Disclaimer: See prolog.

Chapter 1- Who am I?

Who am I?
Are you sure you want to know?

The story of my life is not for the faint of heart.
If somebody told you it was a happy little tale...
If somebody told you I was just your average ordinary guy, not a care in the world...
somebody lied.

Not everyone is meant to make a difference. But for me, the choice to lead an ordinary life is no longer an option.
In fact in never was.
Destiny was calling before I was even born.

You may know me by many names in either world; Magical or Muggle.
In the Magical World I am considered a hero for something that happened when I was the age of one. Something I can only glimpse when a Dementor is close enough to me. The night my parents were taken by Voldermort. Yes I hear my parents last moments, the only memory I have of them. Yes I Hold the title of "The - Boy - who - Lived, the one who defeated the Dark Lord". THe only person to survive the Killing Curse.
In the Muggle World I am know as a nuisance, a freak by my blood family, and (if you know any thing about my blood relatives) you ungrateful BOY!

So I am caught in between. Wanting a new life. To be normal, average (well a normal wizard anyway). With no worries except maybe for getting to classes on time, finishing assignments, girls and other normal stuff. Not having to worry about saving the world. If I was just an average person then maybe I would still have my god-father, Sirius, and my parents, James and Lily Potter. And maybe just maybe even Cedric would still be here. I would be loved. I would be respected for actions that I do remember and not for luck or anything else that occurred which meant that I was stuck in this existence, stuck in this meaningless life, wishing for something else.

Life would have been different. Maybe not better but it would be different.
But it is not.

No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, the ones I love will always be the ones who pay.

Whatever life holds in store for me, I will never forget these words, "with great power comes great responsibility."
This is my gift, my curse.

Who am I?
I'm Harry, Harry Potter.

There is a poem by Tennyson which sums up my views as well as the side of Light's;

"Tho' we are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."

I will not yield to Voldermort.
I will fight him to the end.
And I will win.

My advice to you is to always expect the unexpected and be careful of what you wish for as you never know it might come true in one way or another.

It happened to me.

I was sitting in my room at four Privit Drive on the 28th July at 11:58 PM writting a letter.
It did not matter who I addressed the letters, be it Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Remus, Tonks or any of the other Order members keeping watch over me. I always wrote same six words.

Still alive.
Nothing happening here.
HP.

I was tired and I wanted to sleep without the nightmares of what happened at the ministry the month before. Sirius.

Six minutes later after sending Hedwig to Ron. I was no longer in Surrey. In fact I was no longer in Great Britian.

I was somewhere else

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