Summary: Harry Potter is twenty-six, he's living in America and although he doesn't know it is about to get the chance of a life time; the chance to fake his own death. It's September the tenth and in one day Harry Potter will be dead, once the ministry understand this they should stop nosing around in things that really aren't any of their business, they should stop accusing him of murder.
Prologue
Harry Potter was twenty-six, and as I think I've mentioned his currant residence was in America. Harry Potter was by no means an ordinary boy; in fact, I'd almost go so far as to say he was very, un-ordinary. Harry Potter, for any of you idiots out there who didn't know, was a wizard, but that in itself was quite un-extraordinary. What made Harry Potter so special was the lighting shaped scar on his forehead, oh, not forgetting that he was a wanted by around about half of earths population. Luckily for him he didn't live with any of the half percent mentioned. Very lucky indeed. I might add here as a nice little place to add things that there was no chance in the universe that he ever would, live in the same room as any of the angry fifty percent that is. No chance what-so-ever. Nup, he may exist in the same room as half of the world, but he would by no means be alive.
What can I tell you? What, I'd like to ask, do you want to hear? If I said to you that this Potter character was a notorious murderer who betrayed his friends and family and due to his actions world domination from the dark side (isn't that just a bit corny?) came perilously close to taking place, would you think that this guy deserved a nice little pin prick in his arm? Or, like any sensible person, would you like to know the full story.
The full story, I'm glad you asked. Well lets see, the full story can be simply put in a few words; the above accusations are shit. Falsely accused, set up, blackmailed, forced to participate, tortured into submission and charged for a crime he did not commit, can be used to describe it more precisely. I'm glad that you're a sensible person.
For those of you who immediately agreed to the first conclusions drawn I'd like to comfort you by telling you that you, sadly enough, are not the only ones. Like you judged our dear Potter so did the half of the world asked to judge. Our dearest Harry is on the run.
Sad I must admit, so very, very, very sad . . . umm, just wondering, do get the sarcasm thing? 'Cose I don't do it that well but any way, that was sarcasm, just in case you didn't catch that, heavy sarcasm. Why, might you be asking, am I being sarcastic, our darling Harry, who was and still is supposed to save the wizarding world, has been accused of crimes he wouldn't even think of commiting in his worse nightmares! Why do I mock him so? 'Cose he was a blithering fool, completely stupid getting caught like that, idiotic!
Ooohh, you think, ooohh! The interesting bit; what happened to cause our lovely symbol of goodness to get accused of the above mentioned? Like I said, he was stupid. Completely and utterly stupid. We can only hope that it was a one off, hope with all of our broken hearts that it will not, for any reason, happen again. Hope my dear readers, hope.
While you sit their hoping I can tell you what our daft savoir did to endue my wrath. A good place to start, I am told so very often, is always at the beginning, well stuff that, me? I'm gonna start somewhere in the middle of seventh year, several hundred pages away from the start of this story, beginnings are always so ditzy.
Well, lets see, our dear Harry is seventeen, he's dating his best friend's younger sister, they've been going out for almost a year now, and the young lad is beginning to think of something more, something you might think, and I'd be inclined to agree with you that involved a rather pretty ring placed on a rather special finger. Our Lord Foolish's first mistake, what is the guy thinking? For gods heavenly sake their in the middle of a war! The person in control of the darks army is out for our Lords blood and all he can think of is . . . well we don't need to know, but I'm proud, or not so proud, to present to you, our Lords very first mistake. Love, my dear readers, is but a tool, and what kind of an idiotic insane person would decide to yell to the whole world he's just invented a lovely way to manipulate him.
You might be thinking, well that's not so bad, just so long as he doesn't broadcast it to the entire demonic world.
Bingo.
Our Lord Lovely's second mistake. Big wedding. Very big wedding. EVERYONE is invited.
I'm sure you're catching on, god knows, only an idiot (such as our wonderful Master Potter) would still be thinking 'ohh, how nice! A lovely big wedding!' that just happens to include his friends, but he stupidly ignores them; his wonderful needs a nice wedding, to get her head off all the trauma of having a war raging. Stupid stupid stupid.
If they hadn't been such great friends our dear Ron and Hermione might have started doubting our Lord, it's a shame they didn't. Now then, you may have noticed the lovely big nice word EVERYONE up there, might you also notice that it's in capitals and screams not to be ignored? Good. Well then, if that's settled I'll continue.
Like I said; EVERYONE is invited and a few extra people turn up. Enter evil red eyed person, bad fashion sense and even worse personality, he just happens to be the gonna-eradicate-you-all-and-take-over-the-world-just-to-know-what-it-feels-like, whoo! Big mouthful! Anyway, this big sick snake lands bang in the middle of the 'I do's' he's late.
No one in the wedding seems to think that, they've all agreed subconsciously or otherwise that he's far too early, maybe he should have just given the day a miss, they really wouldn't have minded. But red-eyes is very insistant, he does want to come oh so much. Even he can't predict how wonderful everything is going to turn out, even he is unable to guess how consequential his actions are going to be. Big fat point for eternal darkness.
Zero, one.
Oooo, COME ON GOOD GUYS COME KICK THIS BAD GITS ARSE! No such luck folks, all our good guys are caught up in a ambush that will most likely result in their deaths. Sorry. Really I am. Well you lot do know who to blame right? Over there . . . see, the one with the black hair? Yep, him.
Zero, two.
Ok, just about now some really smart guy decides that none of this would have happened if a certain green eyed gentleman had not decided to hold this wedding, been so insistent . . . why was he so insistent our little git wonders, then, thinking he's got nothing to lose and at least he'll die honoured, these words spurt from his mouth:
"IT'S POTTERS FAULT! HE'S SET US UP WHEN WE'RE ALL DEFENCELESS AT HIS OWN WEDDING! HE'S WORKING FOR YOU-KNOW-WHO!!" have you ever taken the time to notice that desperate people will do desperate things? Well take the time, maybe one of you could have saved the wizarding worlds smouldering butt.
Not everyone believes the chanters, half have turned on our golden boy and the rest are still steadily fighting the dark black robbed people, and might I add, steadily dieing. Well, our red eyed snake buddy ain't a idiot. Spell is cast. CRUCIO. CRUCIO. CRUCIO. CRUCIO. This I can find sympathy for; pain. Lots of pain. One more spell cast, deadly spell, bad spell, not nice at all. IMPERIO.
Kill his own wife to be, do not kill his own wife to be?
He has no choice, not really, Ginny knows, she, like our dear red -eyes is no idiot, she knows and as soon as, she understands, she forgives him. But it seems that she's the only one. Harry stands up and points his wand, can't move. Fighting it. Fighting it. Fighting it. But the pain, so intense, mind skittering, NO! Fight it!
Too late. Spell gone. Too late. Everyone's seen it. Too late. Green light. Too late. She's gone. It's too late.
Run.
Runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrurunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrurunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun.
They'll catch you.
They'll kill you.
You betrayed them. Run.
And he runs.
Long and hard, but he runs, not because he's guilty, because he's scared, he's sad, he's willing to kill himself, he's . . . he doesn't even know. All he knows is that he has to run. Hard. That's all. Run. She said so, it was her dying wish. Run.
A/N: Long Prologue! Hehe! Or not... really, really weird, but stay with me, it's just a prologue! I promise, next chapter will be NORMAL! Just like me! hehehe! And don't forget, not going on unless I get 6.567 reviews! And that's pittance compared to what I could charge! Ha! Review!
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