DISCLAIMER: PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING WITH THE STORY

I have read one HP fic in my entire life. I can safely say this story is quite unlike it. However, there are thousands I have no knowledge of. If this bears any resemblance to another story, I profoundly apologize. Just mention it in a review, and I'll delete the story immediately. This was written for a friend, as a Christmas gift. Let's just say it took me awhile. It is not my normal genre, so keep that in mind if you choose to read this. Once again, I do not read HP fic, so any resemblance is completely unintentional. And I hope someone enjoys it besides my friend. Merry Christmas, dude. You know who you are.

Songs in parts 1-6 are not mine. The lyrics inspired me. Thanks to Natalie Merchant, Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice (Michael Ball), Lisa Germano, The Cowboy Junkies, Jonathan Larson (Adam Pascal), and Jonatha Brooke for their wonderful songs (or wonderful versions of songs) that helped me write this. I don't own any of it, I don't profit from any of it. J.K. Rowling, you have no need to worry—I'll never make money off of this.

Anthem By novocaine

Prologue: He Didn't Have To Be

It is on a cold night in December when he faces the Dark Lord for the last time. The battle is long and fierce, and many perish in the fight. The details are incomplete, as not everyone can recall everything they saw. However, the outcome is easy to relay—Harry Potter lives. The reason for his victory is important, as is the aftermath, but the details will come. The story must be told from the beginning.