When Harry's relations are killed he is sent to a reform school then brought to Hogwarts at eleven. Question is, is he a student or just a prisoner and slave never to know any freedom at all?
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The Prisoner of Hogwarts:
Harry Potter was a thoughtful young boy and could be considered cute, with an adorable mop of messy black hair, bright green eyes and pale skin he was the kind of child any mother would love to have. He was quiet, well spoken and very smart, he rarely got upset and hardly was one to do things bad to get into trouble. Yet when he was seven years old his own relations nearly killed him with the most vicious beating ever inflicted. If not for an older gentlemen hearing his pleas for help he would not be here today.
Why you might ask would anyone beat a young boy so badly that someone would have to come in and shoot them dead to stop them from killing him? Harry had committed the crime of getting straight As on his report card, again, when he was told if he did he would pay for it. Unfortunately he was paying for it when Mr. Roberts came and shot first Vernon, then Petunia, Marge and Ripper dead. He had called 999 and admitted to killing all three humans, at the shape of Harry the police were very kind in arresting him and he told him everything he had seen and done. He did have to serve time in prison, he got four years for four counts of manslaughter but only served one and got three years probation.
Harry was not so lucky, well at first he was not. He woke in the hospital one month later, as his heart had stopped and his brain was starved of oxygen he had to relearn to walk and talk and eat and write all over again. When he had finished that he was carted off to a reform school for two years. A place he did not deserve to be, but one that his misguided psychologist thought he belonged in as he refused to speak of his time with the Dursleys. He just wanted to forget and move on, she wanted him to continue to remember. He quoted the bible, she thought he was trying to escape in fantasy. Yet two years later she was fired and Harry was moved to a group home, Harry had no idea why she was fired but he was glad to not have to see her again.
Now he was eleven and seated in the living room of the tall townhouse that was the group home he lived in with fifteen other children. There were eight bedrooms, one floor had four for the girls, the other four for the boys and both floors were locked to the other sex, he only had to share a bedroom, not cell with one other boy. Each boy got three sets of uniforms, three pairs of navy trousers, three light blue button up shirts, three navy jumpers. He was lucky he was here and not back at the reform school, no prison where orange jumpers and rough guards were the norm. He looked up from his book as the warden as he call her came forward, she was clad in her usual navy suit her steel gray hair tied back from her severe face.
"You have a visitor Harry." She said, "in my office."
"Yes ma'am." Harry said carefully marking his place in his book and following her out. "Ma'am who would visit me?"
"I have no idea, hopefully someone who will take you from here. You of all people do not belong here." She muttered.
Harry had an idea who the person was in the office, it had to do with the letter he had got and his polite refusal. He was aware that he was different and the letter had explained why, it was magic not telekinesis that he could do. He stepped into the room and saw a man seated waiting for him, he was tall, clad in a black suit with his black hair tied back from a pale angular face with large hooked nose and black eyes. He took in Harry and his thin mouth turned down in a scowl and Harry wondered if he was yet another person who believed he was evil for the beatings he had suffered. Damaged they called it, never to thrive, the abuse was too severe for him to not turn out just like his relations.
"You wished to see me sir?" Harry asked.
"Yes, your answer to your letter was unsatisfactory." The man said. "I am professor Severus Snape and I was sent to get you."
"I am sorry sir, I would love to go to Hogwarts, I really would but I haven't any money sir and I doubt I qualify for a scholarship." Harry replied. "I do not wish to have to pay off any education for the rest of my life and not advance sir."
"Go pack your things, do not try to escape me." Severus said coldly.
Harry went up to his room and took out the drab olive duffle each child was given here. He packed his clothing neatly, his one stuffed animal that was a shaggy black dog (given as a gift by a nurse years before). In his patched and worn black backpack he had his three ringed binder, a sketch pad, some pens, pencils and markers and three books, one was the bible, the other the works of Shake sphere and GreatExpectations by Charles Dickens. Harry dared not spend much time here, he had mixed feelings about this place. True he was allowed to learn and grow here as much as the matron could allow her charges but it was still a prison. He had a feeling he was going to another prison and knew his feelings in such matters did not matter. They never had, not to mortals that is.
He walked back down to where Snape waited for him and saw he had been talking to the matron. He knew she did like him after a fashion, she did see to it he was able to learn and thrive as much as he could here. The man did not seem angry with him but then this Snape fellow did not seem overtly friendly either. The matron smiled to Harry and the man ordered him to follow him out of the group home. Harry did so shouldering his duffle and hurrying after the man, he wondered what was to happen now when the man led him to an ally and turned to face him and handed him a list, the same list from the letter given to him.
"Sir, I would love to go but I haven't any money." Harry said.
"Your parents provided for you." Severus said.
"That can't be sir, well you see my parents were not the best people." Harry said, "I wish they were but you see they were, well at least my father was a drunk sir. They died in a car crash, that is how I got the scar on my forehead, you could see it better before I nearly died sir."
"Your parents did not die in a car crash." Severus said anger in his eyes, "your parents were police for our world, we call them Aurors. They were murdered by lord Voldemort, do not use that name, it is taboo in our world. They were murdered by him and when he tried to kill you, well he was unable to. It is believed he used what we call the killing curse and that has made you famous in our world."
"I see, so how come I was left with my aunt and uncle?" Harry asked, "you know they were pure evil and tried to kill me? If not for Mr. Roberts I would be dead, he saved my life sir."
"I am sorry for what you went through, but now you will be back in our world, I am going to use magic to take us to Diagon Alley, it is where you will get your school supplies." Severus said as the scar on Harry's forehead was hidden by his fringe and a silvery scar that went through the silvery lightning bolt shaped scar from forehead down past his right eye he did not need to cast any spell to hide it. "It can be a shock the first time, take my hand."
Harry did as he was asked and found himself being squeezed through a small tube, it was most unpleasant for him and when it was over he took in great gulps of air. He recovered quickly and looked around his eyes wide with shock. He was in an alley that went on in both directions, it was a crooked street with four story buildings on each side that had shops in the ground floors that sold everything from brooms and cauldrons to books and other things. He followed Severus to the tallest building in the alley at five stories, a white marble building that looked crooked (it was not it was perfectly straight and even as goblins were so very honest in all they did even building design). He saw two goblins in full armor at the great golden doors to the bank, he nodded to them and read the warning as they went into the bank.
Severus gave over little golden key that was to his vault and in due time a goblin named Griphook took them to his vault. The ride down was fun for him though he was sure showing it would not please Snape next to him. He had been given his key and told to look after it sternly and gave it to the goblin who inserted it into his vault. Once the door opened and a green mist dissipated he walked in and saw piles of golden coins stacked most everywhere along with silver and bronze coins Severus had told him were galleons for the gold coins, sickles for the silver (twenty of these to a Galleon) knuts for the bronze coins (five of these to a sickle). It was not the money that made him very happy, it was the trunk here. He saw a letter with it and it instructed him on how to use the trunk. He gave a sample of his blood and set the password for it and then opened it up.
The trunk had four compartments, the first he saw he could put his school supplies and clothing, the second he grinned when he found a cauldron and brass telescope along with all the vials and stirring rods he could need. The next compartment nearly made him cheer for joy, here he found all the books he would need for his core classes for all seven years! What was really good was they were his mothers and he saw that there were even extra books, like HogwartsaHistory, TheOfficialGuidetoMagicalTransportand AGuidetoMagicalBriton. Harry was grateful for this, it meant he could save quite a bit of money, it looked as if he had a lot of money but he was not going to take chances at all. His spirits were not dampened even after he got his potions supplies, robes and uniforms and wand, the last with Severus looking a bit alarmed. Why should he? It was not as if Harry would ever turn out evil and horrible as the dark lord Voldemort had.
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In a fantastic and ancient castle, in one of the many towers, in a round office an old man sat at a large desk. He had long flowing gray hair and beard and was clad in bright blue robes with stars on them. He had a long crooked nose with a pair of half moon shaped glasses perched on them with twinkling blue eyes behind them. This was Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Supreme Mugwump of the ICW, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and headmaster of Hogwarts. He was waiting for Severus Snape to get back with a certain young boy, so many had thought him dead after his relations were murdered and he was mourned by the magical world. His response to the letter and where he was living got Dumbledore to act fast and have Severus go and get him, really no-one would expect that.
He looked up as the floo flared and Severus stepped out with a young boy clad in what looked like a school uniform. He had a satchel over one shoulder (Severus had insisted he get one with an extendible charm on it) in which his trunk was along with everything he owned in the world. He was average height for a boy of his age, he had the trademark messy black hair but had his mother's eyes and features. He had a silvery scar from under his hair line down the right hand side of his face ending just below his right eye. It was hardly noticeable though it seemed to have hidden the other scar. The boy was looking around warily, he was taking in the office and the portraits and the silver instruments before they settled on Dumbledore seated at his desk.
"I brought him as asked headmaster." Severus replied, "he knew nothing of our world."
"I hope you were able to help him?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes sir, I was." Severus replied, "Mr. Potter this is headmaster Albus Dumbledore."
"Hello sir, thank you for allowing me to come to school here." Harry said politely, he had a feeling he was just in another sort of prison and it was best if he just remained polite. "I was not sure if I would be able to come sir."
"It is good that you could, rooms have been set up for you to stay in." Dumbledore said, "you will be safe here."
"Thank you sir." Harry replied.
He left the headmaster's office translating the bit of information he had got. It was not he being kept safe he knew that, the headmaster saw him as a very real threat and was going to isolate and keep him a prisoner here. He was used to that, there were so many who feared him, thought he was defective and should be locked up for life. All because of what his evil aunt and uncle did to him, and the fact he refused to go over and over the abuse he had suffered. To him it was over, they could no longer harm him and why should he be forced to remember the abuse much less talk about it to strangers who really did not care one wit about him?
There was an upside though to staying in the castle, he would have his own room for a month, something that he had never had (a cupboard under the stairs was not a room but a prison) and he was grateful for that. He was able to go through his first year books and study in great detail the other books as well. He did find the library and found a book on the 20th century and found out a bit as to why he was such a big deal and who Voldemort was. It angered him that this evil dark lord had come after his family, if he had not maybe he could have grown up in a loving family. He also learned a bit from the books what was expected of him, he would give them what they wanted, hopefully when he turned eighteen he would be free to do what he wanted. He really could not see himself staying in this world longer than that.
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Harry did not get to go on the train to Hogwarts as he was already here, not that he really wanted to. On the evening of September first he was led to where the first years waited and he got a good look at his fellow first years. Most of the boys were taller than him, he was an inch or two shorter and that annoyed him. Well at least he was not the smallest first year, that would not make him happy, he already had one mark on his back as it were he did not need to add another. Two boys were quietly arguing, one was a tall flaming red headed boy by the name of Ron Weasley, the other was a pale white blond haired boy by the name of Draco Malfoy. Harry found himself standing by a girl with lots of bushy brown hair and bucked teeth.
"Hello I did not see you on the train." The girl said, "I am Hermione Granger, who are you?"
"I was not on the train, not allowed." Harry said, "I am Harry Potter unfortunately."
"Oh, I have read about you, you know." Hermione said.
"Yes I am in Modern Magical History and Rise and Fall of the Dark Lord, most is bunk in those I wager. I was a baby, what could I have done? More likely my mum who saved me, I can barely cast a Lumos as it is." This last was a bit of a lie, Harry could cast far more than a Lumos spell but he was not going to give away what he could do. "Before any ask, no I do not remember that night nor do I wish to! Who would want to remember the night their parents were murdered?"
This was as the red headed boy was about to ask him a question about the night he lost his parents he wagered. Fortunately the tall thin figure of professor McGonagall came into the chamber, she was clad in a long gown of dark green, her dark hair was pulled back in a bun and she had a set of small square glasses perched on her nose. She led the students into the great hall and Harry was in awe, he had seen the hall before but never at night and never with hundreds of floating candles over the tables with what only could be close to a thousand students. The ceiling looked as if it was not there but he knew it was charmed to look like the outside sky. They were lined up at the front of the hall where an old hat was placed on a stool. The brim opened and the hat sang, this then was how one was sorted. Harry waited while his fellow students were sorted, finally it was his turn and he took a seat with the hat lowered over his head.
"Hmm very interesting, you are dead set on one house only aren't you?" The hat said in his mind.
"I have to go to Gryffindor, no choice." Harry replied. "Not Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff…"
"You would do well in Slytherin you know."
"Yes, but I would be in Azkaban before the night was over, I am a prisoner as it is. Best not to anger my keepers you know."
"I am sorry you see things that way, well then if you are set on it, better be GRYFFINDOR" The hat shouted out the last.
Harry went to the Gryffindor table and sat by a boy with a round face and dark blond hair who introduced himself timidly as Neville Longbottom. Hermione Granger sat next to him and Harry watched as the rest of the students were sorted, Ron became Gryffindor and took a seat further down the table. Harry half listened to the speech given by the headmaster before food appeared before him. He grinned and loaded his plate, he had not been starved after he was seven, he got three healthy well balanced meals but it was really boring and not very good fare. This was heaven to the boy and he at till fill to bursting. After the feast he followed his fellow first year Gryffindors up to the Gryffindor house common room and headed to bed. The next few years would turn out to be interesting indeed.
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Harry's first year at Hogwarts turned out to be interesting and not what many expected. When Neville was hurt and broke his wrist on his first flight Harry offered to see him to the infirmary and so by that act never ended up on the Gryffindor team due to flying and catching the Rememberall. He became friends with Neville and gave him a planner to put his classes and notes so he would not forget things. He even helped him in potions by being his partner, he liked Neville, he was a good friend and just needed confidence to be a good wizard. He was the kind of friend Harry needed as he was down to earth and loyal too. They studied together and Harry learned much of the magical world and how it worked while Neville learned about the muggle world between their studying.
On Halloween Harry was walking around the castle not an any mood to celebrate as it was the time that his own parents had been murdered. It never had been a good time for him, back in hell he was beat and thrown in his cupboard on that day and lectured on how he should be dead. Only a few short years later the Dursleys minus Dudley were shot dead when they tried to kill him in a beating and he lived on. He was walking on the second floor when he smelled something awful, he thought the pipes might have backed up but that thought left his mind as he saw a large green unwashed troll slump into the girls bathroom followed by screams of terror. Harry acted and stormed into the room and a fine battle began. He managed to get Hermione Granger to leave the room safely while he battled the troll. When the professors finally made it to the scene of the battle they found a bruised and battered Harry with a very dead troll in the middle of a shattered ice covered bathroom.
"What, what happened here?" McGonagall stammered.
"I was walking professor and saw the troll enter the bathroom." Harry replied. "I heard Hermione here scream and I reacted."
"You reacted." Severus said, "the troll is dead and you call that reacting, why pray tell were you not at the feast?"
"I see nothing for me to celebrate this day sir." Harry said, "as for killing the troll, not much of a choice, either it died or it would have killed Hermione or me."
Harry had walked off leaving his professors and a young girl behind. Honestly were they going to blame him for doing what was right here? It sure felt like it, but when Hermione told him later he had got twenty points it calmed him down by quite a bit. He became friends with Hermione and she joined Harry and Neville's study sessions. She learned much of the magical world, the customs and such and started to pay some attention to the way she looked. Her uniforms became neater, her hair she tied back in braids or a plait and she became a little less bossy as the time went on. The rest of the year went on comfortably, Harry got gifts at Christmas along with an invisibility cloak that he tried out and at the end of the year it was not he but Neville who went down the third floor corridor to rescue Ron Weasley and to confront and defeat Quirrell.
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Summer after first year was quiet for Harry, as he could not stay at the school in the summer he was surprised when Flitwick offered him a place to stay. Harry wondered just how a half-goblin lived, did he live as a human or as goblin? After the students left Flitwick used a portkey to take him to his home, at first Harry did not know what to make of it, it looked like an old WWII bunker, with one steel door to let them in. In fact that is what it was a refurbished bunker. Flitwick led him into a wood paneled foyer, down a set of stairs and into a large and cheery living room with a massive stone fireplace, tall windows that were charmed to show the moorlands around the bunker and lots of soft and comfortable furniture. Harry was shocked when he saw a telly in this room and even more when he saw what looked like electric lights not torches lighting the space.
"Tesla electricity," Flitwick said, "looks as if my son got it up and running!"
"Tesla as in Nicholas Tesla?" Harry asked.
"Yes, he was or is a wizard, still alive you know as he did fake his death. I have been trying for years to get permits to put up his electricity here, as you know AC and DC currents do not work well in a magical field, too much energy and so the Tesla electrical power or TE currents is much lower, one has to have a junction box and the like for it to work you know."
"I do now sir." Harry said, "this is brilliant!"
"Come, let me give you the tour."
Harry found the home was very comfortable, the concrete walls had been treated with cream colored plaster and dark wood wainscoting, the floor covered in wood. There was a large library with both magical and muggle books, a large dining room, kitchen and pantry, four bedrooms with en suits and a water closet near the living room. Harry was shown his room, room done as he liked in blues and greens. Never had anyone offered to take such good care of him like this and he was not sure what to think of that! His smile was all Flitwick needed and he was left to himself to unpack and freshen up. Over the next week he learned lots about his professor, that Flitwick was not half goblin physically but he was an honorary goblin due to saving the life of ten goblin princes ages ago. He had ten children, his wife had long since died and most of his children had moved from England to America, all but one who still lived here.
Harry enjoyed his summer here, he was able to read and learn to his heart's content and to ask questions of an adult who did not have ulterior motives in mind. His birthday brought even more changes and all for the good. Years earlier his godfather had got a copy of a paper and learned his godson was dead. Believing that he saw no reason to stay in magical Briton, escaped and headed to America where he got a trial that had embarrassed the British ministry and led the way to reforms. On his birthday Harry got gifts from his friends, a book on Herbology from Neville, a book on Wizarding law from Hermione and even sweets from Ron. The last gift had Flitwick state he had work to do leaving Harry to the living room by himself. Harry opened the letter and read and grinned. He pulled out a book on Occulumency, a pendent that would help shield his mind and last a small mirror twelve by twelve inches in size. He activated it at once and a man came on, a man with long shaggy near black hair, a neatly trimmed goatee, gray eyes and tanned skin. He grinned on seeing Harry and Harry, not one to show emotion so fully grinned back.
"So you are my godfather?" Harry asked, "for real?"
"Yes, yes I am Harry, I thought you dead, if I had known you were not know I would have done all I could to raise you myself, I thought about going after the rat, that was Pettigrew, he was the secret keeper that got your parents killed, though I should have never switched with him."
"Not your fault, he had to have been really close to you for you to even trust him." Harry replied.
"Yea, a brother, or so I thought." Sirius said bitterly. "I should never have gone after him after, should have taken you."
"Not your fault, really it's not." Harry replied, "I am glad to see you now though, that you would want anything to do with me. Most people don't you know."
"Well that will change, I can't come get you, I would be arrested but we can start planning your coming here, though it will not be for a few years, I am sorry for that. But I promise I will do all I can to get you over here."
"You mean that?" Harry asked feeling hope for the first time in years. "I, I would like that."
"First you must learn Occulumency, I never thought I would say this but trust Snape in this, he is the one who wrote me. I will tell you later why, once he sees you have learned it okay?"
"Yea, sure, thank you!" Harry said.
They talked for a while more over the next few days and weeks before Harry had to head back to Hogwarts. Harry now knew he had someone on his side and wanted to see him free, it would make the next few years that much easier to bear for him.
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Harry stood on the battlements looking over the valley of Hogsmeade deep in thought. Five years had passed and his seventh year at Hogwarts had come. He had grown from a scrawny young man to a tall strong young man. He thought back to his years at Hogwarts, some were good, very good. After he had rescued Ginny from the diary and killed the basilisk before Christmas of his second year the students seemed to relax more around him. Of course he had been warned by his own godfather to not reveal that he was a Parselmouth, and so when the snake was set on him by Draco he had backed up and kept his mouth shut until it was gone. He had learned that many societies did not see Parseltongue as evil or something to fear, but most of Europe and the middle east did.
Harry was glad his time was ending here in England, he was starting to view America as his home, oh he had to face the newly risen dark lord once more but after that he was home free from the prophecy his own godfather had told him about after Snape deemed him proficient in Occulumency. Those lessons had been brutal, but then again Severus had worked him hard, Harry had read the book given him and worked hard on his shields only to have them torn down again and again until finally one day he was able to keep Severus out a few seconds, then a minute and finally nearly permanently. Severus had moved on to show him how to put thoughts together and hide those he did not want seen when he had to lower his shields. Severus was an evil taskmaster but he was not one to coddle anyone and Harry was grateful for that.
"So I thought I would find you here." Severus said walking to where Harry stood, "you are not to blame for him coming back, he would have one way or another."
"Yea well Collin is dead, he took him, took his blood and tortured him to death." Harry replied, "Collin did not deserve that."
"He refused to tell the dark lord anything." Severus said, "I wanted to save him, I did but…"
"You would have been torn to pieces bit by bit if you had." Harry replied, "the dark lord knows your true loyalty as you well know, he keeps you around to punish you. He wants you to step out of line so he can take out his revenge on you."
"I know, I do not know why you of all people would wish to save one like me, I am wicked, even your mother abandoned me and rightly so."
"No, that was not right, I am not my parents, I am Harry and see you as a good person." Harry said, "you were driven to the dark lord, and I blame Dumbledore for that. Soon we will both be free."
Harry had a plan with his godfather, as soon as the dark lord was defeated Harry would be spirited away to Ireland, from there he would catch a plane out of Dublin and head for America. Harry had known for a few years now Voldemort would come back and he had learned of the Horcruxes as well, the goblins were more than willing to destroy them as they saw them as an abomination and so removed them from the earth. Years had passed peacefully after Harry's second year, third year was all about studying and training. Fourth year was the Tri-Wizard Tournament where Cedric Diggory won over Fleur Delacour and Victor Krum. Fifth year was quiet as was sixth, but now at the beginning of Harry's seventh the dark lord had come back and in celebration he had slaughtered sixteen innocent boys for the sixteen years that Harry had dared live.
Now Harry was ready to strike back, the defense club from second year had continued as success and Harry was well trained from that and from his private lessons as well. The trap was laid for Voldemort and soon he would come to take on the "Prisoner of Hogwarts" as Harry was now labeled. Word had got out to the Daily Prophet at the end of his third year that he was kept in the castle year round, not allowed out and was in the summer locked up as a prisoner. Harry did not dispel those rumors, he had never been allowed to go to Hogsmeade or back to Diagon Alley even, Flitwick had tried to get the headmaster to allow him but the aged headmaster was not going to budge, stating it was for Harry's safety. Well Harry would fulfill his duty then activate the portkey he had had for years. He had honor and though he could have left at any time after third year he stayed as he had a duty to perform.
"Well better go down and meet him." Harry said as he saw a line of death eaters stop at the gates, "he better play fair."
"He will not." Severus replied.
"Too bad, well he will die today." Harry replied. "Let's get this over with."
He walked through the school and out to the great lawn where Voldemort stood waiting for him. He was a very ugly man, he stood Harry noted a few inches shorter than him, and he was five ten in height! He was clad in his school uniform and robes, as an insult to Voldemort, as if to say dueling him was not worth him changing to battle robes. Which it was not, all Harry had to do was kill Voldemort, he would give him the first shot and he hoped it was not the killing curse, he was sure he would survive that but he really did not want more fame due to that.
"So glad you came, we can get this over with then?" Harry said, "professor Snape will ah referee this."
"Very well, how do you wish to do this?" Voldemort asked.
"Draw lots, whoever gets the shortest gets first shot." Harry replied.
"Here you are my lord." Severus said holding out the small sticks, Voldemort drew a short stick, "very good my lord."
"Yea guess you do get the first shot." Harry said holding up a longer stick.
Voldemort smirked evilly and cast a Crucio curse, Harry fell to the ground screaming in pain while Voldemort laughed at him. The curse hurt worse than anything Harry had ever felt and that was saying something as he had been tortured badly as a child before he was rescued. Finally the curse was lifted and Harry looked up at Voldemort smirking at him. He stood, so glad he used the words he had, first shot, Voldemort had agreed to it and now Harry was going to show him why it was not wise to mess with him. He stood up and took out a simple fire arm and aimed it at Voldemort's heart, he shot the exploding round into the dark lord and stepped back throwing up a shield as the round exploded removing most of Voldemort's chest leaving a gaping hole. Of course it was a fatal wound and the dark lord fell dead to the ground. Harry turned to see Dumbledore walking from the castle a shocked and disappointed look on his face.
"Ah hello headmaster!" Harry said cheerfully, "good news, Voldemort is gone, no more, bad news is there is a bit of a mess to clean up."
"Harry killing is not…"
"Sir he had to die, there was no other way, oh and I am done here!" Harry said tapping his watch, "I have to fly you know."
"You cannot leave, you have your NEWTs to sit for and this to answer for." Dumbledore said.
"You mean I am going to Azkaban, nope, don't think so. See I learned that once I defeated Voldy here that you would do all you could to get me locked up. So I found a way to get away from you."
"You cannot Apparate Harry." Dumbledore said smugly, "or use a portkey."
"Well not a normal portkey no, but an international one, why yes I can!" Harry said grinning, "oh and thank you for the education, it was very good!"
Harry muttered "there is no place like home" three times grabbing Severus as he did so. Both disappeared leaving a very frustrated headmaster behind. They landed in a small room in Dublin and walked a few short blocks to the airport. Neither relaxed for a long time, even as they flew over the Atlantic they were tense the whole journey. Finally their plane landed at JFK in New York City and they got off the plane. They were imminently whisked away by men in black suits to a waiting car and to a hotel where Sirius was waiting for Harry with his wife June and their two children, Phineas Charlus Black and Tara Lily Black ten and twelve years old.
"Welcome to America and freedom Harry!" Sirius said hugging Harry for the first time in years, he held him out at arms length, "a bit pale but you are healthy though."
"That is because I make sure he eats well." Severus said, "all he seems to want is sweets."
"Ah Severus, I should say thank you." Sirius said.
"You should."
"Thank you, I mean it, you have been a far better man than I could ever have been." Sirius said, "you never betrayed your friends."
"That was Pettigrew's doing," Remus said walking up, "hello Severus, I hope you do not mind me here, after all…"
"No, as long as you do not have fleas, the cure worked?"
"Yes, thank you, you will be rich now." Remus said.
"That is not why I did it you worthless cur!" Severus snapped.
"Oh stop it you men," June said, "we have a long trip, then we can settle in."
It took Harry a full month to realize he was free, that there was not anyone trying to lock him up or view him as evil. He was just Harry, a normal teen who wanted to become a doctor. He liked to be outside as much as possible, to feel the freedom of getting up when he wanted, to walk outside the house without having to wait for someone to let him out of the home. He liked being able to do simple things, like shopping, and even getting a part time job! For the first time in his life he was truly happy and could not think of anything else he could possibly need or want at this time.
Ten years after coming to America someone from Harry's past came back into his life. He was a doctor now and was working at his residency when he saw her, Ginny Weasley. She saw him and he knew she was here for him and he grinned. He had a lot of catching up to do with her and so he invited her on a date. It turned out she had played for seven years on the Hollyhead Harpies before retiring and setting out to find him. She had made a lot of money and was well off and both hit it off at once. Two years passed and Harry got up the courage to ask her to marry him and they were married in a simple ceremony. This was Harry's dream growing up, getting married and having a family of his own and he would! No longer was he a slave but a free man in a free land far away from those who had sot to control and use him for their own means.
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Yes Harry did have a way to escape at anytime, yet he was good enough to do what he had to and rid the world of Voldemort. He did that then left, as he planned to do all along, he was not going to flee the prophecy after all!
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