A/N: My name is Brooke and I am co-writing this ff with my friend Payton. This is my first ff on this website. Please R&R!!! So...I guess I'll post chapter one.

Disclaimer: No matter how badly I wish I had come up with all of this...I didn't...I know that this must come as a great shock to you. All credit goes to J.K. herself!

Chapter One- Looking Back

Dusk was approaching on a hot, dry day in mid-July, and a teenage boy nearing sixteen sat on the front steps of Number 4 Privet Drive. His head in his hands, tears leaked out of his startling emerald green eyes, staining his face, as they had done so often lately. To the normal passerby, he would just be a teenager sitting on his front steps, but he was much more than an ordinary teenager. He was a wizard, an extraordinary wizard.

Tall and skinny, he had jet black, untidy hair, and glasses. The most interesting thing about his appearance was the lightning bolt-shaped scar in the middle of his forehead. This scar was not a normal scar, but it was a scar left when Lord Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard of the time, tried to kill him with the killing curse. But the curse had rebounded upon him and left him nearly powerless, while all Harry was left with was the scar on his forehead. This happened when he was but a year old. Harry was and still is the only person to ever survive the killing curse, which makes him famous. Everyone in the wizarding world knows who he is. Voldemort killed both of his parents the same night he got the scar. He has suffered many losses in his life. Not only has he lost his parents, but the closest thing to a parent he has had since, his godfather, Sirius Black, who was killed about a month ago. This is the reason that the tears streamed so freely down his thin face at the time.

Voldemort disappeared for ten years after the night that changed Harry's whole life. Harry went to live with his only relatives, the Dursleys, who were muggles, or no-magical people, that hated everything about him. He was confined to living in a cupboard under the stairs for ten years before receiving a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, telling him he was a wizard, which the Dursleys had struggled to keep from him his whole life. He has attended Hogwarts every year since.

In Harry's first year at Hogwarts he saved the Sorcerer's Stone from Voldemort and escaped from him for the second time. In his second year he faced Voldemort again and splayed his basalisk, escaping for the third time. In his third year, he met his godfather, who was thought to be a murderer after Harry, though this was not true. In his fourth year he was in a tournament at the school called the Triwizard Tournament and ended up facing Voldemort again, but this time was different. Voldemort returned back to his full power at the end of that year. Harry narrowly escaped death and had to experience the death of a fellow schoolmate, also competing in the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric Diggory, who was killed by Voldemort the same night he returned. In Harry's fifth year he faced Voldemort for the fifth time, once again narrowly escaping death. The same night he escaped him Sirius was killed. Harry also learned about a prophecy said about him and Voldemort that said that one of them would have to kill the other in the end. This night was only about a month ago, the night that changed it all. Harry was going to have to be the murdered or the murderer. Which was it going to be?