I do not own this Sugar honey ice tea. Any known writing is not mine. J.k. Rowling and Marvel all in this story.

Prologue

'Where am I? What happened? Is it over is it done? 'Harry thought as he slowly woke up. Sitting up he looked around spotting nothing out of the ordinary, nothing odd which was weird by itself because the last he could remember was firing the last spell that hit Voldemort ending his life. All he saw was an empty room filled with only a bed and a toilet.

Thinking back he remembered a bed of died people lying everywhere, he remembered fighting for his life but more importantly those of his friends and brothers and sisters in all but blood. Reminiscing he thought back to his time in his seventh year, where he gave up being weak, slow, useless training till he was strong enough to fight ten Death Eaters by himself. In the end it didn't matter he thought grimly. It didn't help spare anyone he cared for even those he barely knew.

Anyone who had any contact with was instantly put on the hit list to capture and torture in hope of information or just to have the satisfaction of hurting those he knew. Only a few were left and he didn't care for them. In fact he hated them for being weak, for giving up and letting others for them. Letting others sacrifice themselves for their survival. For not fighting but running when they could have helped. Not that it mattered in the end. In the end He fell, He died, He died at his hand, but only after everyone suffered and endured things they shouldn't have to even him.

Funny because the survivors wrote a series about him, not that it was exact. Yeah he gave them the details but only so others knew what he went through and the stupidity of the bitter hatred of the pure-bloods. So that history wouldn't repeat itself when they remaining witches and wizards put everything back together. There wasn't much left. Of course there was still magical creatures and whatnot because they went into hiding. They were smart getting out before the war could involve them. There was still Gringotts how couldn't there be it's the hardest place to break into and he only broke in because of luck.

Once again he was immersed in his memories of that field of dead people. He remembered hearing a twig breaking him out of his stupor. Who could that possibly be? Everyone one was dead.

Not even a minute later his question was answered. Men and women were surrounding and swarming him. Moody would be ashamed of him always shouting' Constant Vigilances ' but what's done is done.

Inconspicuously he glanced from under his hair spotting guns. Muggles. How did they get there? Oh right the wards probably fell, damn Voldemort and him tearing the wards down. As they finished surrounding him he thought about how he would get away. He didn't have many options he was exhausted physically and magically. So there wasn't much he could do but he could wait till one of them tried to get him so he could run past them.

Proving him right a red headed woman step forward and commanded him to stay where he was and to put his hands up. Like hell he would, how stupid did they think he was? Even if he told them he didn't kill anyone, excluding Voldemort and his cronies not that he would tell them that either, they wouldn't believe him. I mean come on in the situation he was in they would think he was guilty some way or another, because it would be weird if he was the only survivor.

So waiting a little longer the same red head walked forward and tried to arrest him when he made no indication of hearing or moving. The operative word being tried. As soon as she grabbed his wrist he spun around and yanked the arm she was using to grab him and pulled her to the floor. Once he did this all hell broke loose. All as one the soldiers ,he presumed, attacked. Using one the closest soldier as a shield he backed up until he saw an opening. Sprinting through he let the hostage go and used his knowledge of knowing the Forbidden Forest to his advantage.

As he ran he noticed that he was hurt as a wound that he previously thought closed was reopened. As he was bleeding more and more his vision was being blocked as black spots appeared. Fortunately the magical creatures were in hiding or he would have been attacked and killed. Unfortunate because they muggles wouldn't have gotten there if they were, then again they would be dead. So all in all it was good but he still was stuck with escaping.

The farther he ran the more his vision darkened until the point he was running into trees and staggering from the blood lost. As he fell he heard the muggles getting closer so he struggled back up and continued. However once he broke the tree line he was faced with dozens of vehicles and more soldiers. It seems they planned for everything.

So as he turned around he felt an arrow lodge into the back of his knee, forcing him to fall. As he fell unconscious he heard a male voice radio someone and said" We got the target, mission accomplished" before blacking out completely.

So that would seem how he got there. Pondering how to get out and if he couldn't, what he would do if they asked him question he thought of things he could do. Escaping wouldn't work because he could feel the subtle moving of the vehicle he was in. Wait vehicle, wasn't he in a room. It would seem that he was in a huge aircraft of some sort because he couldn't think of anything big enough to house the room he was in.

So that option out, he would have to talk. He could pretend to have no memories but that wouldn't work as he ran as soon as he was surrounded obviously showing some signs of memory. He could pretend to be mute but they would just have him write stuff done and that would hurt his hand and defeat the purpose of not talking. He could say it was classified (Statute of Secrecy and all that) but then they wouldn't trust him and never let him out.

So what to do what to do. It's not like he could do nothing. Wait that's it, he could pretend to be numb from everything, which he is just not overly so not to be able to think, and just talk about how he didn't want to be arrested for his friends' deaths because he thought they would think that. And if they asked how it happened he could pretend to fall back into his shell remembering everything, mumbling slightly about it. His nightmares probably will help as only last night was the only night he didn't have any. Well that's that now he just has to wait for the person waiting outside my door to come in.

As if answering his thoughts the door opened and in came a man with an eye patch over one eye. Once he reached the bed he sat in the chair. So, that's what the chair was for.

Harry turned towards the man as was expected of him but didn't say anything as what people would normally do. Clearly taken aback by his attitude which was cold and oppressive he quickly hide what little reaction he had and asked his first question.

So that my first chapter and I would appreciate if you read and review and help me in giving me advice on how to write, what to write and so on. Options matter as well so tell me what you think. But I promise if you like it and want to read more you can because I'm on my spring break and have two weeks to do nothing but say home and write. So till next time.