Prologue

He was finally facing Voldemort for what he hoped to be the last and final time.

And this time – he didn't care if he went down with him.

All Harry wanted to do was relieve his world of the man who wished to bring its downfall and kill all he cared about.

It was worth it to ensure a future - for every one, even if he wasn't in it. Besides and he would see his parents, Sirius, and Dumbledore again. Among the battle raging on the Hogwart's ground Harry and Voldemort stood in the middle of all the commotion their eyes glued to one another's with pure loathsome.

Harry was the only thing that stood in Voldemort's way of a world he would fill with evil and Voldemort was the only thing that stood in the way of Harry having a life without fear for himself and his friends.

Harry took the opportunity when Voldemort's glance wavered and Harry bellowed "AVADA KEDAVERA!" to the black night sky, his wand pointed at a his startled enemy.
Everything seemed to slow around him and the silence presses his ears as the spell flew through the cold air, making contact with its black-cloaked target.

Regulus Black, whom Harry found to be the mysterious R.A.B. in the locket and went into hiding after leaving that very note he found with Dumbledore, decided that because Harry and Voldemort shared a wand core and they could not be used properly on each other that something else would have to do. He had to use Dumbledore's wand.

Harry spent what should have been his seventh and last year at Hogwart's traveling around with Regulus locating and destroying the missing Horcruxes and going through hard and brutal training for this very day.

A bright, white, light pierced the ebony sky so quickly that Harry stepped back, releasing the wand in shock, and fell harshly to the soft ground, eyes shielded.

He cried out as Voldemort's screaming cut through his own ears painfully and Harry wrenched open his eyes just in time to see him replaced with ashes that got swept away by a sudden wind.

Then the light was suddenly gone and Harry dimly saw people's faces around him through the fog now gathering in his mind.

Ginny's, Ron's, and Hermione's startled faces were looking at him. Their breath's caught in their chest, eyes wide and unbelieving. He's gone...Is he dead? He's gone... It kept running through Harry's head over and over again.

Then he felt a sharp thump on his head and he was dazedly aware of someone lifting him up harshly, of people screaming around him.
And then it all faded to black.

Harry awoke in a cold sweat to the dark and dreary stony walls and cold floor of his cell.

After the last battle, after he defeated Voldemort, a panicked and scared Lucius Malfoy knocked Harry out and apparated with him as quickly as he could to the Death Eater's secret head quarters in a secluded forest of the coast of the America's some where.

Lucius was unsure what to do with Harry, as where all the Death Eater's when he awoke a day later to find himself a million miles from home and extremely scared and confused.

And they even contemplated killing him, but they didn't and Harry never knew why. He supposed they were afraid of him.

Sometimes Harry just waited on his cell floor, willing himself to die.
He had been in this hell hole for two years now, and it was much to long for someone to be away from those he loved...much too long.

His days now mostly consisted of sitting, sleeping, thinking, or drawing on the harsh walls with the tiny rocks he found now and then, and eating what little Draco gave him.

Draco had paid his debt to Voldemort and became a loyal Death Eater even though he failed his master with bringing the death of Dumbledore; and even though Harry only had the tiny bars that were placed in the top of the thick wooden door, he could tell by the cruel, sharp, teasing voice that is was Draco handing him his pathetic meals.

Harry almost amounted to nothing anymore. He was skin and bones from lack of food and exercise.

His once sparkling green eyes dulled with all he had been through.
Having the Voldemort – Free world he always wanted and then it being torn away from him with a simple blow to the head.

The only thing that pulled him through his days was the hopes of seeing his best friends again.

To go back to the Burrow and have the feeling of home and self – worth spread through him, but in reality all he had was a smelly straw bed and a cold floor. In his dreams he would travel to the Burrow and find Hermione and Ron the same as he left them and Fred and George's business thriving in Hogsmead.

And Ginny.
Oh God, Ginny.

Harry and her had gotten together his sixth year and even though she was all he ever wanted, he had to let her go.

After Dumbledore's death he knew he had to go and leave her behind no matter what. When he visited the Burrow before he left to find out whom R.A.B was, he had to endure being in the room with her and not being able to touch her hair or kiss her and it was torture for him.

When he left she had run out behind him screaming his name in the twilight and when he turned he saw her tear-streaked face that begged him not to leave, but she just pulled him into a tight hug, grasping his robes as if her world was slipping away, then kissed him hard and long on the mouth.

And then whispered her good byes.

The last time he saw her was when he returned to Hogwart's to stop Voldemort from taking over the school in the wake of Dumbledore's death. He wrote her often, but it was never the same and he could not tell her anything for fear that the owl would be intercepted.

But as he strolled confidently over the lawn to meet his fate, she looked as if someone clubbed her over the head, jaw open and eyes blinking wildly.

Harry didn't realize how long he was physically gone from her life, but as he lay on the grass after Voldemort was reduced to ashes he saw her face and knew it was going to be so different from now on – they could be together.

But now, as he looked out at the small twinkle of stars that met his eyes from the tiny cell window, he realized with a heavy heart that he possibly might never see her beautiful smile or touch her flaming red hair again.

And for the first time in many nights his tears, not physical exhaustion brought him sleep.