I do not own any of the rights to either Stargate: Atlantis or Harry Potter. I am making no money off of this story.

I'm new to fan fiction so please bear with me.

Finding A Place To Belong

This Story starts off at the end of another.

Chapter 1

Harry Potter was alone. True, there were many people who would be ecstatic to be friends with the-man-who-conquered, but none who were Harry's. He had tried again and again to connect with people, but they had never been able to see past his fame and Harry always ended up being hurt.

The truth was that Harry hadn't had a real friend since the final battle where he had finally defeated Tom Riddle, but at a cost. A terrible cost. Most of the Order of the Phoenix had been wiped out. Ron, Hermione, Remus, Minerva, all of the Weasleys. Everyone that meant anything to kill were dead and he was alone in a swarm of Fans, unable to connect with anyone. He had even gone to a therapist in the hopes that talking to someone would help, but after the man had asked for his autograph Harry didn't return. Instead he had tried going to see a muggle therapist. It had helped to talk with someone who wasn't enamored with him, but it was difficult because he couldn't talk about the magical world or the war. Even though he couldn't tell her everything, with the information that he gave her she ended coming to the conclusion that he was suffering from survivors guilt. After that session Harry had decided to go flying to clear his head and sort through what the therapist had told him. He still flew the firebolt that Sirius had given him, even though some of his loving fans had gifted him with the newer models of brooms.

Harry Sailed through the chill wind ad rain in a deserted field simply remembering his life before. How Hermione had spelled his glasses against the rain in first year and then had fixed his sight in seventh with an ancient potion recipe that she had rediscovered and even managed to improve upon. Hermione probably would have made a fortune off of that potion if she still lived, but as it stood the ministry was raking in all of the profits and since hermione had left no will, there was nothing that Harry could do about it. Even after the death of Lord Voldemort the Ministry of Magic had not changed. It was still run by imbeciles and rife with corruption and Harry really didn't feel that it was up to him to fix it. He just didn't care any more, there was really nothing that he looked forward to anymore.

Harry was so caught up in his thoughts of loneliness and desolation that he did not notice the vague simmering in the air around him. A simmering that only grew brighter as he continued flying forward. No, he didn't notice until a flash of blue light exploded around him, but by then it was too late. Harry Potter was gone and no body would ever see him again, at least in this world.

Well, There's the first chapter. It's short I know, but I hoped that you enjoyed it. Any Comments or Reviews would be much appreciated.

Thanks for Reading!