Disclaimer.
well I definitely do not own any of the characters or any ideas from the
great JK Rowling.
Authors notes: please don't be cruel when you review ( please review) im new to this and hopefully il be good at it (especially if my faithful friend helps me, innocent-rogue or allied_insperation as she goes by hint hint) i hope you like it please please review and id appreciate it if you could give me advice and ideas for my story. anyway il stop rambling on so you can get on a read it.
Chapter one Past. In the kitchen of the burrow the boy who lived was sat staring into space, his looks hadn't changed, his hair was the same black mess and his eyes were the same apart from when you looked at them you felt warm and like you could melt his eyes were a beautiful green and he still had his mischievous look about him. Harry was still the same Harry Potter but a few years older he was now about 20 but didn't look it he still looked like a 17 year old boy. He was sitting at the table thinking, thinking about the past,
Does it matter the past? Does the past determine the future? Does it make you who you are? What exactly was the past? What does it mean? Can you change the past?
All these questions were whizzing around Harry's Potter's head, he had been thinking about the past a lot and how it has affected his life.
In the past he had shown bravery against the most powerful dark wizard in magical world and become the boy who lived. He had repeatedly avoided being killed by the dark voldemort lord and his faithful followers the death eaters, tears started to form in the corners of Harry's deep green eyes as he thought of the reason he had survived the first time, He had avoided death when he was just a baby; his mother lily had given her life in order to protect her beloved son. He shook his head to clear the heart wrenching thoughts and started to think of other achievements he had gained in his past. He had shown amazing skill in quidditch and gained an award for his truly fantastic skill and dedication to the sport. In his school days Harry had been seeker for Gryffindor, and became the youngest seeker to play quidditch.
A small smile started to appear on Harry's face as he thought back to his quidditch days, and his adventures in which his best friends had shown great loyalty even though there lives head been in danger. He thought of his friends and smiled to him self. His two best friends were Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, He hadn't seen Hermione for about two years due to the fact she went to live in France with her mother because her mother became ill with cancer and it resulted in her not having time to visit or write and she had forbidden anyone to visit she didn't want anyone's sympathy.
Harry thoughts were interrupted by very kind voice, "Harry. are you ok dear?" Mrs Weasley had walked into the kitchen of the burrow and found Harry staring in to space. "Hmm.. yes im fine thanks Mrs Weasley" Mrs Weasley wasn't listening she was to busy getting breakfast ready for the rest of the house. She was swishing her wand around getting bread out of the bread bin and place them on to a toasting fork then moving them into the fire to toast,
Mrs Weasley had barely aged her hair was still its same red colour and her face was still kind looking and her clothes sense was still the same.
Harry had been invited to live with the weasleys when he left school and Dumbledore had given him his blessing to go live there instead of going back to the Dursleys. When Harry had returned to the Dursleys to ask them if they agreed he could live with the weasleys (one of Dumbledores conditions) they had practically pushed him into the fire place saying goodbye. The Dursleys didn't like Harry very much they liked to be normal and in their eyes Harry was far from it.
Authors notes: please don't be cruel when you review ( please review) im new to this and hopefully il be good at it (especially if my faithful friend helps me, innocent-rogue or allied_insperation as she goes by hint hint) i hope you like it please please review and id appreciate it if you could give me advice and ideas for my story. anyway il stop rambling on so you can get on a read it.
Chapter one Past. In the kitchen of the burrow the boy who lived was sat staring into space, his looks hadn't changed, his hair was the same black mess and his eyes were the same apart from when you looked at them you felt warm and like you could melt his eyes were a beautiful green and he still had his mischievous look about him. Harry was still the same Harry Potter but a few years older he was now about 20 but didn't look it he still looked like a 17 year old boy. He was sitting at the table thinking, thinking about the past,
Does it matter the past? Does the past determine the future? Does it make you who you are? What exactly was the past? What does it mean? Can you change the past?
All these questions were whizzing around Harry's Potter's head, he had been thinking about the past a lot and how it has affected his life.
In the past he had shown bravery against the most powerful dark wizard in magical world and become the boy who lived. He had repeatedly avoided being killed by the dark voldemort lord and his faithful followers the death eaters, tears started to form in the corners of Harry's deep green eyes as he thought of the reason he had survived the first time, He had avoided death when he was just a baby; his mother lily had given her life in order to protect her beloved son. He shook his head to clear the heart wrenching thoughts and started to think of other achievements he had gained in his past. He had shown amazing skill in quidditch and gained an award for his truly fantastic skill and dedication to the sport. In his school days Harry had been seeker for Gryffindor, and became the youngest seeker to play quidditch.
A small smile started to appear on Harry's face as he thought back to his quidditch days, and his adventures in which his best friends had shown great loyalty even though there lives head been in danger. He thought of his friends and smiled to him self. His two best friends were Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, He hadn't seen Hermione for about two years due to the fact she went to live in France with her mother because her mother became ill with cancer and it resulted in her not having time to visit or write and she had forbidden anyone to visit she didn't want anyone's sympathy.
Harry thoughts were interrupted by very kind voice, "Harry. are you ok dear?" Mrs Weasley had walked into the kitchen of the burrow and found Harry staring in to space. "Hmm.. yes im fine thanks Mrs Weasley" Mrs Weasley wasn't listening she was to busy getting breakfast ready for the rest of the house. She was swishing her wand around getting bread out of the bread bin and place them on to a toasting fork then moving them into the fire to toast,
Mrs Weasley had barely aged her hair was still its same red colour and her face was still kind looking and her clothes sense was still the same.
Harry had been invited to live with the weasleys when he left school and Dumbledore had given him his blessing to go live there instead of going back to the Dursleys. When Harry had returned to the Dursleys to ask them if they agreed he could live with the weasleys (one of Dumbledores conditions) they had practically pushed him into the fire place saying goodbye. The Dursleys didn't like Harry very much they liked to be normal and in their eyes Harry was far from it.