And so it begins... to all of my faithful readers, I'd like to extend a most gracious thanks. Without you guys, my crazy ideas wouldn't get out of my crazy head. Thanks for sticking with me when I decided to change paths with my stories. I hope you guys enjoy the first installment of Eternity. Please don't forget to REVIEW my story, I will always take them into consideration

Chapter One: A Death, and a Decision

June 4th, 1997, 5:00 PM

Harry returned to #4 Privet Drive for the seventh time, and it seemed that he was even more pissed off than he was at the funeral. In a matter of hours, his logical world had collapsed before him.

Harry had just returned from the memorial service of the greatest wizard of the age and he really had no idea what to do. There was the horcrux hunt… but he wanted to avoid that as long as he could. With all of the things that had transpired in that short period of time, he wanted to do nothing short of lying down and praying that it was all a dream.

Emerald eyes were lightly closing as Harry heard four loud crashes on his door.

"Boy! You get your ass out here NOW!" his overeating uncle yelled.

Rolling his eyes, Harry got up. I haven't been home long enough to do anything wrong… of course, to them, living was a mistake punishable by constant nagging… possibly death… He trudged to the door and opened it.

"What is it now?" he asked a little ticked off quite frankly.

"Boy, don't take that attitude with me!" he brought his hand back in a threatening motion.

Harry stared him directly in the eyes, almost asking him to strike. Sure enough he saw the back of his coming towards his face. Harry ducked and grabbed his uncle's fat wrist twisting it behind his back in one quick motion. Uncle Vernon screamed in agony.

"If you lay a hand on me, I swear I will kill you…" Harry said darkly. He directed him towards the stairs as he shoved Vernon stumbling down the stairs with a scared look on his face. This put a cocky grin on Harry's face, a grin that hadn't shown on his face for a great while.

He turned around and opened his door heading back towards his bed. Harry fell half-heartedly onto the bed and was lost to thought. A fiery redhead came into his deliberations, but quickly vanished. Harry kept reflecting on the past years events, but after a few hours found his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier. He soon fell asleep and wouldn't wake for quite awhile.

June, 5th, 1997, Noon

Harry awoke with a burst of pain through his scar. He grimaced and tried not to make a sound, not that it would matter to the Dursleys. Harry closed his eyes and felt the pain start to subside. Harry slowly opened his eyes, waiting for his eyes to focus, as if expecting another spasm, but none came. On his desk he saw the picture that he and Hermione had taken in the Hogwarts' Express the previous year. He was standing next to her with his arm draped around her shoulder, as Hermione seemed to be blushing. The sight of her bushy brown hair and chocolate eyes made Harry smile. He didn't know what it was about her, but she always seemed to make him grin.

Harry didn't know if he would ever have an experience like that again, he didn't even know if he was returning to school or not. Of course he had said he wasn't going to… it was his only home and he didn't know where to start otherwise. Harry's eyes never left that picture, and he reacted just fast enough to dodge the parcel that was thrown at his head by an uncharted bird that was now perched next to Hedwig.

Bloody birds… Harry recognized the handwriting on the outside of the parcel as that of one Hermione Granger. He smirked and quickly unwrapped what she had sent him. Harry saw a card lying on top of a box with healthy snacks and other assorted food items. Harry rolled his eyes, always with the healthy crap… he chuckled to himself.

Dear Harry,

How are you feeling? I know you're thinking that this is your entire fault, but you must understand that it isn't. Dumbledore knew what he was doing when he took you into his school seven years ago. On a lighter note, I sent some provisions for you just in case your Uncle decided to not feed you… I hope you're doing well.

Love always,
Hermione Jane Granger

Yea… nothing it my fault… if I weren't alive nobody would be having any problems… Harry took out a chocolate frog from the bottom of the box. At least there is something edible, he thought chuckling. He hungrily shoved it into his mouth before it tried to wriggle out of his grasp. Harry reread the note pausing at the very end. Love always? Everyone who has ever loved me has died trying to protect me… my parents, Sirius, Dumbledore… I don't know why they put so much trust into me… I'm not strong enough to beat Voldemort…

Harry rummaged through the box more thoroughly eating just about all the sweets that had been packed. He doubted he would even touch the nutritional goods, but it was more about the thought.

Harry finally left his room after stashing away the mail from Hermione and headed downstairs to the pristine kitchen of Aunt Petunia. When his skeletal aunt saw him, she seemed to flee in fear. Not that it bothered Harry; it was quite refreshing for him.

Harry looked around and saw a weight set lying on the ground with dust accumulating. He cocked an eyebrow; apparently Dudders hasn't touched those in awhile… I doubt he'll miss them… With that, Harry grabbed the weight set and lugged it up to his room. I have nothing better to do… other than homework… so I might as well be productive…

Harry started a hard workout regiment for the summer, deciding he should probably finish some of his homework as well.

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-Harry's Half Brother