Henry James Potter smiled to himself as he sat in his living room with his son, a scene typical of the new life he had built for himself following his rather abrupt departure from the British magical community. Or rather, as he called it in the privacy of his own mind, the escape from the insufferable meddling bastard, with too many titles, known as Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore.

Following a disastrous trip to the Ministry of Magic at the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry, (or rather Henry, which he had found out was his legal name) had uncovered some truth about Dumbledore, that exposed the man for the manipulative, power hungry schemer he was, as opposed to the benevolent grandfather he portrayed.

In short, the man had first vilified an abused child, creating a dark lord to replace his former lover, before then using certain banned spells to manufacture a prophecy, culminating in two murders and another child placed into an abusive situation, a plan that was to eventually manufacture a situation that could lead to Dumbledore once again becoming the hero of the wizarding world, and allowing him to solidify light magic's hold on the population of magical Britain. This, Harry had found, (through extensive research many would have believed him incapable of due to his, less than stellar performance during his school years) would lead to a population of light wizards, who due to their magical orientation, would have been subject to Dumbledore's whims. He was magic's, ill-advised choice of Light Lord.

Nevertheless, Dumbledore was only a man and as such, wasn't blessed with omniscience, the sorting hat was right, he would've have done well in the Slytherin, a fact to which Dumbledore wasn't privy. However, ironically, it was actually due to the actions of the odious Delores Umbridge that he had been able to discover, and break through enchantments, which kept him docile and obedient. A little known fact about a blood quill was that it didn't just inscribe a sentence into the body, but, using blood magic, it also inscribed into the victim's mind. In his case to achieve this it had to break through Dumbledore's enchantments, allowing Harry's true nature to come to the fore.

A small hand touched his arm, breaking through his thoughts of the past. A slight turn of his head showed him the comical sight of his son attempting to climb onto the couch to sit with him, a feat hampered by the fact that the seat of said couch was level with his son's chest.

He pulled the child onto his lap, but not before pretending to throw him onto the opposite armchair.

"Daddy, daddy stop it," the boy said, or rather tried to, the giggles hampered his attempt at speech.

"What do you want brat," he said, standing up holding the child upside down as he made his way through to the kitchen.

"A dragon?" he laughed along with his son, the request for a dragon had been a recurring joke for past week.

"Not going to happen," dumping the boy on the counter he moved towards the fridge, wanting to see if they had enough food for the morning. As it happened, they'd run out of milk. Picking up his son he dropped him gently back on the sofa, prompting a further round of giggles and a smile which broke out on his face.

"hey…hey," He chuckled as he mused the impossible task that was capturing a four-year old's attention. "I'm going to go across the hall and get Uncle Will to come and watch you, Daddy has to go and get some things from the shop okay?" An absent nod was the only indication that he had been heard, shaking his head chuckling, he moved towards the front door of his flat, grabbing a jacket as he did so.

Walking out of the door he moved down the hall and pounded on the door of his best friend's flat. Will was one of the few people he had allowed himself to trust after he left the wizarding world. Abandoned by his parents at a young age, Will had actually been invited to Hogwarts at the same time as he was. Will however had chosen to turn down the offer, preferring to stay in the world he knew. Harry often question if he should have done the same and had concluded that he probably would've if his family hadn't been so awful.

The door swung open, "hey mate you alright?"

"I was just wondering if you could watch the brat, I need to nip out for twenty minutes,"

Will turned around looking into his flat, "Sure… just give me five minutes,"

Harry began to laugh, "Don't tell me …. Have you finally got a girl over?" A glare was given in response and Will shut the door before moving down the hall?

"You know… walking off only mean I'm right," The sound of his door slamming shut was his only reply.

He shook his head, and moved off. He was confused, he never thought about what he left behind, but for the past few days thoughts of the magical world had plagued him and he could.. feel something.

Harry had always been more in tune with magic than most, it was the reason why his instances of accidental magic were more impressive than most. After leaving Hogwarts he'd done research into magic itself, finding out that it, she, was an entity, once worshiped by those who had been granted some of her power. Every once in a while she chose certain children to wield more of her power than most, and she protected them. This, rather than Dumbledore's ridiculous protestations about the power of love, was the reason he had survived the events of October 1981.

Again he shook his head, there was a reason why he'd left that world behind, and dwelling on the past couldn't help him. Still, he couldn't help but feel as though something was about to happen, it felt like the calm before a storm. The moments after a lightning strike, but before the thunder sounded.

Typically, it was raining outside, as was the norm for summer in northern England. He began to move down the street, noticing the flickering street lamps o either side of him.

He began to walk faster, some primal instinct screaming that something was watching him. Stepping into the brightly lit store was a relief, filling his head with thoughts of what he needed, bread, milk and eggs, he wanted to tell himself that he was wrong, nothing was there. But instincts ingrained in a childhood spend dodging fists weren't silenced easily.

The rain had stopped when he left the store, but the feeling of eyes on the back of his neck hadn't. Yes, there were footsteps behind him now. He sped up, turning the corner.

Suddenly, there was hand on his shoulder, and his body was forced up against the wall. He fought back, punching where he could, but the body above him was both bigger and stronger, the tip of a wand was jabbed into his neck.

"Hello Harry," It was the voice of Tom Riddle.

So short though it is, this is the first chapter of the revised story. If anyone has any thoughts on the new style, please tell me. I'm in two minds about continuing it in this style.

I just want to thank the reviewer who begged me not to change the story, your comments made me smile and I promise the plot wil be the same, its just three years is a long time to go without looking at something without starting afresh.

Just a quick question, would people prefer it if I started a new story, rather than changing the chapters on here?