Disclaimer:

As usual, I would not be posting this here if I owned Harry Potter. I'd be floating on in a pool sipping Pina Coladas in the Mediterranean somewhere if I did.

Notes:
Happy New Year!

Um, yes I am aware that I have about 5 unfinished fics I still need to complete, yet I am still posting this one. I am not making excuses for myself. This thing is being posted now, so...

Anyway, in other news, I finally got a laptop from my family for Christmas. I've been saving up for one for ages, and with my contribution as well as my Aunt, Uncle and Grandparents' I finally managed to get one, and I have been working on this story with it ever since.

Well, I hope you enjoy this. The idea behind this is a bit different to some of my previous stories, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

So, without further ado, I present to you...

Prologue

30 July 1995

In the smallest bedroom at Number 4 Privet Drive, a boy of nearly 14 sat staring morosely out of the window into the night.

Harry hadn't been sleeping well those first few weeks of summer. His nights had been filled with visions of the third Triwizard task - Cedric's death, the duel that had occurred between himself and Voldemort - they haunted him, and woke him up with his heart racing, covered in sweat and tangled in the bedsheets.

All-in-all, he wasn't having a good summer.

Luckily, his family had the sense to leave him alone, and weren't bothering him. He got three meals a day – however meagre they might be – and was allowed use of the bathroom whenever he wanted. He was also allowed to keep his school trunk in his room, and let Hedwig out of her cage to hunt.

From that perspective, it should have been one of the best summers of his life.

But it wasn't.

Apart from the nightmares that plagued him, he hadn't received one letter from either of his friends. Or, at least, not any useful ones.

The ones he had received had been full of commiserations; 'Don't blame yourself, Harry – it wasn't your fault' or 'Hope the muggles aren't treating you too bad, mate.'

Harry appreciated the sentiments, really, but they weren't helpful. He had no idea what was going on with Voldemort, as Dumbledore had taken it upon himself to cancel his Daily Prophet subscription.

He sighed, and continued to gaze into the night, a million thoughts whirling through his mind. It was only a few minutes before his 15th birthday, and Hedwig had yet to return from her hunt.

Little did Harry know how that night would change his life.

At only two minutes before midnight, Hedwig soared in through the window and landed on the desk before him, holding out her leg, to which a letter was attached. Curious, Harry took it and read it, his eyebrows receding into his hairline as he did.

'Get ready – it's going to be a bumpy ride!'

Then, just as it turned 12 o'clock, Harry's room was enveloped in a bright flash of golden light and, when it disappeared, neither he, Hedwig, or any of his possessions were anywhere to be found.

Notes:

Please let me know what you think of this. I currently have the Prologue and Chapter 1 finished, and I'm busy with Chapter 2. I'm estimating that this is going to be between 6 to 10 chapters long when finished, so not overly long, but not too long either.