the piss out of the Slytherins.'

When he reached the Fat Lady he said the password. He climbed through the staircase he saw the dorm with the sleeping figures of

Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley, and Seamus Finnigan.

NEXT DAY……

He woke up to the sounds of laughter.

"Really man I wish I was there Ron." Said Dean

They left the dorm laughing down the stairs. Well his sleep had been disrupted so time to get up.

At the Great Hall he sat alone with himself eating a bit of toast with his morning tea.

"Mister Potter, why sit alone why not with your friends?" Said a voice with very Scottish accent I. e Professor Mcgonagall Head of his house and Deputy Headmistress.

He did not Answer immediately but after some few seconds. He opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

"Oh it's nothing, I know what feels like waking up early and not wanting to talk to anyone." Said Mcgonagall. And handed him his sheat.

He took it and looked at it Snape first class he better be early he did not want to be on Snape's radar in the first day.

In potions class he was partnered with Blaise Zabini a quiet Slytherin. Who didn't talk to him through the entire lesson only through nods and shakes of the head. Which in his opinion was ideal. They turned in a perfect potion.

Apparently Dumbledore had made speech about some kind of a tournament and only 17 and above could compete. Harry thought that if you put your name to be selected for the tournament. You would absolute bat-shit crazy or had a death wish. He had read books about the tournament there were Gorgons, Dragons, and even once a Nundu.

Also, the participating schools were Durmstrang which taught the darker arts of magic. And Beauxbatons was a mystery.it had gone off the radar about 10 years ago, but most British Wizards with there prejudice against the French gave it a weak persona. Which was incredibly ridiculous since the French allowed Veelas and Nymphs to attend the school.

What he knew was that this year would be interesting. Due to the return of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang to the British Public and obviously the return of tournament with death rates over 60%.

With that thought he went to sleep. His dream was just water dripping in a cave then a massive earthquake happens. Like his quiet life bieng... JANEE!