Author's Note: Welcome, readers... To a new tale that I never thought I will give a tale that enflamed in the candle once more in the dark: A Harry Potter story that I thought I would not say. To be precise, not even saying that the title was going to be at easy to change, comparing to the previous we know exactly... Please, with all due, it was not at ease to give this, but like all my stories, bare with me about this as well. Again, I was not so confident and unsure to give this, since it was sense told before... and yet, in disclaimer, this next did not say it was a repeat, but only slight. He had another for some sad reason, and it'll be answered why, in this following chapter.

So...

Please, if you wanted to give it a chance, then proceed.

Enjoy.

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(This dedication goes out to the author herself, who made the start of our beginnings to read the story of "Harry Potter".)

- RyouBakuraShadow

Harry Potter I — The Sorcerer's Stone

Summary: When we thought in closure his adventure after, something wrong in 7th year, "The Boy Who Lived" faced a bad conclusion, cut off not known he would do: collecting a resurrection stone of Tom Riddle's in the Forbidden Forest. When done so and been found, split into two, a grown-up and... a young child at the age three. How will his life be, now that he must at will since that stone?

Chapter 1: The Forbidden Forest

It was the morning after the next day... after the war in the penetrations of the castle. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry was in silence from the attack after was given in tears of sorrow for their loss of friends and certain sense of families that sacrifice for the peace of the Wizarding World, for the sake of rights.

As the sun glowed softly in awakening the students early morning after the fight they've fought for, there was little a bustle and murmurs within the grounds in the corridors and the certain groups gathered in the courtyard in talk.

Today was their final time to be in Hogwarts and there was a case that the castle that many might not return for another year, whether the case was at pass graduation or simply cannot say they will come back until further notice why.

Either way, it was a very sad, depressing day for them as they continue the weep for their loved ones that are gone, mourning for them on the second day. There were some taken away in stretchers and some lay next to their closest with closed eyes with cuts and bruises upon their face and clothes that are in rags.

As people of students and families were tightly with the survivors that are remained amongst the dead, Harry James Potter, "The Boy Who Lived", was sitting in muteness as he ate miserably to consume cereal, The Cherro's, away from seeing eyes. He was alone sitting upon the bench side of Gryffindor house, eating slowly as he lowered his head, his eyes obscured within his glassed like fogged glasses.

He was also one of them that was in memory of the friends he lost, including the past of his family that helped him through the war before he was at ready to be in death. He thought he was, at first will be in join with them... but apparently, it was not intended and such decision upon them to give in his life like that... for they have wished him well that he should be living, more than just dying for their sake.

He looked up. He heard afar that was earshot in. His name was called.

"Harry?"

"Harry?! Where are you? Where are...?"

He raised from his nearly empty like bowl that's been a fifth quarter away to the bottom. He lowered the spoon down, letting it dip into the milk to see... Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, tired and worn out, circles of heavy black underneath their eyes. They split a weak grin in their lips.

"Good morning, Harry. Care to let us sit with you?" Hermione started, wondering to see if he will allow them to join in the assumption.

Harry... stared at them, giving no word. His expression of his eyes was still obscured to not let them see.

"..."

Ron pulled himself beside him as well, glancing upon his food. "Besides, what are you eating? What's breakfast recently?"

"..."

"Harry... You okay? What's wrong?" Hermione concernedly spoke in a whisper. "What's wrong with you? Are you going to tell...?"

She stretched at inch to touch his hand. She wanted to comfort him. The least could do is to tell him to get at well after yesterday...

She sighed as she contacts her hand over his, making him look up towards her sad gaze. She was always a good a friend in need as well as Ron, but recently, he was in no mood... to see them face to face.

He bit lip, swatting his friend's hand away by force. He was in no mood to speak to them... not at least, today. They fought for the war, their wills to live on, even if he loses someone... somebody he knew... just like ones he loved and cared for in his heart. Why should she think it's alright to console to him, convince that things are now alright? That life is really truly in peace?! How could she think so?!

He finally... gave a grunt, steading himself from the bench, to turn away from the friends he knew that helped him by his side, no matter what. What he didn't noticed was that they were staring at him, like he was a pitying man, although hero all the same. He hustles in a quick pace.

Recently, today after overall, he was in less fitting to care about what's around him as he felt bitter, walking deadly alone.

All the people he once knew besides the friends that remained in survival were gone from his grasp, passed away like they were mist of fog that will soon be further on he must carry on without them. He couldn't bare himself in his beating heart that he was sense lonely, sense abandoned. They were gone for him, no longer to say they are in presence along, now that it's over.

He watched over a few others rustle together, discussing or talking about what's going to happen after what's in store for them in Hogwarts. Many that are familiar faces will not be around, some were going to apply a job they wished to pursuit by their own choice. The plans they made. Wherever they wanted, some promised good wells and to take care as they are preparing to leave the school in luggage and cages, at ready to say their goodbyes to their years forward.

This... only made...

Harry Potter at his worst in feelings. He simply couldn't. He just can't withstand facing his aunt, uncle and cousin for summer.

Now that he has no more schooling, he wasn't as sure what he wanted to do in comparison among others. He wasn't sure about them as well...

Could they be going to apply a job, go overseas in study afar... without him in contact?

What if he... never sees them again, and yet...

It made him cry as he raced himself within the far part of the woods:

The Forbidden Forest.

As he ran towards the rustling of the high trees and the current of the cold day wind, he struggled in his footing as he continued falling apart. He never felt so lonesome harder. He wanted to scream, to shout out that he wished they were with him once more. If only he knew... If only he could... and...

He then... felt something in the soles underneath his shoes. He blinked in sniffles, looking downward at his feet. He slowly moved his footing aside, sliding the dirt grass smoothly and a little roughly from the stones.

Harry... gave a wide-eyed stare, his glasses nearly slipping from his nose.

The resurrection stone...

...Of Tom Riddle's.