Chapter 1: At Privet Drive

Far off in a suburban home, on the street known as Privet Drive, woke a young wizard named Harry Potter. He had woke that morning with his head pounding. His dreams were often reminders of what his life had become: a roller coaster of events that he wished would stay dreams.

Harry was born into a prophecy that would end the life of the dark lord Voldemort. However Voldemort tried to kill Harry's family, only managing the kill Harry's parents. Harry alone became the sole survivor and instantly famous for destroying the dark lord. He grew up then with his hateful relatives. When he turned eleven he entered Hogwarts and under the eye of Albus Dumbledore.

Eventually Voldemort rose again and threatened their peaceful world. Harry soon learned that the prophecy would only be finished if one of them was to die by the hand of the other. But destroying Voldemort proved trickier as he soon found out that Voldemort had created horcruxes: a way of splitting apart ones soul and hiding them. Voldemort made history by splitting his soul into six pieces. With Albus gone now it laid on Harry's shoulder to find each horcrux and destroy each one.

He slipped out of the covers in his bed and began to quietly dress. The sky was barely light out, the sun fighting through the misty darkness that had overlapped the land. As he surfaced finally he heard the deep rumbling snore coming from his uncle and aunt's bedroom.

Then there was a soft tap coming from his window, Harry glanced towards it and spotted a tiny owl scratching and tapping at the glass. He rushed towards softly crying out, 'Pig!' and opened the window to let the tiny bird in. there was a small letter tied to the owl's leg and Harry quickly untied it and read it.

Harry, we're here in ten.

Get ready for us mate.

R & H

The letter then burst into flames and the ashes hit the floor. Harry felt as though he had drank a butterbeer in one go. His only true friends, Ron and Hermione, were on their way. He shoved Pig into the empty cage that normally held his own owl, Hedwig, and began to pack; he soon found himself staring at a picture he had picked up. It was taken during his fifth year at Hogwarts, with Hermione, bushy haired and arms full of books on one side and Ron, tall and freckly on his other side smiling brightly at the camera. Harry felt his throat burn as he placed it gently in his trunk. He then began to toss his other things into his school suitcase.

After ten minutes of packing hastily Harry heard a car pull into the driveway and the doors open. Harry took his trunk and broom then dragged it down the stairs. When he reached the bottom the doorbell rang and he found himself face to face with his purple faced uncle.

Petunia answered the door as Vernon spun around to face Harry and growled, 'Waking everyone up is what you are doing boy.' However he was silenced at once by Ron Weasley, who now pointed his own wand at Uncle Vernon. Vernon shrunk back as another, a witch this time, stepped forward.

'Happy birthday Harry, we've come to take you to the Burrow.' Hermione said in a rather brittle voice. Harry nodded and quickly ran up to pack, after fifteen minutes he came rushing down to hear his uncle having a row with another one of the wizards.

'-Come in here a bust up my house again!'

'We're not 'busting' anything!' Arthur Weasley, Ron's dad, said angrily. Vernon bristled and took a step forward, 'I want you all out right now.'

'That is not happening.' said the fourth witch, her hair was a bright pink, and aunt Petunia actually closed her eyes in disgust, 'I am sending you, on orders of the Order of the Phoenix, into hiding for the time being.'

'The bloody hell you will!'

'Then so be it, Stupefy!' Tonks shouted, and she sent Vernon backwards with her spell, Petunia and Dudley both cowered as Ron helped Harry tie his trunk to his broom.

'Just for now we'll do side-long apparation till you pass your apparation test, since you don't actually turn seventeen until later.' Lupin said as Harry nodded. After the final wizard, Moody, finished explaining calmly to Petunia where and when they would be leaving, he turned and said to Harry, 'It is time to leave your old home Harry.'

Harry glared at his only living relatives and said bitterly, 'This was never my home.'

With that they left upon brooms, flying into the clouds towards the Weasley's home.

The summer seemed to fly by in a daze, the shock of wizards and witches disappearing only deafened the news bulletins of muggles being killed. This also included the home of the Dursley's, there home was blown to bits the day Harry turned seventeen. It was however, not much of a blow to the inhabitants of the Burrow, luckily only Vernon had not heeded Tonks order and stayed in their house.

However news did come that would make them stop what they were doing and pause in silence of tears. These were often puncturing the preparations for the wedding that would taking place that Saturday. The wedding was for the eldest Weasley son Bill, and his fiancé Fleur Delacour. That Thursday her parents came from France and crammed into the small space of the Weasley's. as Friday rolled around Arthur revealed to Harry and Hermione that the wedding numbers had downsized to the inner family, Harry and Hermione, Fleur's parents and sister, and a few other order members.

'We want to keep it quiet and not draw too much attention.' He said as he helped carry laundry up the stairs. Harry nodded and slipped into the room where he and Ron was sharing at the top most of the house.

'So what is the plan mate?' Ron asked as he took the pile of clean laundry from Harry.

'We need to get rid of the horcruxes, the pieces of Voldemort's soul, we need to get them before we get to him. That's what Dumbledore wants us to do and I'm going to do it.' Harry said.

'Well we have some already gone, Dumbledore did in the ring, and Harry finished the dairy.' Ron said hopefully.

'Now that leaves the cup, snake and one more…plus Voldemort himself.' Hermione said severely, Ron frowned and began to play with a hole in his blanket.

'But where to go?' Ron finally asked, 'Let's think of where Voldemort would have wanted to hide them, places he may have felt connected to.' Hermione said.

'The locket was a fake though, so we still need to find that one.' Harry said. Hermione nodded and they fell into silence.

'When do we leave?' Ron asked then, 'After the wedding obviously. Hogwarts is not going to be open, it said that in the last issue of the Daily Prophet.' Hermione replied.

'The Prophet's gone?' Harry asked, Hermione nodded, 'Yes,' she said, 'the owner vanished with most of the printers and such. No doubt Voldemort is behind it. I guess he doesn't see a anymore need for propaganda, that means he wants to move more into the open.'

'Which is going to be more dangerous.' Harry commented. The other two nodded and were then called down to dinner by Molly, Ron's mother. They left for the kitchen and washed up for dinner. The rest of the evening was calm and uneventful.

As they slept silent footsteps walked through the empty streets of London. A figure quietly walked through the streets unnoticed by any late night bar hoppers. The mist grew around her as her dark brown cloak swished in the soft breeze.

The figure stopped before a small inn, named The Brazilian, the sign glowed bright in the darkness with the "P" in the Open sign burnt out. She pushed the door open and a beep sounded off waking the aged bartended from his slumber.

'How can I help you little lady?' he asked, her hood dropped and she closed the door softly speaking as she went, 'I wish to rent out a room, quiet and secluded enough not to be noticed.'

'Why yes, we have one, not a bad room either, shall I take the payment in cash or plastic?' the man asked, she slid her wand out and waved it before him; his eyes became unfocused and she murmured, 'I have already paid fully and my room is going to be closest to the broken and unused phone booth and the corner.'

'Alright, this is your room key Missy, have a nice night.' The man said in a bored voice handing her a key, she waved her wand again and he laid his head upon the bar falling back asleep. She quietly changed the sign to close and left for her room. She settled into her room and moved the bed closer to the window so she could begin her watch upon the phone booth. Eventually the street lights were the only glow outside and she settled into a sleep.

As she slept her mind began to wander and she stood now before a moss covered fountain. Beside her sat a young boy around the age of her own, eighteen. He had dark greasy hair and dark eyes. He was waiting it seemed, glancing back and forth from the people walking by, for someone to meet. Finally his face lit up as a woman waltz up to him. The woman looked very similar to the girl, except for her bright blue eyes. The young woman laughed as the man stood and took her arm.

'You're such a gentleman Severus!' the woman giggled.

'Severus?' the girl echoed, the boy seemed to noticed her and his mouth dropped, 'You're not a memory!' he gasped.

The girl woke from her slumber then, sitting up straight and gasping for air. His eyes seemed so real and they pierced her.

Little did she know, miles away that man who had been having the same dream, had woken up, and he too felt the fear of their connection.