This is my first fic a have been reading them for a while but never

wrote one so be nice but i wouldn't mind some good constructive

critisim either. So please review.

this is my story and idea but everything else is is J.K ROWLING's

so i cant make any $$$$$$

CHAPTER 1: the end of one the beginning of a new

DIDDY! Diddy what's the matter with you? Vernon? VERNON!" Harry's uncle came galumphing out of the living room, walrus mustache blowing hither and thither as it always did when he was agitated. he hurried forward to help aunt petunia negotiate a weak-kneed Dudley over the threshold while avoiding stepping in the pool of sick

"He's ill, Vernon!"

"what is it son? what happened? did Mrs. polkiss give you something foreign for tea?"

"why are you covered in dirt, darling? Have you been laying on the ground?"

"hang on you haven't been mugged have you, son?" aunt petunia screamed.

"Phone the police, Vernon! Phone the police! Diddy, darling speak to mummy what did they do to you?"

In all the kerfuffle, nobody seemed to notice Harry, which suited him perfectly. He managed to slip inside just before uncle Vernon slammed the door and while the Dursleys made there noisy progress down the hall toward the kitchen, Harry moved carefully and quietly towards the stairs.

"who did it, son? Give us names. Well get them, don't worry."

"Shh! He's trying to say something, Vernon! What is it Diddy? Tell mummy!"

"Harry's foot was on the bottommost stair when Dudley found his voice.

"Him"

Harry froze, foot on the stair, face screwed up, braced for the explosion.

"BOY! COME HERE!"

With a feeling of mingled dread and anger, Harry removed his foot slowly from the stair and turned to follow the Dursleys.

The scrupulously clean kitchen had an oddly unreal glitter after the darkness outside. Aunt petunia was ushering Dudley into a chair; he was still very green and clammy looking. Uncle Vernon was standing in front of the drawing board, glaring at Harry through tiny, narrowed eyes.

What have you done to my son?" he said in a menacing growl.

"nothing," said Harry knowing perfectly well that Uncle Vernon wouldn't believe him.

"what did he do to you Diddy?" aunt petunias said in a quavering voice, now sponging sick from the front of Dudley's leather jacket.

"was it - was it you -know-what, darling? Did he use his thing?"

Slowly tremulously, Dudley nodded.

"I didn't!" Harry said sharply, as Aunt petunia let out a wail uncle Vernon uncle Vernon raised his fists. "I didn't do anything to him it wasn't me, it was- but at that precise moment a screech stirred the occupants in the kitchen form there discussion.

Hundreds of miles away in the office of underage magic the file under Harry potter was flung from the file cabinet on the wizards desk.

As he picked up the tan folder the name automatically caught his eye

"Harry potter, well what's this about" he said to no one in particular as he picked up the folder

" what's this" he said looking over the file seeing the spell that was used, "Well fudge is going to crap his pants when he see's this." that said he stalked off toward fudges office.

The ministry was not the only ones to pick up the Harry's magic use at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry all types of Harry tracking devises where going of the charts.

"Fawkes, hurry you must get to Harry before the minister's owl does. Stop that letter from getting to Harry at all costs." Dumbledore said the all the twinkle in his eyes exchanged with pools of darkness."

Fawkes let out a cry of acknowledgment and left in a burst of flame.

As the messenger owl raced toward privet drive faux shot through the sky like a bullet leaving a trail of bright flame behind him. As the owl entered little whining Fawkes caught him and in one swift move Fawkes sunk his talons into the back of the bird and it let out a shrill cry of agony. Fawkes slung it to the ground it to the ground diapering in his ball of fire, not knowing the extent of his actions.

As Harry shot to the window uncle Vernon made a swift move at Harry. He sprang across the room and rapped his hands around Harry's neck. AS the two struggled Vernon through Harry into the kitchen table not letting go of the teens neck. His grip tightened and tightened until his knuckles where shades whiter than Dudley face.

Harry grabbed for his wand that had fallen onto the floor in the tussle but the overly large man saw him and dug his knee it Harry's hand and the kitchen was filled with a crunch as Harry let out a muffled harr started to go limp the picture of the walrus man faded from view. For a spilt second Harry knew what people meant they said you see you eye flash before your eyes.

Harry saw the first time Hagrid came to give him his Hogwarts letter. Then he was in face to face with that monstrous Cerberus. All of a sudden he sat in front of the mirror of Erised looking into his parents eyes and feeling complete. Next it was second year and he was in Hagrid hut holding up a bucket for Ron to spit the slugs into. Everything went black then he was holding the sword of Gryffindor facing off with the sixty foot basilisk. He remember third year fighting back a hundred dementors. Forth year at the Yule ball dancing around having a good time until Ron had to run his mouth. Then Voldemort coming out of the puff of smoke. Fighting him to a draw yet again.

Harry hoped that they could stop Voldemort without him hopefully Dumbledore would stop him. Could Dumbledore still stop him Voldemort was rebuilding his empire and gaining powers even of the dark arts that Dumbledore doesn't even know. what was he thinking of course dumbledore would be able to stop him after all he is the most powerful wizard in the world. Of course they would stop him...

As darkness engulfed Harry his last thoughts were that he would be united withwhat was he thinking his family once again.

"this isn't as bad as everyone always said." Harry struggled to thing as he gave in to the deep sleep that was death.