A/N: This fic is set after DH but ignores the Epilouge. In the SPN world, it takes place after Season 5, so there may be spoilers. This fic is going to be narrated by another character, so i'm sorry if it's really cryptic in this chapter. She becomes clearer and reveals more about herself as the story continues, so bear with me. Anyways, enjoy!

PROLOGUE: The Little Lion Man

War has been around since the beginning of time. Every species of life on this earth has experienced it, toyed with it, lived in it and died for it. I, personally, am not a huge fan of War. It take's everything and give very little in return. And the results are always the same, no matter what species is involved. Beings always die, for that is the purpose of War.

Some creatures will tell you many things about War. He rides a fiery, blood-red stallion, carries a humongous sword and smites all kinds. Maybe this is true. Maybe it isn't. What I believe, however, is that War lives in the souls of every being, waiting to strike at a moment of weakness, preying on the feeble minded.

The story I am going to tell you began with a War, one that lasted for many years and had a great many fatalities. We pick up this story at the "end" of the War, but for some people it has not yet finished. For some, it probably never will.

Harry Potter was one of those people. He had thought once that when Voldermort had been defeated, he would be able to have something he'd never had before - a normal life. But of course, the stupid naïve little boy was wrong. Not that I can say I blame him, after all that trouble he does deserve to be cut a little slack. But alas, life's a bitch and she was going to squeeze dear little Harry for all his worth.

At first, everything was normal, well as normal as it can get for a teenager who defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He was free at last, could go wherever he pleased, do what he wanted. But Harry soon learned that life wasn't as easy as he'd imagined. Soon, people would approach him, asking for his take on the war. They'd question him mercilessly about the deaths of those he loved, stare at him as he passed, whisper rumours about his powers behind his back, avoid him out of fear and suspicion.

This took it's toll on the little lion man, and soon he found himself under stress and unnecessary pressure. His relationships found themselves unravelling as he became quieter, more closed off and personal. His fiancée left him. His friends moved on without him. He lost contact with almost everyone he had once loved and cared about, everyone except Andromeda Tonks and his Godson Teddy.

I think it's safe to say that he is the only thing in Harry's universe, the one thing left to lie and die for. And she, well she did her best to comfort the war torn boy. And he loved her for it, but that love was not to last. She died when Teddy was two, cancer.

This, I think, was what broke the camel's back, so to say. After the funeral, Harry packed his bags and left with Teddy in tow, saying goodbye to Britain, and fled the Wizarding World. Yes, I believe it's appropriate to say fled. He left without telling anyone where they were going, in the middle of the night, no note, no nothing. See? I think fleeing is very much the appropriate word.

To say they got a shock when they found him gone is an understatement. And although they may not have known were he was going, I do. We were to cross paths, you see, years in the future, and that's how I became aware of his story. Why I'm telling you? Goodness only knows. I guess I'm too good for my own good. Why you're still listening? Well, that's still a mystery. But stay with me and I shall tell you a story about the real Harry Potter, and just what happened to him in the Land of the Stars and Stripes.

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