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Summary: Harry Potter learns his true heritage, something not even the great Dumbledore knows. He trains, and becomes strong enough to protect not only his world but much more. H/H
Chapter 1: Disappearances
Little Whinging – July 30th, 1995 – 9:30pm
It was a normal summer night or as normal as it can get when it had been raining for 4 straight days, in a very normal neighborhood; this neighborhood was called Privet Drive, and in 4 Privet Drive lived a very normal family, as the head of the house Vernon Dursley would tell you, he and his family were perfectly normal and predictable people and proud of it. But in this house also lived a fourth resident, he had green emerald eyes, black, permanently messy hair and if u were to guess his age one would say he was 12, but he was in fact almost 15, but that was the most normal thing about this boy, because this boy was a wizard, and even as a wizard he wasn't normal for u see, he had survived the killing curse, when he was a mere baby and destroyed the power of the most powerful evil wizard in history, but it didn't stop there, for when he was 11 he fought this wizard again and defeated him, when he was 12 he fought the memory of the wizard and defeated him for the 3rd time, and when he was 14, less than a month ago he had fought him again after forcefully participating in his rebirth and escaped alive. But now he wasn't bothered by the rain outside, in fact he felt the rain was comforting because it was as uncontrolled as his thoughts and emotions at the time.
Harry Potter had 3 main thoughts at the time; Cedric's death during the third task; the rebirth of Voldemort; and lastly and the one he spent more time thinking about was, Hermione Granger, his best friend for 4 years, his crush for as long as he could remember; no, not crush, he loved her and he had always loved her, he just hadn't realized it. He did not know when he first realized he was in love with her. Maybe it had been when she kissed him on the cheek at the end of fourth year in the train station, or maybe it had been when he first saw her at the ball, or maybe it had been in third year when she helped him rescue Sirius, or perhaps in second year when he she had run into his hands after being revived, or when for the first and only time she was not with him when facing danger, or before when he had first seen her petrified, or even before in first year when she had gone with him until almost the moment he faced Voldemort for the second time in his life, or perhaps it had simply been when she had defended him from McGonagall after he had saved her from the Mountain Troll. The only thing he knew was that unlike his other best friend Ron Wesley he had always known Hermione was a girl, and that she was the most important person to him even before the second task and that the only reason he had not asked her to the ball and pretended to like Cho was because he knew Ron had feelings for her and was giving him a chance to ask her out. But know he couldn't help but think that Hermione might have feelings for him.
Harry was sitting on his window sill with his eyes glowing, though he did not notice, nor did he know that he was in fact the one that was causing the storm. This had been the same place he had occupied for the last 30 days only leaving to use the bathroom and eat. And so he went on thinking about his three thoughts, completely oblivious to what he was doing unintentionally.
London – July 30th, 1995 – 10:34pm
Hermione Granger could not sleep, how could she when she knew her best friend, who also happened to be the boy she had fallen in love with since he had saved her from the troll in first year, was suffering. But that wasn't it alone because during the past month she had been hearing someone else's thoughts and emotions in her head. In fact, she was quite sure that they belonged to Harry. She could feel his power and his pain and wished that there was something she could do for him.
Little Whinging – July 30th, 1995 – 11:59pm
Harry Potter was still sitting on the windowsill of his room without a thought to the time. But when the clock struck midnight pain erupted from every pore in his body, pain worse than a hundred cruciatus curses, a loud howl of pain escaped from his mouth as a golden glow surrounded him. By the time the Dursley's reached the room Harry Potter was gone, and his positions had also disappeared.
London – July 30th, 1995 – 12:00am
Hermione Granger woke up hearing a scream of pain like non she had ever heard before, but this scream was in her head and before she had realized it a golden glow surrounded her and with pain like she had never felt before she disappeared before having any chance to scream.