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A Ravenclaw Potter.

The beach was crowded with everyone taking advantage of the heatwave in this part of Florida. All around people were sunbathing, soaking up the sun with their suncream splattered bodies to help them absorb the rays of the sun. One of them was a dark-haired boy who was lying on a sun lounger with browning skin, reading a book. He had been visiting the beach for the last few weeks ever since the summer started and he spent much of his time out here ever since he had flown over from Britain.

Harry sipped his water idly before he lifted his eyes, blinking at the number of people around him. He had never liked crowds, but as he watched everyone having a grand time, he decided the next time he came here, then he would go into the sea, but he was having a marvellous time lounging by the sea and soaking up the suns' rays; after spending years in that damn cupboard under the stairs, Harry was enjoying being out in the sun, but as he looked around at the sunbathing, laughing, swimming, playing people around him, many of them were locals while others had come here on holiday, Harry couldn't help but be relieved he was here.

No more Dursleys, but they had been a secondary problem that was submerged further down and down as the years passed.

No more Hogwarts.

No more Ministry of Magic meddling in his affairs, and that meant no more idiotic magical leaders who either tried to control and shape his life for their own benefit.

No more fake friends.

No more Riddle and his Death Eaters threatening his life.

No more life and death adventures.

No more Order of the Phoenix controlling where he went, spying on him and making him feel more and more like a prisoner, which he knew for certain his parents had never wanted him to become a prisoner, regardless of Dumbledore's beliefs.

No more fake godfather only just pretending to care when he had never been interested in him before; if he had then why would he have waited twelve miserable years in Azkaban when any normal person who had an animagus form would have gotten out before the door was closed?

No more Albus Dumbledore meddling in his life.

He was free now, and he could go and do whatever he wanted.

Harry Potter, although he wondered if he should change his name even though nobody in the non-magical world knew anything about him, the more anonymity he got at this point would be a welcome relief for him in the future, especially from anyone who would want to manipulate him, considering his plans for the future. He had planned this little holiday where he would stay in Florida for a few weeks, and then he would begin looking into getting his masteries in order to further prove to everyone else who had bothered him in the past that he wasn't some stupid child who couldn't look after himself.

It all started a year before he was born, during the war with Tom Marvolo Riddle, who went by the name of Lord Voldemort although Harry had never ever referred to Riddle by that pretentious name and called him Riddle out of defiance and contempt. It was no more than the bastard deserved, and Harry grimaced as he thought about how a charlatan insect attending a job interview at a grotty interview with Dumbledore and was told a prophecy about a saviour who would be born on the end of July, who would have the power the Dark Lord didn't know about and would defeat him in a battle. Even now Harry snickered at the thought; there was no way on Earth anyone was going to get him involved in something like that. He wasn't stupid; even if he had studied for years and years, he would never be able to truly and properly match Riddle head-on in a real fight, and the bastard knew it. Riddle had studied magic religiously, practiced it with some of the evilest and cruellest of wizards and witches, and he had learnt the lessons he had received well. On top of that, he wasn't afraid to fight dirty, in fact, it was his trademark.

Anyway, the prophecy was leaked out by a Death Eater with Dumbledore's approval, and they told Riddle. Immediately the bastard began plotting, and Dumbledore followed suit. Dumbledore was a bastard as well, for years he and Riddle had been fighting a war in Britain. Dumbledore was losing badly because he simply refused to let his 'followers' use lethal force against the Death Eaters. They were simply stunned or petrified and then put into prison, and they soon left. Not only was it spitting on the graves of the victims, but the Death Eaters were gaining more and more ground. Riddle's forces were getting stronger and stronger.

Part of the prophecy Harry hated the most was how the only way to solidify the criteria needed for the chosen one was for their parents to have fought against Riddle three times. Harry didn't know the details of what happened to his parents, he just knew they had survived and they had gone into hiding soon after that. They were betrayed by someone whom Dumbledore who had manipulated into doing the job, and his parents were murdered, and once that happened, Harry was sent into his own childhood version of hell.

It would be when he was eight years old that everything would change.