CHAPTER-1
"I will either be a murderer or a victim...."
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Harry sat up for the fifth time, that night breathing heavily. He was filled with sweat, tension, and worry. He took out a messy hanky and wiped it his face with it. He got up in resigned fate, and walked to the window.
"Why?? Why? Why has Voldemort chosen me?? Why??? What have I done to deserve this" were the thoughts, which ran through the Boy-Who-Lived's mind. His sixth year hadn't been exactly comforting, in fact it was a year, which he would dearly love to forget. That bitter quarrel with Ron and Hermione, which meant they not talking to him, Voldemort's attack , killing one of his best friend. Hagrid.
Yes, even now, when Harry thought of it, he clenched his teeth in anger. He had lain for hours over Hagrid's fallen body weeping. Hagrid, even though he was prone to being stupid, had put up one of his bravest fights killing and maiming over fifty Death Eaters and evil magical creatures. But, it was Voldemort who with the most powerful curse had killed him.
But, it was not only Hagrid who had been killed. Tonks, Fudge and Mrs. Figg. All were dead with Voldemort's attacks. Moody, Fred, George, Kingsley were lying in St. Mungo with critical injuries. The Healers said they might not come through. All of them had died or been injured by only one-way. Protecting Harry.
Harry stood up. Staring at the pictures of his parents and Sirius, he made a silent vow.
"I will kill you, Voldemort. I will give you the same pain, which you gave to others. I do not care if I die with it, but I will one day, bring you to your knees. One day...one simple day. I promise you this."