Hello there Dear Fanfiction Enthusiasts!

First let's get the Disclaimer out of the way.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with the work(s) of one Joanne K. Rowling. Neither do I want to earn money with this, but rather enjoy a wonderful creative break to reality.

This is the first Fanfiction I have started writing in a long time. I am here to give it another shot, just because Fanfiction is still part of my everyday life. I have been active before only on the German Fanfiction website. This Fanfiction here will be like ripping the band aid off.

Excuse my grammar and sentence construction every once in a while. I've tried working with a BETA before and it hasn't worked out so far. I'm willing to try again now. But until I find someone, I will give my best to not confuse you. Blame the complexity of German grammar if you find mistakes in this Fanfiction (and of course anything that seriously stops you from understanding please do make note of it!) :P

This Fanfiction is planned out in more or less detail. As well as a sequel. Updates can be extremely fast or really slow.

It will (eventually!) be a Harry/Hermione pairing. How we get there I will keep to myself.

The rating at the moment is M. It might be less in the beginning. But since the story will progress eventually I'd rather not risk anything.

Have patience with this poor amateur.

Constructive Criticism is always welcome and appreciated! Flames not so much :/

Prologue

The day Harry took off was a Tuesday. If there was any importance to the fact that it was indeed a Tuesday one can only guess. But the simplest observations often turn out to be the most important ones. In fact, Harry didn't actually take off all on his own. He was only five years old. No, of course he would never do something so irresponsible. He had Mr. Goggles with him.

The teddy bear that Dudley had destroyed in his last fit of rage. He was in pretty bad shape when Harry had found him behind the trash bin as Aunt Petunia had sent him to bring the trash outside. And when he had managed to hide the small teddy bear in his cupboard before Aunt Petunia, Dudley or God forbid Uncle Vernon saw him, Harry had felt really good. Almost happy. But since he didn't really know what happy meant he wasn't all too sure. That night he had silently wished for the bear to feel better like he wished himself better when he was sick and nobody bothered to help him. Needless to say it was much easier to fix his new friend. When the glow had faded, Harry looked for the glasses that he had outgrown recently but hidden from his relatives before they could've just claimed the old pair of glasses had been perfectly alright, not like the nice lady from the nursery infirmary had told them. Triumphantly he'd told his bear to always wear them so that nobody would mistake him for anybody else's bear. And so he became Mr. Goggles.

Harry pressed his small friend closer to his body as he shivered in the cool autumn morning. He was determined to still use his best clothes from the summer. If he would start to wear the warmer clothing now, he would never be able to stand the winter time. His small legs stopped when he saw the sun rising. Finally it would start to warm up. What to do now, he wondered. Subconsciously his little pink tongue poked out of his lips when a frown appeared on his face. Obviously he should have planned better. What did normal little boys do when they were alone? It was actually far from normal to be wandering around the outskirts of the neighborhood for little boys, but since Harry wasn't actually normal by any definition, he thought that maybe being alone wasn't all that weird. It was rather lonely he admitted. But maybe unnatural little boys like him were supposed to be lonely.

Harry turned around and saw that on the opposite side of the sun, last night's full moon disappeared. And then in the last moments of dawn Harry saw a firefly. He had never seen a real one before. Only in the books he was allowed to look at in the nursery. It was pretty. Not at all ugly like the pictures. With his right hand he tried to catch it. The left was occupied, rightly so, with holding his companion Mr. Goggles.

And then out of nowhere a bright purple bus emerged and made Harry fall straight on his bum. It appeared completely out of thin air. As if it was...magic!

A/N.: . Last sighting according an extensive search online was 2014 in Surrey. I would put the link here, but as far as I know its not possible on ff,net