IMPORTANT NOTE: Hey guys, well this is a bit of an early chapter and there's a reason to that. My family is moving in a few days (Thursday) and I won't be able to update the story for the next week or two weeks, until I get my Internet connection back. So enjoy this chapter and I'll see you in a week or so :)

Chapter 1 - Memories and a Start of a New Journey

A sudden change occurred in the calm typical November dark sky. The soft gentle snowflakes that fell down upon the quiet village of Godric's Hollow were harshly replaced by an unusually violent rain. The calm sky of the night was filled with angry clouds that moved quickly and brought down rain upon the earth, lighting and thunder making their presence clear in the chaotic sky.

People looked out of the windows of their houses, wondering what has happened; what caused that drastic change? Indeed something has happened, something that had the power to change the outcome of the ongoing raging war that most of the residents of the peaceful village of Godric's Hollow weren't even aware of.

Harry Potter, the Undesirable Number One that was hunted by the Ministry of Magic, landed with a grunt in a dusty room. He was able to keep his balance and straightened up after a moment, looking around the unfamiliar room. The teen quickly determined that it was a nursery, old dusty toys were scattered around the room and he finally noticed the ugly scorch marks on the walls. Harry was starting to have a rising suspicion and when he noticed that rain was pouring down on him from the ruined roof that gave him a good view on the stormy sky above, he knew he was right.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Panicked rushing, entering the nursery, being put down, his mom desperately trying to barricade the room. Picking him up and holding him tightly to her, whispering that she loved him as she shakes with sobs. An explosion. Cold laughing as his mom screams. "Step aside you silly girl." "No! Please! Not Harry!" "Avada Kedavra!" A flash of sickly green as his mom falls lifelessly in front of him, her fiery red hair fluttering. Cold red eyes looking at him in amusement. The monster's lips curving in a cruel smile. His bone-white wand raising and a streak of startling green leaving the wand, harsh chanting as the curse speeds towards him. Unimaginable pain as he whimpers and wails in agony, feeling his magic react against the foul intruder, tearing it apart and sending it back to the cruel man. His red eyes widening in horror and surprise, a shriek of pain escaping him as he is hit by his curse, cutting off the chanting. His flesh torn apart and burnt into ash in seconds, leaving only his robes on the nursery's floor. Feeling an outside force inside of him, crying from the lack of understanding of the horrifying events. Blackness.

The teen was sprawled on the dirty floor as the images stopped assaulting his mind. He realized he had tears in his eyes. They were pouring down his cheeks and falling on the floor. Harry could feel himself shaking violently as he realized that he had just relived that unforgettable night, that he saw through his one year old past-self's eyes.

It raised many questions in his mind but he ignored them for now. He could feel his hatred for the Dark Lord, his parents' murderer, grow and boil but he was able to calm it down. Now that he knew where he was, Harry recognized that he had to act quickly and have his plans all sorted out.

The conversation that he heard less than an hour ago had him thinking; it made him realize that he truly was the last remaining symbol of resistance against Voldemort. The members of the order were being hunted down one by one, and the Ministry as well as Hogwarts already fell before Voldemort's might. Harry was the only person left who was actively working against Voldemort, but how? By trying to search and destroy the Horcruxes? That was obviously a critical step in the path of the Dark Lord's defeat but what then? How was he, a single wizard, going to defeat the whole dark army? Just because Voldemort would become mortal didn't mean that he would be defeated; he still needed to somehow kill him and destroy his army.

To accomplish that, he needed an army of his own. Harry wondered how that question hadn't entered his mind during these days on the run. He was so concentrated on the Horcruxes that he forgot the even bigger crux of the problem. It wasn't the first time he had these thoughts, but it was the first time it actually looked possible for him.

Harry was always crowded by Ron and Hermione and as much as he loved them dearly, their ideals and dreams were much different from his own. It seemed to him like a lot of people believed that with the death of Voldemort, sudden peace would be achieved; that the death eaters would simply surrender just because of their master's downfall. He wished it was as simple as that, but Harry knew that there was no chance for such thing. It was no surprise to him that the death eaters surrendered last time. They saw Voldemort as an immortal god and his defeat shook them to their cores. However now, after a decade, things have truly changed.

Harry suspected that Voldemort's loyal followers weren't as loyal as they once were, back in the first war. He knew they probably started questioning their lord's limitless power, when he was defeated by a one year old baby of a blood traitor and a mudblood.

Then, when their master has finally returned, he failed once again to kill the same half-blood that defied him as an infant. Harry was sure by that time his servants were starting to see that their perfect unbeatable leader was not impressive at any kind of a way. His charming looks were gone, his temper was explosive and his magic and duelling abilities seem to have diminished from their previous glory.

Harry's fifth and sixth years at Hogwarts were most likely the breaking point, when Voldemort was defeated by Dumbledore and was unable to recover the precious prophecy, and then his failed attempt to possess Harry's mind. Last year he was too cowardly to even show his face. He sent a mere teen to try to kill his nemesis whom he failed to kill himself, and then the teen's actual success must've been devastating for Voldemort's widely known massive ego.

Now Voldemort wasn't even in England if his visions were any indicator to that fact. Harry was certain that death eaters like Severus Snape, who had control of Hogwarts, Bellatrix Lestrange, who could intimidate anyone to join her cause, and even Lucius Malfoy, who would want to rebel against his master who treated him like nothing but dirt, would jump on the opportunity to start planting the seeds of rebellion inside their lord's ranks.

It was hard to battle the temptation to simply leave them to destroy each other from the inside with their plays and fights for power. However, Harry knew if he just let them do that, the wizarding world would be nothing but a drained wasteland by the time the last one of them fell.

Harry was aware that the death eaters were not the only concern he had about the future of the magical world.

It was once again a running thought he had, when he imagined the world after the death eaters and Voldemort were gone. He wondered if the treatment of muggleborns and muggles in general would change. Looking back to the first war, when it was the efforts of a muggleborn witch that lead to the defeat of Voldemort, their treatment hadn't changed in the slightest, so why would it change now?

That line of thought brought him to something he remembered Hermione commenting on one day: how the percentage of muggleborn students in Hogwarts has already risen to 30% and it was still going up rapidly. She said that by the time they will be 22, it would increase to almost 50%, and that astonished Harry.

How could the wizarding world regard such a big number of their population as second class citizens? Didn't they realize what consequences could it have in the future, if half of the entire population was treated as nothing but dirt? It was clear as day, since it always happened throughout history.

At some point the muggleborns will understand that they are big enough in numbers to actually try to change something. Since they came from the muggle world, that thought terrified Harry.

Who knew what would happen if firearms or nuclear weapons were brought into the magical world, or if the muggle world declared a fully fledged war on the magical one. Harry shuddered just from thinking of these horrifying possibilities. No, the young wizard shook his defiantly; he won't let the world to be destroyed like that.

That brought Harry to his earlier thoughts of his own army. The DA was one thing, but he needed something much more serious to be able to combat Voldemort's army. There were many plans in the teen's mind but it was too early to be able to set in action any of them. Before he could gather forces, he had to master himself. He needed to be trained and strong. Above all, he needed to learn Occlumency. It was the first step. He couldn't do anything until he was free from the damned influence of the locket and Voldemort himself.

Harry opened his eyes, only now realizing that they were closed and that he was still lying on the dusty floor. He looked around what he now identified as his nursery. Harry was in Godric's Hollow, his parents' house.

The teen couldn't understand why he was apparated here out of all places, but he didn't want to ponder too much about that, he wanted to get here after all.

In a way, Harry thought, it was a perfect place to start his own journey, at the place where it all began. Where he could overcome the past and concentrate on the present.

Harry batted aside the cowardly desire to lie on the floor and close his eyes, to ignore his surroundings and not have to deal with them. He stood up, squared his shoulders, and with a determined glint in his emerald green eyes, stepped outside of the nursery, ready to confront the demons of the past.

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