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A/N I hope you've enjoyed my story so far, and sorry for long summer, but there's a lot that has to happen before he goes back to school. Thanks again to my Idea Maker, he's been an inspiration, and has kept me writing relentlessly over these last few weeks. I hope this Chapter reaches everyone's expectations.

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, I'm glad you all like it, and don't worry this isn't going to be Ron hates Harry story. I hope that you guys will continue to read this story and post more reviews. I hope I can get up to 12 before I post my 6th chapter.

Xx Harry Potter and the Unforgettable Destiny xX

Do you ever feel like breaking down, Do you ever feel out of place, like somehow you just don't belong, and no one understands you. Do you ever want to run away, do you lock yourself in your room, with the radio on turned up so loud, that no one hears you screaming. No you don't know what it's like, when nothing feels alright, you don't know what it's like to be like me, to be hurt to feel lost to be left out in the dark, to be kicked when your down and feel like you've been pushed around, to be on the edge of breaking down, when no ones there to save you, no you don't know what it's like, welcome to my life.- Welcome to my life by Simple Plan.

Chapter 5

Xx Welcome to my Life xX

Harry heard a distant voice calling his name; he opened his eyes and turned around to see Ron standing over him, shaking him awake. Harry gave a small smile, "I never thought I'd see the day that you would wake up before me…" Ron punched him lightly in the arm and laughed then he walked back over to his side of the room, and changed out of his pajamas. Harry groggily climbed to his feet, last night's walk to the park had him out till almost dawn, Harry finally came back at Remus' suggestion that he should be in bed before everyone had a heart attack when they didn't find him in it. Harry had made his way back grudgingly and had fallen to sleep once his head hit the pillow. Harry dragged himself out of bed, and put a t-shirt and a pair of jeans on, and then he followed Ron out of the bedroom. Once they made it to the main floor Harry looked around, he was confused. He turned to look at Ron but he wasn't there, Harry swore he was right beside him a minute ago. Looking around he noticed how strange the house seemed without people bustling about. Harry moved forward and made his way into the kitchen. The light was off which was odd, because normally there was always someone in the kitchen. Harry dragged his hand across the wall to find the light switch, once he found it he flicked it on and to his great surprise everyone jumped up in front of him.

"SURPRISE!"

Harry had a quick look around at some of the faces in the room before his face was covered by brown bushy hair. Hermione squeezed Harry to her, as she whispered Happy Birthday in his ear. Harry smiled at her once she finally let go of him, then he clapped Ron on the back as he shook his head. Harry looked up again and saw Remus smiling at him, his tired eyes filled with tears. Harry made his way to him, and gave him a hug. Remus grunted a bit, and then returned his hug in a fatherly embrace. Harry pulled away and looked up at Remus "Thank you…" he whispered. Remus looked down at him confused, "For what?" he asked. Harry shrugged, "For everything, I'm sorry that you have to go through pain knowing me, but I thank you for enduring it, and being there for me…" Harry trailed off as everyone looked at him. He blushed slightly as everyone stared at him in disbelief, but in Mrs. Weasley's case she shook her head with her hands on her hips. "Now Harry, you know that is not true, we love you and we will stand by you through anything, no matter what the outcome may be." She said passionately. Harry looked at her as a tear escaped and slid down his cheek. He walked over to her and pulled her into a hug; she smiled and hugged him back. Finally Mr. Weasley coughed and everyone turned to him.

"Now that everything has been brought to the open, I think we should start Harry's Party now, everyone needs something fun to do." Mr. Weasley suggested. Everyone nodded and Ron came over to Harry and grabbed his arm, he steered him out to the backyard were there were even more people waiting for him. Harry couldn't help but smile, practically everyone he knew from Gryffindor was there. He walked over to Neville and clapped his brave friend on the back, and the too of them went off to chat about the things they remember and learned. Unnoticed in the background, Ron's little sister Ginny watched them, her green eyes on Harry and his profile, he walked around like there was a huge weight on his shoulders, and Ginny sighed as she understood what it was he carried around.

While the party continued well into the night, there was only one person who wasn't happy it was Harry's birthday, because he was the one man, if that was what you could call him, that wanted him dead. Voldemort looked around his mansion; the mansion he retired to once Dumbledore had shown up. Growling because of his frustration Voldemort sent someone to grab him a wizard who wanted to join his ranks. He looked the man up and down and glared menacingly at him, and then he raised his wand and he hissed out a curse, the man screamed as pain racked his body. Voldemort gave a feeble chuckle as he felt a bit better as he watched the man panting on the ground. "Take him back to his cell" He commanded one of his Death Eaters. They quickly obeyed. He sat back and tried to think of a plan to get Harry Potter away from his little friends. He slammed his fist on his chair as his anger and frustration took hold of him.

Harry's hand flew up to his scar as he hissed in pain. Neville looked at him scared, "Harry, are you ok? Do I need to call for help?" Harry shook his head and winced again, his head was pounding from the pain. He finally pulled his hand away and looked around for Remus; he spotted him talking to Tonks. Harry quickly got up and made his way towards his new godfather. Remus looked up at him and smiled, then once he got a good look at his face the smile faded and he grabbed a hold of Harry's shoulder as the moved out of the yard and back into the house. They climbed the stairs till they entered Harry's room. He sat down on his bed as Remus took a seat beside him watching him with deep concern etched in every part of his face. Harry took a deep breath and explained what happened a few minutes ago in the yard when he was talking to Neville. Remus listened through the whole story, his face showing even deeper concern then before. Harry looked up at him, "What do you think we should do?"

Remus sighed, his once handsome face filled with tired lines along his face. He shrugged "There's not much we really can do, all we can do is bring what you've told me to the meeting and hope that Dumbledore knows what to do." Remus supplied, Harry sighed and shook his head, he felt useless, more so then ever. This was his war, not Dumbledore's, not the Order's, it was his, and he had to do it alone. He didn't care how little training he had at that point, all he wanted to do was kill Voldemort and let everyone finally find some peace in there life, while he can get his revenge for the murder of his parents. Harry walked back down to his party, and tried to enjoy as much of it as he could. There was dancing and cake, and lots of goodies and presents. Harry's eyes were so wide when they showed him all the presents. He couldn't believe it; he had never gotten so many presents in his whole life.

It was late by the time they all retired to their beds. They were all drained, almost everybody left a few hours earlier but some people had stayed behind to give Harry some company. They all crashed out in the living room, were there was more room. Harry stayed awake long enough to notice Ron rolling closer to Hermione, Harry gave a small smile and then he drifted into sleep. Harry was use to not having pleasant dreams, let alone no dreams. This day was no different, Harry groaned as the dream progressed further and more vivid.

He was in some old building, he looked over at the wall and saw some intricate carvings and designs running from the top to the bottom, Harry figured that he might be in a Mansion or hotel. He moved through the hallway and passed many doors that seemed uninteresting, but for some reason he stopped. Looking around he noticed that he was in a 2-way intersection; he heard voices coming from both ends. Harry back pedaled to a nearby door, and budged it open. Harry took a few deep breaths as he heard the voices fade away. When Harry looked up he saw that he was in a huge throne like room. It had a huge high backed chair sitting on a platform. There were cushions all over the chair. Harry stepped forward and froze, near the foot of the chair there was a small cushion shaped bed, it was big but not big enough for a man, at first he thought it was for a large dog, but then he noticed the animal inside. It was a bed for a snake, and not just any snake, it was a snake that would love to eat him, Nagini, Voldemort's pet. Harry cursed, and grabbed his wand from the waistband of his jeans. He raised it and took a look around the room, in hopes that Voldemort wasn't here. When Harry drew closer to the chair he heard hissing, looking down the snake was watching him, he strained his ears to see if anyone was coming then he glared down at the snake and hissed back, "Where's your master?" The snake slithered closer to him; he swore he could see a small grin on the snake's face. "He is gone Snake tongue…" The snake hissed at him. Harry sighed in frustration, "Where did he go?" He hissed at the snake again. The snake's grin widened even more, "He is looking for the Boy-Who-Lived…" The snake slithered closer to him, "Mmmm…Nagini is very hungry..." Harry jumped away from her, and moved back to the door. He opened it and he quickly looked back before he ran out the door and shut it behind him. He went to run around the corner when he ran into someone. He fell back into the wall, when he looked up, the blood drained from his face. Voldemort stood in front of him, an evil smile on his face. He leaned toward Harry, his red eyes glowing; Harry winced from the pounding pain in his forehead. Voldemort reached out and grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him towards the door that he had just exited. Harry clamped his mouth shut from the explosive pain that he felt at the contact. Voldemort tossed him near his chair as he sat down, Harry felt weak from the pain, and he fell to his knees.

Voldemort watched him try to climb to his feet, finally after three try's he was able to stand, but he was slightly wobbly. When Harry finally looked at him, his eyes showed hatred and disgust. Voldemort sighed, and let out a small chuckle. "Now Harry, that's no attitude to show your host…" He shook his head. Harry glared at him, and then did the most stupidest thing he had ever done, he spat at Voldemort, it didn't go far, but it gave its message. Voldemort growled low in his throat and stood up, he stormed over to Harry and grabbed him by the front of his shirt and lifted him off the ground. "How dare you show your disrespect of me, I should kill you right now, it would satisfy everyone."

Harry laughed through the pain, of Voldemort's nearness, "Go ahead Voldemort, I'm not scared to die, I've been ready to die for seven years, I'm tired of you hurting everything that I've ever loved. Kill me if you want it so bad." Voldemort dropped Harry out of shock, He never expected the boy to give up so easily. He grabbed his wand and pointed it down at Harry's chest. "Let's end your misery then shall we?" Harry straightened to give him a clearer target. He stared Voldemort down "I dare you…" Voldemort let out a smile before the killing curse formed on his lips…

Harry woke up screaming, the pain in his scar was so strong. Holding his hand over his scar he looked around the room panting from the pain, he noticed everyone's worried faces. Gulping down some air Harry quickly got to his feet and made a hasty retreat out of the living room. He wiped the sweat off his face as he leaned against a wall in the hallway. Harry heard footsteps following him, he turned around and ran up to his room he wasn't ready to explain what had just happened to him to any one.

Hermione followed Harry out of the living room, when she was close to the spot he had stopped, she heard him start running again, and then she heard his footsteps on the stairs, then the slamming of a door. Sighing she stopped at the foot of the stairs, a lone tear sliding unnoticed down her cheek and stopping just above her lip. She wiped it away as she turned around and started making her way back to the living room. Half way there someone grabbed her arm and stopped her, her heart pounded slightly she turned around hoping to see Harry, but it was Ron. Ron looked at her curiously, and she shrugged at him, "He's up in his room, I don't think he wants to talk to anyone." Then she gently pulled away from Ron and walked back into the living room.

Ron watched her leave, and then he glanced to the stairs. Harry what's going on? He thought. He took a step towards the stairs intent on trying to help his best friend, but then he thought about how Harry had been acting lately. Harry didn't want their help, he was trying to pull away from them, again. Ron gritted his teeth and stormed his way toward the stairs. Just as he was about to climb up he felt a hand on his arm. Turning he saw Hermione looking at him; she shook her head and pulled him away. "I think we better leave Harry alone for a bit, he needs to think." Ron sighed and nodded then he followed Hermione back into the living room, her hand on his arm making his face feel hot. He took one last look towards the stairs and then entered the living room, where everyone started asking questions all at once.