Chapter 2

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Harry Potter was exhausted after another day of physical training. "This muggle stuff never gets easier does it," Harry said to himself. Four years ago he had run away from England. He left behind everybody he loved. His two best friends in the world Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, his girlfriend Cho, his godfather Sirius, and all his friends. "I did them a favor and left. I only endangered their lives being around them." He slowly let his mind drift to his previous life and the events that took place.

*Flashback*

They were in the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night. It was during his 7th year at Hogwarts right before Christmas. The night sky was clear and the snow had already fallen. It was a cold night that you could feel the ice falling off your nose.

"You will never win. I wont let you. I can be strong! I don't plan on dieing today!" yelled Harry.

"Foolish boy! I'm not going to kill you right now. Oh no of course not. I'm going to make you watch as I slowly kill your friends and everybody you love. It hurts you even more when I make you watch me torture them," said Voldemort. He then gave an evil laugh. "Bring the prisoners out here," commanded Voldemort to his followers. Slowly three prisoners were brought to the center of the circle. Harry looked up to see the face of Ron, Hermione and Cho. Now he was worried. He looked into Cho's eyes and could tell that she was scared.

"No! Let them go! This is between you and me!" yelled Harry

"Yes! That's exactly why they are here! Because it is between YOU and ME!" hissed Voldemort. "I will slowly kill them off one by one. The pain and the agony might be too much though, so they might lose their minds first!" he gave another evil laugh. "Once I am through with them, I will kill you in the same manner. But I wont kill you right away. I'm going to make you beg for death!"

"NO!"

"Let's see where to start. Ah I know, how about your little girlfriend," hissed Voldemort.

"Wait! I'll do what ever you want," said Harry.

"You had your chance boy! You could have joined me. I could have made you my apprentice. You could have been powerful. Crucio!" yelled Voldemort as he pointed his wand at Cho. Harry couldn't do anything except watch Cho scream in pain and fall to the floor begging him to stop.

"Please!" yelled Harry.

"How about if you crawl over here and beg me. Then I might stop." Harry knew he was defeated and could do nothing. He slowly broke his hold from the Death Eaters that were holding him. They only let him go because they knew what he was planning on doing. Suddenly a phoenix appeared and lit the entire area up.

"What is that?" Harry could hear several of the Death Eaters ask among themselves.

"That is a phoenix you idiots!" roared Voldemort.

"It's Fawkes!" yelled Ron. Fawkes proceeded to flying around and trying to burn the Death Eaters with its flame. It then perched on Harry's shoulder and dropped a black crystal ball into Harry's hand. Harry had no idea what it was but knew what to do. Slowly he fell into a trance and started reciting words of ancient magic. Ron, Hermione and Cho could only stare at him with fear and confusion.

"What is he doing?" asked Hermione.

"I don't know," replied Ron.

"Is this something you have seen him do before Cho?" asked Hermione.

"No!" she quickly replied.

Slowly the black ball turned white. Harry slowly advanced towards Voldemort. He was now out of his trance and had no idea what happened but his instincts told him what to do.

"This is the Orb of Gryffindor! Voldemort your time is over!" yelled Harry. Slowly a white hand extended itself from the orb. It made it's way towards Voldemort who could only look at it with fear.

"No! Not the orb! This isn't over Potter!" yelled Voldemort as he tried to get away. It was no use however. The hand extended itself and passed through Voldemort once. It then proceeded into returning to the orb, which once again turned black. His lifeless body fell to the floor only to turn into ashes. Voldemort was no more and his soul was trapped in the orb for all eternity. This was the equivalent to a Dementor's Kiss.

*End of Flashback*

Harry splashed himself with cold water. He needed to get these memories out of his mind. After returning back to bed his mind once again wondered.

*Flashback*

It was the night of Harry's graduation. Cho was allowed to come visit him at the castle. That night they once again danced to I Never Had A Dream Come True. It had become their song. This was to be Harry's last night at graduation and being Head Boy he had his own private room.

"Congratulations Harry! You finally graduated from Hogwarts. I'm so proud of you," said Cho.

"Thanks Cho," replied Harry with a grin.

"Let me give you a proper congratulations Mr. Potter," said Cho with a flirtatious look. Slowly she started to kiss him. The kisses that started slow eventually came faster and harder. Slowly she started unbuttoning his shirt while he removed her dress.

"You really are beautiful Ms. Chang," said Harry. They slowly made their way over to Harry's bed.

"I will love you always Harry. There will never be anyone else," said Cho from underneath him.

A/N: If you don't get what is happening then stop reading now and go to another Fanfiction.

Long after Cho had fallen asleep Harry was still awake. All his belongings were packed up and shrunk so that it was the size of a marble and fit in his pocket. He picked up his Firebolt and took one last look at Cho. Looking at her was like looking at an angel. He almost changed his mind not to go. But he had made up his mind and he knew this was difficult. It was the most difficult thing he ever had to do. He was sure he would rather face Voldemort again. Leaving a letter next to the bed Harry took one last glance and flew out the window. He had left the life of Harry Potter behind now. He had to protect his friends by not being around them. All he had ever done was brought pain and suffering. They were better off with out him he convinced himself.

*End of Flashback*

Harry awoke the next morning feeling groggy and was preparing to take his final exams. He had now taken the name James Potter and had used a special spell to hide his lightning bolt scar. He had run away to the United States and used magic to create himself a profile and citizenship. He then used magic to get into the United States Air Force Academy and was training to become an officer. The last four years had been pure physical hell. The Academy required its cadets to be in top physical condition and therefore did Physical Training everyday on top of school work. After making his bed for inspection and ironing his cadet uniform he made his way off to class.