Disclaimer: I don't not own any Harry Potter characters they are all owned and created by the Wonderful, inspiring, intelligent J.K Rowling.

A/n Thanks for keeping with the story so far, sorry there isn't much action in it right now, but soon I assure you there will be. Thanks again to my idea maker for helping me create this story.

Harry Potter and the Unforgettable Destiny

My heart is beating from me I am standing all alone Please call me only if you are coming come Waste another year flies by Waste a night or two You taught me how to live In the streets of shame Where you've lost your dreams in the rain There's no sign of hope- Green day Homecoming

Chapter 4

Xx Homecoming xX

Over the next few days Harry was being cared for and going through a lot of therapy to regain strength in all his limbs. Finally Harry was released back to the care of the Weasley's and Remus. Ron had come in and he was now half supporting Harry and half walking with him. Harry smiled gratefully at Ron as he ducked in to the car they were using to take him back to Grimmauld Place. Harry never remembered even being there, but he guessed that was when he was already unconscious. Harry sat in silence as Ron, Mr. Weasley and Remus all talked about news and other things that Harry had missed while he was in his coma. Sighing quietly, Harry looked out the window; he watched all the stores and buildings that whipped past his window. He wished he could have some time to himself, just to be alone and think about everything that had happened that night at his Aunt and Uncles.

"Harry…"

Harry looked up when he heard his name called, "What?" He asked incredulously. Ron shook his head with a small smile on his face. "Haven't you been listening?" He asked Harry, a look of amusement and curiosity sketched on his face. Harry glared at Ron for a minute and then be broke out into a smile and shrugged. "Sorry, I guess I'm still pretty tired from all the therapy" Ron nodded and then he watched as Harry turned back to the window, drowning himself in his own thoughts. Ron sighed as he finally looked out his own window, his thoughts were first on Harry, and how he was being pretty evasive, then they moved onto Hermione, and how warm and comfortable she was when she fell asleep on his shoulder. He had to smile when he remembered how she looked when she woke up. Her hair slightly messy, and her eyes heavy looking and half shut, a smile had formed on her lips when she looked up at him. Everything about her made him want to sink to his knees and just give in, but he didn't want to seem weak in front of her. To Ron things were just easier when she was around, but harder at the same time. The one thing that drove him insane was the fact that Hermione and Harry were so much closer, and Ron felt like there was no way he could compete against The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry thought about everything, about how much he hated that he was The-Boy-Who-Lived, and how everyone stared at his scar in awe, nothing about him was special; all he wanted was to be left alone, for everyone to leave him alone. All his emotions where pulled inside him, he didn't want everyone to know how he was feeling, and most of all, he wanted people to go away, that way he didn't have to worry about them getting hurt. He knew exactly what happened at his Uncle's house. He felt hatred build in side of him, hatred towards the wizarding world, hatred towards himself, hatred towards the Ministry of magic, and especially hatred towards Voldemort. It was all Voldemort's fault that Harry was in this position in the first place, if he hadn't killed Harry's parents, then he wouldn't have been with his Uncle, and his Uncle wouldn't have sent him to a hospital after beating the crap out of him. Harry balled his hand into a fist and looked down at his lap, he needed to get out of the car, but he had to wait until they arrived at Grimmauld place.


Twenty minutes later they pulled up to the street, everyone got out and followed Remus up to the front door. Remus knocked twice and then Harry heard the locks clicking open. They stepped in and Harry had to blink to try and clear the blue spots from his eyes, the house was dark and quiet. Harry looked around him; everything still looked the same the last time he was here. He felt a pain well up inside him, the last time he was here, Sirius was alive. Harry wiped away his tears and followed Remus over to the kitchen where the rest of the Weasley's were waiting for him, Hermione was also there. Harry smiled at them all, but it was slightly strained, he walked the rest of the way in to the kitchen, when Mrs. Weasley started smothering him with kisses and hugs, and making sure he was ok, then she went and started making something for him to eat, when he tried to tell her he wasn't hungry she shushed him, and continued at her task of cooking. Harry sighed and found a seat at the now crowded table; he was sitting between Hermione and Ginny. Hermione smiled at him, tears noticeable in her eyes. She pulled him into a hug, Harry was too tired to resist and he hugged her back, feeling a small amount of happiness somewhere within him. Hermione finally let go of him, and when he looked down at the table, he saw a plate of food sitting in front of him, the smell of bacon and toast strong and welcoming, he grabbed a piece of bacon and chewed it while everyone watched him.


Half an hour later, Harry was up in his room, sitting on his bed listening to Ron tell him all about his summer. Harry nodded and praised Ron in all the right places, but he wasn't really interested, he zoned out, just like he did in the car. Something had happened to Harry, and he couldn't figure out what happened to him. He felt different, he felt out of place, and indifferent about everything around him. Harry climbed out of his clothes and into his pajama's. Someone from the Order had gone back to the Dursley's and picked up all his clothes and school stuff. Harry was about to lie down when he heard a tapping noise at his window, when he turned to look, he saw his Owl, Hedwig at the window, her white feathers slightly ruffled. He quickly walked over to the window and let her in, she flew straight to her post and when Harry approached her she nipped his hand. He smiled at her and stroked her head, feeling her soft feathers underneath his fingers. Hedwig hooted affectionately and then nipped his hand again; sighing Harry tossed her an owl treat and then lay back on his bed, closing his eyes he heard Ron's snores in the distance and finally drifted out of thought and into sleep. Harry was plagued with dreams, sometimes wonderful, and sometimes they were terrible, painful. This dream was terrible upon it's self.

Harry looked around the room that he stood in, it was one of the teacher's offices. He recognized it but only briefly, it was Professor Snape's office. Harry moved around it, something was wrong he could tell. Harry quickly made his way to the office door and made his way out of the office and into the classroom. There were students lying everywhere, some of them unconscious, Harry gasped, others were in really bad condition. He made his way to the classroom door, he reached for the handle when he felt something grab his leg, looking down he saw one of the third year students looking at him. "How could you let this happen?" the boy stared at him, hate gleaming in his eyes, Harry pushed him away and ran out of the room. Harry gasped for breath as he fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. Once Harry regained his breath he made his way back to Gryffindor Common room. He reached the painting and noticed that the fat lady was gone; cursing Harry turned around and ran towards the great Hall. When he reached it he saw more bodies littering the floor and tables. Harry let out a frustrated cry as he ran towards the Gryffindor table, he saw Hermione and Ron laying on the floor, there wands beside them, Harry bent down and checked there pulse, they were alive. Angry now, Harry ran outside towards the ForbiddenForest where he saw a crowd of Death Eaters standing there waiting for him. Harry cursed at them as he stopped just a few feet from them, his wand held tightly in his hand. One of the Death Eaters stepped forward; he pulled his mask off to show him Lucius Malfoy grinning evilly at him. "Ah, Harry we are so glad to finally see you." Harry growled low under his breath, he glared at Lucius.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked, unable to mask the anger he felt. "Now Harry, don't show disrespect, my name is Lucius or if you do call me by my last name it should be Mr. Malfoy to you." Lucius sneered at him. Harry laughed at that "Oh really, and since when do you deserve my respect, after all, you are here to kill me aren't you, so please at least give me the chance to have a little bit of fun before I die." Harry said his voice full of sarcasm. Lucius lost his smile and glared at Harry. He raised his wand and pointed it straight at Harry's heart, "Now Mr. Potter, it's time for you to die!" Lucius sent a curse his way and he dodged sending three back towards them, he heard them connect, but he didn't know with whom. Harry got to his feet and ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction, he made his way over to the lake, he turned around and saw them following him, cursing again he ran past the lake and into the forest on the other side. Harry felt his skin being torn open as tree branches whipped across his face and arms. Harry winced as he saw blood covering every inch of his arm he cursed again as he tried to wipe the blood on his robes. Someone shouted out something and then a light when sailing through the trees and hit Harry in the back which made him collapse on the ground, his body felt weak, he couldn't move, everything around him was spinning and fading. Harry fought with all the energy he had left and lurched himself to his feet, he started running again then he tripped and fell down a steep hill, branches catching and ripping his robes, he looked down at his now ripped and bloody robe and cursed yet again. He quickly got back to his feet and continued to run. Harry wiped away the tears that sprang to his eyes as he thought about his friends back at the school. He felt himself hit something solid which made him fall back. Looking up he saw the one person he wished he didn't have to see ever again, Voldemort stood in front of him, his red eyes glowing as a smile formed on his lips.

Harry woke up; his heart pounded in his chest, sweat soaked his hair and clothes. He looked wildly around him, he saw Ron still asleep in his bed, and sighing Harry climbed out and walked to the bathroom. He started the shower and stripped off his sweat soaked pajamas and climbed into the warm shower, letting the water wash away the disturbing images of the dream.


Hermione sighed when she heard the shower start; she knew that it was probably Harry. She laid awake, tears falling down her cheek. She sat up and looked over at the other bed, Ginny was still asleep, sighing she climbed out of bed and walked over to the bathroom, she heard the door unlock and she waited for Harry to step out. When she saw his face she wanted to fall to her knees and cry again, but she stayed strong and walked over to him. She pulled him into a hug and Harry let her, his face buried in her hair. His arms went around her and he held her against him, while she comforted him, and let him know that everything was going to be alright.

Ron stood in the doorway and watched as Harry and Hermione hugged each other, and found comfort in each other's arms. Ron balled his fists in jealousy and anger, it took him every bit of self control even he didn't believe he had to turn around and walk back to bed. He'll just talk to Harry later about it later, when everything was settled. Ron lay in bed wide awake as he listened to the muffled conversation just outside his door he grumbled and rolled onto his side as he feigned sleep. He heard the door open and he knew that Harry was coming back to sleep and that Hermione had gone back to her room. Ron had to wonder if there was something going on between them that he didn't know about, they always seemed to be together and talking quietly when other people were around. Feeling even more frustrated he sat up in bed and glanced over at Harry's, he was lying down his back towards him as he fiddled with the blanket that was covering his legs. He watched him, and noticed how fragile and lost he seemed to be at that moment, not the same person that protected them furiously and didn't show any fear to the man who killed his parents, but this Harry was small and lost and it looked like he was just waiting for the world to fall around him, like he wanted to die at that moment.

Harry sighed as he thought about everything that had happened to him in the past 5 years. He kept wondering why him, but now the answer was obvious, he shouldn't be alive, that's what they were telling him, the reason why he was always attacked and threatened was because he wasn't suppose to be living right now. His thoughts drifted back to the dream and he shivered, everything seemed to be warning him about pain, and the death that will accompany it. Harry grew angry at the world, but his thoughts drifted once again and this time it was to Hermione, he knew he couldn't have gotten through the last 5 years without her always comforting him when he thought he was sure to die. She was the greatest friend he could have asked for, she didn't' deserve to have to go through the pain she has with knowing him and caring for him. Harry balled his hand into a fist and punched his pillow then he sat up and glancing over at Ron's bed Harry got up and quickly dressed. He made his way down the stairs as quietly as he could, then he opened the front door and walked outside. He sighed softly as he felt the warm summer wind blow against his face and pushing his now long black hair behind him. He began to follow the street out into an intersection, then thought better of it and turned around, when he looked up he noticed a sigh to a park, he began to walk in that direction. He heard a door click and when he turned he saw Remus walking out of the house, Harry sighed as he stopped, and he had a feeling that he was going to be told off and forced to go back into the house. When Remus reached him, Harry ducked his head and stared down at his shoes, he couldn't look his new godfather in the eyes.

Remus smiled down at him and knew that Harry thought he was going to be force back inside. Remus sighed "Do you want so company? I could do for a walk myself" Harry's head shot up so fast, Remus winced as he thought Harry might have hurt it. Harry started stammering "Uh- w-what?" he looked confusedly up at him; Remus smiled "Do you mind me having a walk with you? I can't stand to be in the house for very long" Harry shook his head as he looked at Remus, a small smile appeared on his face. Remus relaxed a bit and walked up beside him as they continued to walk to the park. Harry couldn't help but smile at his godfather, he knew that Remus would never be like Sirius, no one would, but he decided to let Remus into his life, he needed a father figure right now. They continued to walk in silence, once they finally made it to the park Harry ran towards the swings and sat down, then he kicked out and let himself swing back and forth as he watched Remus find a bench and sit down. Harry felt a strange peace at that moment, like everything is right in the world, but he knew it would never last, not if he was still the Boy-Who-Lived.