Harry Potter woke up that dark and dreary morning, finding himself flying out of his bed, his hand whipping out his wand. His eyes quickly and coolly cast their way across the room, looking, searching for the cause of his abrupt awakening. His arms came up as light flashed through the room, a unbidden thought sprung into his head. Someone was firing spells at him again. Just as quickly as the thought had come it disappeared with the rumbling of thunder. Harry Potter sank down next to his bed. It was only his imagination. A groan escaped the mans lips, just his imagination. His Imagination wasn't done with him yet though. As his head sank into his hand, suddenly he was back there again.

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More lights flashed, flying through the sky as Harry ducked and turned, twisting and dodging. Flashes of red, yellow, flashes of green sped through the night. Cries of the wounded filled the humid air. As Harry ran through the battle, incantations followed him. Stupify, Avada Kedavara, Crucio, Stupify, Crucio, Imperio, Marutha and many other.

 All these spells  jumbled together, creating a deafening roar. Suddenly just as loud as the battle, a silence descended over Harry's ears, the world was muted, leaving only the pounding of his heart. There before him. . . There before him was the evil thing that had caused all this, his parents, Hagrid, his schoolmates, Sirius Black, the citizens of this world, him. . .all had suffered at this man's hands. The skull that was all that was left after his attacks causing dread never known before, causing a whole new level of paranoia, a new level of pain, am overwhelming world of hurt and sorrow all aimed on one thing. The death of Harry Potter. The monster had red eyes that seemed to pierce into your very soul, tear it apart, and then leave you broken, sobbing on the ground. The eyes alone could instill fear into the hearts of many. His scaly white skin seemed to reflect light, yet at the same time a dark shadow seemed to surround the man, the very air itself seemed to freeze and stop moving when this man walked by. There was no skin visible except the face but even that seemed to be a thin layer, being sucked into the black hole that is the monsters heart. This thing was Lord Voldemort once called Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Voldemort seemed to sniff the air and he froze. His head slowly turned from watching two death eaters torture an auror. His eyes seemed to flicker with a fire that consumed this man as he gazed down upon the boy in 50 feet in front of him. A massive smirk that split his face grew until it seemed all his face would be one massive black maw. Ready to swallow any hope and love. The dark lord raised his wand as the blackened teeth split, ready to cast one of many delightfully destructive curses…

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Harry shook his head, pulling himself out of his memories. It had been a long time since he had remembered; to remember was to hurt. He slowly picked himself off the ground. His eyes slightly watery, his braining still remembering, remembering all the people that had suffered, all because of him. He slowly meandered out of the bedroom, swaying from side to side. He made his way into the kitchen where he grabbed a mug out of the cupboard. He took it over to the sink and turned on the hot water, when it grew warm enough for coffee, he put it under the tap and went back to his thoughts.

            His parents. . . . .  his parents had to live the last months of their lives in fear and misery, constantly living by the seat of their pants, knowing, knowing that someday they would have to defend their son from the deadly Voldemort. Remus had told Harry during the summer of his fifth year that Lily had had a view very similar to that of Hermione's on Divination. Remus' words rang in his ears;   

"Oh, it brings a smile to my face to think about it. I think it was the only time I ever heard Lily swear, I distinctly remember her yelling at James for wasting his time on that crap. Of course at that time, it was't Trewlawney but a different teacher…"

Remus and Harry had had many talks that summer, Remus wound up staying at Privet Drive to help protect Harry. It was probably more to do with the fact that Sirius had died than any thing else though. Remus probably realized that Harry would have tried something that summer to end his misery if he hadn't stayed with him. Harry opened up to Remus more than he had anyone else. Harry remembered the deep and pensive discussions.

Suddenly, Harry was ripped from his thoughts by burning hot water pouring over the edge of the cup onto his hand. He had completely tuned out the world as he found himself doing fairly often recently and had let the mug overflow. Harry quickly set down the mug and pulled out his wand. He was about to cast a healing charm on his hand when he remembered Dumbledore's warning.

"If you truly want to disappear Harry, you can not use any magic. The ministry will know where you are, you know that the Minister of Magic has been watching your spell traces since you defeated Tom. They probably think that you will follow the same path as Tom did."

He had said that right before Harry had gone into hiding while waiting for Dumbledore to finish the several month preparation for the spell. It wasn't that Harry had done anything wrong, it was just that he felt the need to get away for a while. The unique opportunity presented by Malfoy's time travel escapade allowed him to go to a place where no one knew him. A chance for him to start a new. Here, in the present Harry had been built up into a myth, an invincible hero that could take anything, take it and turn it against whatever evil was out there. In reality, he was a powerful wizard but he was definitely still human as witnessed by the scars on his back. As well as the ones on his wrists. Remus' suspicions had proven correct but Harry tried not to think about it very much.

Harry once again pulled himself from his thoughts and grabbed an instant coffee bag from the cupboard and sat down with the wizarding paper. He smirked as he looked at the front cover, a large picture of himself underneath a large headline proclaiming HARRY POTTER STILL MISSING.

Of course I am you dipshit, he thought to himself. Today he was going to disappear even further from the world. He was going to become anonymous, today he was going to finally be away from the constant hounding of reporters following the 'Quidditch Player'.  Harry actually was an undercover auror and the position on the English national team gave him a perfect excuse to travel the globe. , . but Harry was leaving it all behind. He didn't like constantly being in the spot light.

Harry took another sip of the coffee and once again glanced around at his small 2 room apartment in muggle London. There were books and such things scattered across the main room from his several month stay. Mainly on Defense against the Dark Arts, but there were also some on Charms and Transfigurations. A grin flickered across his face as he thought of how much he had become like Hermione. But it quickly went away because just like at Hogwarts, Hermione followed Harry, and always and faithfully following Hermione was Ron. A sigh escaped him.

"What did I do. , . I did something wrong, I must have otherwise why. , . why would he. , ." Harry quietly murmured to himself. Once again, Harry yanked himself out of the pot of boiling oil that was his memories. But this time it was with a cold hard laugh. "I really need to get away from this all .,. I cant have these reminders. . ."

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It was rumored that Harry Potter had gone insane, that he had been affected by the evil forces that had exploded when Voldemort died. (Well, I'll leave that up to you, the readers) He was constantly muttering, talking to himself, murmuring names, people that had died during the battles. Well, there probably was some truth to that. These were the thoughts of the red haired Minister Of Magic as he looked over the latest Skeeter articles on the Madman-That-Lived. The Skeeter tradition had been carried on by Rita's son, a man who resented the fact that the Trio had stopped his mother from printing articles ruining a long, 'hard' career dedicated to 'truthful' journalism. So, in actuality, a man blinded by his predjudices, and this man was the one that was currently the Daily Prophet's columnist on Harry Potter. Yes, they had a column dedicated to him.

And this column was avidly read by one Percy Pontifus, the current Minister of Magic. Percy had achieved his goal of breaking free from his 'family restraints' and had gotten into the position of Minister of Magic. Though, now-a-days, no one listened to the ministry, ever since it had betrayed their trust and abused their power, no one took it seriously. Percy was thoroughly 'perturbed' as he said to anyone who would listen. Which was also not very many. Harry had given the ministry such a horrible reputation, of course his life had been ruined in the process, that to work there was a joke.

Thus as Percy (formerly-known-as-a Weasley) Pontifus, looked over the latest intelligence reports on the suspected whereabouts of Harry Potter, he joyfully reminisced in the back of his mind about the plan that was soon to be put into effect. Maybe, I should say not so much in the back of his head as he was soon muttering about them.

"Ah, yes, yes that would be swell, seeing him so so so humiliated! Why, no one would have to know it was us…but then god damn it he had to disappear. We would have, yes, we would have captured…he he he… we would have taken his girl friend… oh yes he would be rather upset…no, distraught, no, EXASPERATED!!!! MWU-HA-HA-HA-cough-cough"

His senseless ramblings ended as his assistant, Weatherby, walked into the room an eyebrow raised and his wand out.

"Are you alright minister?"

"Perfectly fine my boy, perfectly fine."

While Harry Potter might be crazy, we know someone else is.

End of Interlude

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            Harry Potter soon enough found himself standing at the door, his hand paused in mid – air stretched out. Reaching for the handle, wishing, wanting, warranting, another thought for the future. Harry wanted to go and yet at the same time felt the necessity of staying, of being here. He felt the future calling him, but at the same time the past did not want to let him move on. He felt the voices of the past saying that he couldn't leave them. At the same time possibility was telling him he could fix it all. He could change what the past wanted him to remember. Convincing himself this, he quickly yanked open the door and stepped over the threshold into the light. The cloudy and rainy day seemed as bright as high noon in the old west to the eyes of Harry. He turned around and glanced back inside but couldn't see a thing inside his pitch black apartment.

"Funny," he muttered as he started down the road to the train station. "I never had problems seeing in there before."

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Albus Dumbledore sat in his high backed chair rocking contemplatively back and forth. His hands were bridged in front of his nose as he stared down at his desk. His half moon spectacles were resting low on his nose, allowing him to lean back even further while still examining the object on the desk. His chair creaked back and forth, as he waited. He glanced over at the wizarding clock where there were actually very few names considering he was Headmaster of Hogwarts. However, one stood hand out from the rest as Dumbledore had charmed it to glow during the war. The hand was currently on Traveling as the target of the spell was making his way to Hogwarts by slow means. He would have been able to get their much faster but it would have brought the Ministry down on top of his head. Dumbledore glanced down at a letter he had received from one very disgusted owl. The owl had quickly glanced around the room, before bursting out through the window. Or, at least it had tried to. It had forgotten one little detail, Dumbledore had to open the window in order for it to get out. So, instead, it had fallen onto some of the gadgets that occupied so much space in Dumbledore's office. The silver contraption had seemed to sneeze and then had twitched throwing the unconscious owl into a pot of tea on the far side of the room.  The owl was revived from it's self imposed unconsciousness but the heat soaking into it's tail feathers and had burst into the air whereupon Dumbledore waved to window open and the owl had left extremely traumatized.

Dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore,

I am currently writing this letter to you as I have recently come across some intel that one Harry Potter has been using dark magic. We, the ministry unanimously (here Dumbledore had snorted) decided that Harry Potter deserves a life times imprisonment in Azkaban. His blatant disregard for the Ministry has proven that he is not of the trustworthy sort and deserves to be put in his place. We demand any  information that you have on the location and activities of the aforementioned dark wizard. Thank you for your time,

Percival Imberic Maruval Pontifus

Minister Of Magic

In return, Dumbledore had sent off two letters, one was the shortest he had ever written and consisted merely of:

Go teach your mother, no wait, your dead grandmother to milk ducks.

The other was much more lengthy discussing a course of action for the target of one Percival I.M. Pontifus. They had decided that it would be best for him to just disappear for a while. In the meanwhile, Dumbledore would do his best to reform the Government.  Dumbldore was pulled from his musings by an insistent banging on the door which soon opened under the onslaught. Harry Potter burst into the room, mid rant.

            "Was it really necessary to make me take muggle transportation, oh of course it was, no I cant take a broom, as the Ministry is definitely tracking all 20 of my brooms! No way that I could have taken a portkey, NO I had to take a train, a train that was late on getting to the station BY SEVERAL HOURS! And had to stop midcourse to let a BUNCH OF DUCKS EATING COOKIES pass over the tracks….." Here Harry broke off as Dumbledore let out a snort. "What?"

            "Oh, it is just that I sent a letter to our dear friend the minister, about ducks just the other day…"

            "oh…anyways times a wasting, lets get this show on the road."

            "Right, here is the letter you should present to myself in the past. I made sure it was an exact copy to the one I received. You will be taking a special portkey. However, in order to get back, I did a bit of research, you should be able to use your powers, but you will have to figure it out." Dumbledore quickly said. He picked up an old musty shoe that looked like someone had pulled it from the bottom of the lake with a giant fishing hook. He tossed it over to Harry and said " Now without much preamble, Good luck."

            As Harry caught the shoe, a unwanted familiar tug sprang into his navel. However, this time a giant flash of purple light blinded Harry as his feet left the ground.

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A/n: Ok sorry this took me so long, I have had a horrendous month as far as schoolwork goes. I have been receiving a lot of work from my AP classes (for you non Americans, AP means college level courses in high school) and this has been preventing me from updating recently. I know that I promised I would have a new chapter up by the 15 but seeing as my first chapter is so far off schedule I am not going to promise any new chapters until I revise all my previous ones. I will try to revise as quickly as possible but it is being almost completely rewritten except for the story line.