This is a short introductory chapter for this story to set some idea's in motion. I hope you enjoy.

"RON get down here we have our Transfiguration exam in less than 15 minutes!" Hermione was tapping her foot impatiently at the bottom of the boy's dormitory stairs.

"Hermione how do you turn water into wine again?"

"I swear one day Seamus will have you blowing your own eyebrows off Harry." She glared at him as he backed away holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Ron what is taking you so long? Do not make me come up... What happened to you?" Ron had just come down the stairs with bright green hair. He glared at Harry who was crippled over with laughter and shot a hex at his twin brothers chasing them out of the common room.

xXx

Was that really a year ago? Had a whole year past since I last laughed my head off at a prank like that, a year since Sirius died and now Dumbledore is gone as well. I am not letting anyone else stand between me and him, enough people have died for me and now it's time I took my revenge.

Harry was brought out of his dazed packing state by a sharp pain in his right hand, looking down he noticed he was bleeding. Clutching his hand he made his way towards the bathroom, where he collided with Dudley who had been holding a trembling cup of tea.

"What the..? Sorry" He muttered as he quickly picked up the smashed cup and placed it into his bin. He then headed towards the bathroom to run his hand under the tap. It was so frustrating that he only had 2 day's left without magic, however the more he thought about it the more he realised he couldn't heal wounds anyway. Making the tenth mental note, of the day, to ask Hermione when he saw her he stomped back to his room, what he saw surprised him. There on his table was a hot cup of tea, looking around for the culprit he noticed his cousin standing sheepishly in the corner. Interested in why Dudley was in his room he took a seat on his bed and waited patiently for him to talk. After five minutes however he realised he would have to initiate the conversation.

"Everything ok Dudley?" At this his cousin turned white then red with what he later presumed was embarrassment caused by the blonde's response.

"Where will you be going when the orderly people take you? Why can't you come with us?" Harry was shocked by this but after pausing for a minute he decided to bite the bullet and put some of his resentment behind him.

"It's the order Dud, I will be going to a safe location until I'm seventeen..."

"Then where?"

"Well I am going to have to go on a trip, I can't tell you more than this just encase something happens and you fall into their hands."

"Is that likely? Us being captured?"

"No but if I don't tell you anything then you won't be in any danger." Harry hated lying when he was finally having a conversation where it didn't involve any resentment from either party. A sigh was produced by the larger boy and Harry could see he was struggling to find the words to what he wanted to say.

"Harry?"

"Yes."

"Thank you for saving me from those demented things."

xXx

The following evening everyone was at the Burrow, Mad eye was dead and George had been injured. Harry was sat on Ron's bed mulling over how all the people around him, the people he cared about, were once again dying or getting injured. His mind suddenly drifted back to his last day in Privet Drive, who would have guessed Dudley Dursley would have thanked him but not only that he then proceeded to take an interest in what Harry was packing with a shocked but curious look on his face, that never faded, as Harry explained what certain things did and let him flick through some school books was stuck in his mind. 'Maybe just maybe one day after this we could actually be friends and I may take him to Diagon Alley. He would enjoy that I am sure of it.' Harry gave a very rare smile and glanced around the room, but his eyes betrayed him as they concentrated on a picture of Ron playing Quidditch with his brothers. Frowning he picked up his bag and made to leave, however when he opened the door Hermione was stood there with her arms crossed.

"And where exactly do you think you're going?" She was always there, it was like she was physic, how did she know when he was about to make a run for it or get himself into danger.

"I don't know yet but maybe Godric's Hollow." It was a stupid idea he wasn't even seventeen yet and he knew he was being irrational but he couldn't sit around while other people were dying. "I just can't do it any more 'Mione, I can't stay here while others are being tortured and killed. I need to go and stop him or at least do something."

"Oh I don't think so Mr. You are not of age yet and, on top of that, how far do you expect to get without your wand?." At this he turned around and saw it on his bed, before he knew it his rucksack was gone from his hand. Glaring at her he saw it being stowed into her beaded bag. Sighing and rubbing his hand through his hair he walked to the other side of the room and sat on the bed. "Good choice Harry, I would have hexed you otherwise. " She was smirking, a sure sign he was about to regret the idea he previously had.