Thank you to the few who reviewed. Seriously, I'm surprised.

Nobody's Hero

By Shadow-of-Roses

Summary- Ryan Potter is the boy-who-lived and Harry desperately wants to escape his twin's shadow. Now thrust into a barbaric world not his own, Harry must fight to survive, as he searches for a way home. Alternate Universe warning.

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Scholastic. I do not receive any money from this fiction nor do I plan to. This is a fanfiction made for the pleasure of the readers in mind.

Warnings- Mostly for Violence, Death, Future mentions of rape and sexual activities. I'd thought I'd get this out of the way. Harry does have his superpower Harry Moments, You'll love it when he goes back home I'm sure.

Spoilers- From all Harry Potter Books

A/N- Wow, I got the number of reviews I was expecting, but a lot of you have this story on your alerts list. Yay! My story doesn't do that annoying switching POV thing a lot of Authors tend to do. It will stay in Harry's POV for the most part and may only switch to other characters, like the Dark Lord or someone else, every once in a while.

Also Yes Harry does eventually end up going to Hogwarts, or a version of it anyway. But that won't happen until later. I want Harry to be smarter and able to kick ass before I throw him into that kind of situation.

You know what one of my pet peaves is? When an authur deems it necessary to have the main character tell their lifes story to a complete stranger. Not only it is illogical its stupid. How can you trust a complete stranger?

I'll take this time to mention that a BETA would be nice.

Pairings-are undecided

And though the first chapter was hella long, the next few will not be. Maybe five or six pages at the most.

Chapter two

A reluctant traveler

Harry's eyes slowly opened his body felt numb. He blinked. His lids snapped shut again and he squeezed them tight in pain. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious but the bright flare of light burned his irises.

He could scarcely remember what had happened. Glimpses, images and events flashed through his mind. It all ended with a plunge and the surety of death. Then why was he alive, why was he here?

He felt something tickle the bridge of his nose, and attempted to cross his eyes and look at it. The water beetle flickered its wings making a buzzing sound and Harry scrambled to his feet batting at it. His body stilled when he was satisfied the the little blighter was gone, and he finally decided to look around.

Miles upon miles of nothing but tall blades of grass. It seemed to have no end. He was shocked to find himself standing on a dusty road, that cut straight through the green and winded though it like a snake.

His first thought was that he must have had a burst of accidental magic and had managed to Apparate himself somewhere far away. He was damn near lucky he hadn't splinched himself. He remembered his cousin Reddie who had decided he could learn to Apparate earlier than the Salem Academy's curriculum allowed. Reddie had managed to Apparate, it was a shame he had left his feet behind. A spike of fear caused him to quickly diagnose his person and sighed in relief when he didn't see or feel anything missing.

Whether or not he had Apparated, at least he had managed to do it correctly. Though, judging by the the height of the sun he must have lost consciousness. Possibly from magical exhaustion. It was common in Wizards his age.

Merlin, how was he going to get home? As if struck by a muse his hand went for his pockets, but after finding nothing he groaned. He had forgotten he had dropped his contact mirror while running from the Death Eaters. He was now stuck in the middle of nowhere without any means of contacting an ally.

He could be safe in the knowledge that if he didn't know where he was and the Order didn't know, neither would the Death Eaters. It gave him some security, but not much.

He also noted that when and if he ever got home, he could at least tell Dumbledore that his scheme to distract the Death Eaters from finding Ryan had worked.

Which way should I go he thought. I should probably stay to the road, most likely it will lead to civilization, or at least a semblance of it.

The road looked like it could go on for ages. He could tell thanks to the sun, that it was leading north and south.

He knew that no matter which way he chose, eventually he'd end up somewhere. Which was better than the no where he was now.

With that though in mind he headed North.

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Harry decided he was dying. It could be the only explanation for his mind slowly shutting down and his body feeling as if it were going to collapse. How long had it been since he chose to trek forwards? He wasn't sure.

Harry raised a tan hand, caked with dirt to wipe away the crystal beads of sweat building up on his brow smearing a bit of it on his forehead.

He took another step and stumbled for the umpteenth time; he stopped moving and decided that then and there was the best place to lay for a good long rest. Harry cursed every Wizarding god he could think of, and a few Muggle ones too for not thinking to pack emergency supplies. He had been so intent on dashing into a heroic adventure that he forgot the most essential things. He was lucky he remembered to pack up his underwear. Not that it would do him any good now.

Harry leaned back on the palms of his hands to gaze squinting into the direction of the setting sun. He started mid draft on a list of calculations, hoping that he hadn't made a mistaken when he chose to go North.

He couldn't judge how far away civilization was, as their were no trees, water, or even animals around to use as a starting source.

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What was that?

Harry sat up flicking his gaze in the various directions. He decided, something not quite right with the way the air stilled here. What was it?

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There it was again, louder this time, likely growing closer.

Harry rolled over onto his feet.

There to the right, he thought.

Spinning around to his right, Harry saw nothing but blue skies. "Am I going crazy?" he questioned himself.

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He set his eyes searching for anything out of the ordinary; he must have been looking very intently because he was sure he had seen the air before him shimmer. The fact that the phenomenon repeated itself told Harry that was most likely not imagining things.

The air began shimmering with vibrating anxiety. Harry watched in fascination as silver charred metal began appearing as a ridiculously large chariot, pulled by a tall black horse made it's presence known.

The chariot was long and resembled a metal step latter. It was lined in bold gold and a large design stood out on the front. It made Harry catch his breath. There crafted in golden metal work was the Dark Mark.

Dear Merlin they were Death Eaters.

They wore black cloaks over matching tunics with golden rims outline it. The knees elbows and chest were covered by amour. Adorned on their heads were triangular shaped helmets.

Cursing quietly Harry ran a nervous hand through his messy hair causing some of his bangs to falls and slightly block his eyes. He cautiously watched the Death Eater's creeping closer. They would be on him soon, and with out a doubt they would kill him.

The horses slowed and Harry realized he was being examined.

"You," one of the oddly dressed Death Eaters addressed him, "What are you doing wandering the roads this close to the outpost?"

Harry squinted against the glare of the sun, getting a good look at the Death Eater through his fringe. For the most part, he was beyond shocked that the man hadn't killed him upon seeing his face. While he didn't look exactly like his brother, their was enough resemblance there to be mistaken for him.

"I...I'm lost?"

Harry hadn't known what had possessed him to say that. He was scarily sure all it would do was make the Death Eaters more suspicious.

The Death Eaters glanced at each other. Then the one was was talking to him before casually stepped down from the chariot. "Boy, you from around here?"

Harry messed his hair looking down. He paused before answering. It was obvious these Death Eaters didn't recognize him, which was odd, because they

The other Death Eater leaned into the conversation, "Avery, take a look at what 'e's wearin'."

Harry had forgotten that he was still dressed in his niteware. Harry knew his face must have resembled a cherry. How, embarrassing, he was going to be killed wearing baby blue teddy-bear pajamas.

The closest Death Eater, who he now was able to associate with Avery, gave him a once over.

"You must be a Muggle," Harry could practically hear the sneer in the man's voice. "Boy you been wondering this road long?"

"No I appeared here," Harry answered.

"Appeared here you say?" Avery made flippant gesture with his hand. "Thomas, wasn't there a Magical disturbance somewhere in this general area a few hours ago?"

Thomas finally left the chariot and came to stand next to the other. Harry could feel his dread building up.

"It wasn't me," he said too quickly.

The men advanced on him, "You talk too much Mudblood. You caused quite an uproar a few hours ago. Our Lord wants to see the cause of the Maelfluctuation."

Thomas snatched his elbow up into a tight grip. He tried to yank his arm free but it was no good.

"Stop! Let go!"

"Stun him Avery, the Mudblood is squirming too much."

The statement caused Harry to fight harder in vane.

"You put up a pathetic fight, even for a Mudblood."

Harry couldn't have struggled harder. He wished desperately for his wand, cursing himself repeatedly for being dumb enough to let his Uncle lock it away. He tugged too hard, he figured at some point, because he was immediately let go and fell ungracefully to the floor.

Realizing that his fall hadn't been because he had finally built up a little bit of strength, he glanced up at the tense Death Eaters. Harry noticed that they must have been trained better than most Death Eaters because a second later a rickety cart appeared a few feet away pulled by a wary donkey and steered by a mysterious character wearing penniless clothes and a worn straw hat. Somehow the Death Eater had sensed its arrival.

The man was whistling an old tune and doing a good job of ignoring them for the moment. Harry didn't know why he hadn't taken the time of inattentiveness to run away, but he did so then or at least he had tried to. He wasn't on his feet a second before he was once again caught in an unforgiving grip by Thomas.

In fearful desperation he turned a pleading look onto the man in the cart. "Help!"

For a dreadful moment Harry thought the man would merely let the cart slip by, but just as quickly as he came the man pulled the reigns back and the cart pulled to stop.

Harry watched as the scraggly man looked on the scene as if judging if it was worth his time to interfere.

"Is everything okay here?" He asked in a heavily drawling accent.

"Nothing that would be concerning you stranger. Keep the path," Avery ordered.

Avery lifted his hand but a surprising flurry of sparks touched his hand it it fell back to his side numb.

"Bloody-" Avery cried clutching his right hand to his chest. There was a moment of stunned silence but it didn't last for long. The mysterious man stood, hand pointed outwards and with his body poised in attack.

Harry wondered how it was possible that the man had managed to cast a mild stinging hex, wordlessly, without a wand. He must have been very powerful.

The two Death Eaters that had him prisoner suddenly became too interested in the man.

"Just who are you?" Thomas demanded. His hand raised and Harry realized that the Death eaters were quite capable of Wandless Magic. The thought scared him shitless.

"'Wait Thomas, I recognize that magical signature."

"You always were a quick one Avery." The man said.

"Well if it isn't the General."

Harry wondered how such a vagabond man could have managed to gain a prestigious title like the General. He must have done something absolutely wonderful, or insanely awful.

The man wasted no time in charging his two opponents. With two against one odds. Harry desperately wished he had his wand because he didn't like the General's chances of defeating them. He prayed for a miracle.

Harry wasn't sure how, but one second they were rushing at each other and the next they met in the middle with a clash of swords. The sound of metal clashing was so intense Harry swore his ears were bleeding.

Spells too fast to distinguish and many probably not distinguishable at all were traded at the three men squared off. Their swords were mere flashes of metal in the wind.

Despite his earlier misgivings the man not only held his own, but he also seemed to be winning.

There was a pause and all three fighters came away from each other as if pushed apart by an invisible force.

"All right General" Avery snarled as he and Thomas circled their bearded foe. "You've gotten stronger then." He spat. Harry could not see their faces through their face armor, but he was sure Avery must have been sneering.

The General tapped his foot lightly on the ground his beard twitched upwards showing that he was smiling. "Maybe you've just become worse Avery."

The comment set the Death Eater off and he was once again charging his opponent. But Harry noticed something wrong. Thomas hadn't moved.

Thomas charged without warning and Harry had to scramble to get out of the way of a whirling blade. He realized the Death Eaters must have somehow communicated a new strategy.

He pivoted desperately. He could feel the swish of the impossibly sharp blade as it sliced through the air. It only took a duck or two before he was on the ground, crab walking away from Thomas' wild strokes. While his mind was tumbling with any idea on how to escape his certain demise, he vaguely noted that his back had managed to hit the corners of the rooked cart. In a flash of pure dumb luck he managed to knock the cart backwards and in doing so caused one of the larger jars to tip over and it's contents splashed onto Thomas' armor and skin. The dragon hide plating began to peel away and Thomas grunted in pain. Noting how the Death Eater had stilled in his advances Harry made his way to his feet to notice that Thomas was unconscious and Avery was unmoving. The General towered over him gazing at Harry with amused blue eyes.

"How'd you manage to do that?"

And so ends chapter one. I hope you all enjoyed it.