Harry sat by on the side of his bed. Why am I doing this? He thought, it's too late now, it's not like you can walk away from Voldemort without a fight. Harry sighed, or a death. He walked over to his desk and looked in despair at the photo of Ginny. The photo had been taken just after he had asked her out in her fifth year, his sixth. They looked extremely happy together. What would she think now? He thought, she'd probably think me a coward, that I gave in under the pressure. Well that's not true. I must find a way… And with that, Harry began to write a letter…

Harry cantered over to his window, where Hedwig was perched and tied the letter to her leg, he whispered in her ear, and she left. Harry felt his spirit lighten and suddenly, a sharp pain. A very sharp pain, just below his heart, in his center, close to his stomach, was a serious pain. He fell to the floor.

Harry awoke with a replenished feeling. Still lying on the floor he reached around for his glasses. Once he found them, he got up and looked around. He was still in his room. He lifted his shirt to find a peculiar marking on his skin, where the pain had come from. (A/N to see it, go tomy page, there will be a link there) It seared in angry pain. Immediately Harry ran down to the library and began searching through the books, 'star… starStar!' He read the page and almost fell to the floor at what it said.

The Star of Falandere

Named after the great wizard Marley Falandere, who discovered the mark just below his ribs in a rather sudden matter. Many people considered him to be insane, due to his claims of odd 'visions' soon after the mark appeared. When examined by the Healers and Medi-witches at St. Mungo's no magical qualities were found to be present.

'Visions?' he thought, 'that's strange, very odd indeed… But if he experienced them, then that means…' He jogged up the stairs to his room, where he laid down on his bed, immediately he found himself in an induced sleep.

He looked around; people were staring at him, like he was a sideshow freak. Then he realized, these were not people… These were death eaters! He spun around and saw Voldemort looking at him, expecting him to do something, he looked in front of himself again, and then looked down, where he saw a figure at his feet, a girl, a red-headed girl. Ginny! What was I doing to her? Why was I doing it, he tried to lift his hand, but it was heavier than he expected, he looked down at it and caught a brief glimpse of himself in his sword. His face was heavily worn, he had scars over both eyes, and his hair was considerably longer. His eyes were, empty.

Harry jolted awake and lay on his bed breathing heavily in his sweat-drenched bed. What was that? Was that… No… It couldn't be…. Would I… Kill… Ginny? He thought to himself, no, of course he wouldn't he loved her, and what were his scars from, they were perfectly made… he was startled by a tap at his window, Hedwig had returned. He rushed to the window and opened it hastily, he grabbed the letter roughly from Hedwig's leg. Hedwig ruffled her feathers indignantly and sat with her back to him in a corner.

Dear Harry,

I am sorry but I cannot tell you how I feel right now, because I don't even know. The whole wizarding world knows where you have gone, what you have done. I do not know if I can ever forgive you for that. I cannot join you in your plot, because I do not understand your way of thinking, and I have no idea what your real motives are, I wish to speak with you, but I cannot do it in writing, as it is too easily intercepted.

Wish to see you soon,

Ginny

He was somewhat surprised, but deep down, he knew she would refuse, right now his plan was too shaky, too undefined, too, unrealistic. Still, he thought, I will go through with it. With that, he trudged down to the library, again, to look at the maps.

After an hour of looking at maps of the world, he found that there was a rather large amount of ocean off the coast of Russia that he could manage to craft an island on. He took out some parchment, and wrote down the co-ordinates, he then took some more parchment and began to write.

Voldemort

I will be taking a leave of approximately two months for study, I wish the ut-most privacy, as it is important that I am left alone.

Harry

Harry beckoned Hedwig, who came slowly, he grabbed her hastily and shoved the letter into a band on her foot. "Take this to Voldemort." She looked back at him in disgust and flew off.

Harry leapt to his feet and apperated to the train station, he then proceeded to the muggle airport, where he purchased tickets to Russia, the flight left in an hour.

Harry looked around the airport and was amused at what he saw, moving sidewalks, and staircases, he was quite glad that as a wizard he could apparate where he wanted to go, however he had never been to Siberia and so, he walked to his airplane port.

Harry got on the plane and sat in his seat, which was abnormally close to this overweight man. When it came time for the food, the man proceeded to attempt to put the table down, which came out of the armrest, most peculiar. However, the table could not get down over his stomach, and Harry could not help himself, he started to laugh hysterically, which didn't do him much good, he had already been pointed out as different, and so laugh at 'nothing' did not help.

He got off in Russia and took a train to its northern most point, where he conjured a ship and made his way out to sea, when he was about 100 miles out from the coast, he began to conjure the island. Everything from weather conditioning to what it was made of, to how big it was, was decided and he forced all of his power into the sea, which seemed to burp loudly and when Harry opened his eyes, there was his island, a large, warm island. He 'built' (and by built I mean conjured) a make-shift shelter where he was to rest until tomorrow.

He awoke the next morning with a horrible crick in his neck, which he fixed quickly and began to conjure his wards, the island was soon protected by every ward known to man, at which time he decided it was time to build the shelters once that was finished, he conjured up some very productive gardens and farms. Alright, Food, Shelter… Water! He conjured some distilleries, which ran by themselves, and decided he was all set. Tomorrow his precautions will be set in place.

The next day Harry apparated to the burrow, which he entered forcefully and apprehended everyone inside, he then brought them back to the island, he took a survey of who he had, he had Ron, Ginny, Mrs. And Mr. Weasley, Fred and George, and Hermione, he then proceeded to go back to Hogwarts and take Luna and Neville, whom he also brought back. Then he Brought Bill from Gringotts and Charlie from Romania, once it was all done, he awoke them all and sat them at the very large dining table. Judging by their angry glares, his plan was not evident, which he did not blame them for getting it, it still confused his sometimes.

"Alright, you have all been brought here against your will for a reason, there is going to be a revolution, and I do NOT want ANY of you hurt, and so, I have brought you all here." And with that, he dissapperated to Voldemort's headquarters.