A/N: will have chapter 1 out by the weekend if all goes well, this is just a little preview because its taking me a while to write this chapter. Hope you enjoy!

'I won't walk through these halls again till September 1st.'

That was the thought running through the head of one Harry James Potter as he wandered the halls of Hogwarts under the cover of his cloak the night before his return to the Dursley's. He'd miss this place. Over the course of the year it'd grown into more of the home than the Dursley's ever would be. His friends more of a family than they could ever hope to be. Figuratively speaking-they would never want to be his acquaintance let alone his family.

'At least it's just for the summer.' He thought hopefully to himself.

He could take some comfort in that. A few short months and he would be back to learning about the wonderous world of magic. He was just approaching the transfiguration corridor when he saw that a door was slightly ajar. When he moved closer to investigate, he noticed the voices of Professor McGonagall and the headmaster in what appeared to be a very heated discussion coming from what harry assumed to be an abandoned classroom.

"What are we going to do about him Albus?" the transfiguration professor was more agitated then harry and ever heard.

"There's nothing we can do Minerva." came the elderly wizard's reply in that frustratingly calm grandfatherly demeanour of his.

"HE'S JUST KILLED A MAN!" screamed a now very worked up McGonagall, her Scottish brogue starting to come out in her agitation.

Harry's eyes adjusted to the low light level and he saw that his professors were indeed in an abandoned classroom. Dumbledore had his back to him and appeared to be very calm considering the apparently dire situation they were in. McGonagall however was the complete opposite; she was at the front of the classroom pacing in front of the teacher's desk as she tried to collect herself after her last outburst.

"He's just a boy Albus," she told him pleadingly, worry written across her face "He shouldn't have to face this on his own."

"He seems to be dealing with what happened under the trapdoor well enough on his own so far," replied a still quite calm and collected headmaster "besides, harry will have to get used to killing if he is to fulfil the prophecy."

"Prophecy?!"

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches

Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies

and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not

and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies"