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Summary: WiP. AU Multi Xover. After being screwed over by wizarding society, Harry leaves to make it in the world on his own. Of course, Harry being Fate's whipping boy, things don't go to plan. First part in a new series.

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BobtheBlueFR1549,78812310,49425 Dec 065 Jan 07No

Chapter One

A/N: Ok, so this is my first attempt at a series. This first part is going to employ a couple of over used ideas. Well, these will be my versions of them. I was going to write this as one long chapter, but then decided to break it up. Hopefully I’ll have the complete first part all finished soon. Well, here it is:

Ps: I don’t own anything. Wish I did.


Chapter 1

Harry ran across the graveyard. He reached Cedric’s body and quickly cast the summoning spell. The portkey flew into his hands. Instantly, he was headed back to Hogwarts. Unfortunately, the pressure of everything hit him. He arrived back at school unconscious.

He woke up in a dark room. There were lights in the distance. His eyes took a moment to focus, when they did, he realized he wasn’t alone in the room. Above him, the Minister of Magic was sitting among other robed wizards. They all looked old and officious. Harry was strapped into a chair with chains.

“What’s going on?” Harry thought to himself.

“Harry James Potter, you are charged with the murder of Cedric Diggory. How do you plead?” came the voice of Cornelius Fudge. Harry tried to respond, but no noise came out of his mouth. Fudge smirked at him. “Nothing to say, huh? We’ll have to take that into account.”

Harry sat there, unable to say anything as the Ministry of Magic proceeded to make him out as a murderer. They had his friends take the stand, and explain how temperamental Harry had been over the last year. Ron’s testimony was very damaging. Dumbledore didn’t help either. Harry could just see the disappointment in the old man’s eyes. Remus Lupin was even called, as the only former defense teacher they could find. Alaster Moody had disappeared.

Needless to say, Harry was pretty screwed. After all was said and done, he was sentenced to Azkaban, for life. And as much as that was a kick to the coin purse, it was the fact that no one believed him innocent. He thought his friends would have backed him. But no. Or how about those he thought of as Uncles? Remus and Sirius? Nope, them neither. Harry knew how Sirius felt when Remus told him as he left the courtroom “Padfoot and I are deeply disappointed in you. We’re sure that your parents are spinning in their graves.” It was this comment that finally broke Harry. He started crying as he was drug away.

Sirius once told Harry that the only reason he kept what sanity he had in Azkaban was because he knew that he was innocent. That same thought kept Harry sane as well. Sure, when he first arrived things sucked more then they had ever sucked before. And considering his years with the Dursleys, that really said something.

Harry spent his time just sitting in his cell. The Dementors would pass by once a day and feed off him. But after awhile, Harry started building an immunity towards that through pure will power. He knew that he was innocent, and that one day, he would get out. It then became a question of what he would do when he got out? He knew that Voldemort was back, and planning his evilness. Harry got a front row seat to it every so often through visions the snakey bastard sent him. After a couple months of this, Harry decided he really didn’t need to see any of that, and went about finding a way to block the bastard out.

It was on the one year anniversary of being imprisoned that Harry figured out how to block old Tom from his mind. Harry did a happy dance that day that his jailers didn’t like too much. The visions weren’t all bad though, they did give Harry a little bit of info on what was going on outside of his cell. He knew that Voldemort was keeping way under the radar. The Ministry had no idea he was back. No one even tried to listen to Harry after the third task. They stupidly just threw him away to rot in prison.

It was realizing the ignorance and stupidity of Wizarding society that made Harry decide he wanted nothing to do with it. If and when he got out, he was leaving. Where to though? For someone who most thought had no real future, it was the future that was on his mind the most.


It was on Harry’s seventeenth birthday that things changed. Most would consider it the day the shit really hit the fan. Well, at least most muggleborns, as purebloods had no idea what a fan was.

Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort had decided that he had built his strength up enough. He was going to attack the Ministry of Magic outright, and on the birthday of his greatest enemy. He had been hiding long enough, it was time that the world knew he had returned, stronger then ever.

The attack started shortly after midnight. There were very few people at the Ministry at that time of night. Those that were there all died. The building was burned to the ground. And if you thought that everyone just stood by and let it happened, you’d be wrong. Aurors showed up an hour after the Death Eaters had first arrived. They were too late to save the Ministry building, but there was a battle none the less.

While his minions tore apart the Ministry, Tom Riddle made his way to the Department of Mysteries. There was something there that concerned him. He had certain, somewhat intelligent Death Eaters make sure to save anything of any value before they raised the place to the ground. He himself had to get something from the Department of Mysteries, The Prophecy that told of how he would be defeated.

Lord Voldemort exited the Ministry to a heavy battle between the forces of good and the forces of evil. He was laughing the whole time. Not at what was happening around him, but at the irony of his own actions. He had taken care of the only person able to kill him over two years ago without even realizing it. Oh sure, the Potter brat had always been on his shit list. And setting him up like that had been some pretty sneaky thinking on his part. But to have eliminated the only person who could kill him like that, and use his enemies to do it? It was just something you had to laugh at.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore stood before the laughing Dark Lord. He had shown up to lend a hand. He thought that the whole thing was a joke or something. He had no clue that the Tom was back. He always thought he would come back some day, but the elderly headmaster was caught with his pants down so to speak. And that didn’t happen often.

“Tom, I’m a bit surprised to see you back.” Said Dumbledore.

“I don’t see why you should be. It was your own golden boy who attended my rebirth two years ago.” Recognition lit in the eyes of the elder wizard. “Ah, I see the wheels in your head spinning. I wonder if you also happen to realize how much trouble you really are in? I found this while in the Ministry earlier.” Voldemort held up the prophecy.

“You can’t win Tom. We will stop you again.” Riddle laughed at this.

“You didn’t stop me last time. Last time it was a fluke. Or destiny, how ever you look at it. But this time, no one can stop me. You saw to that yourself. Potter is rotting away in Azkaban, all because you were too foolish. I’m the one who killed the kid, not Potter. Instead of listening to his words of warning, what do you do? You lock him away. Oh, I do thank you Dumbledore. With the only witness to my rebirth locked up and thought of as a murderer, I had the time to build myself up stronger then ever. Thank you.” Lord Voldemort just grinned evily at the old man.

Dumbledore was shocked to say the least. He had reassured a lot of people to Harry’s guilt. There may have been a small speck of doubt in the back of his mind, but he thought he was doing the right thing. He knew of the prophecy, and that someday Riddle would return. Dumbledore also knew that the only person who’d be able to defeat him was Harry Potter. So when it appeared that Harry himself had become evil, he had to get rid of him. The prophecy had to be wrong. But here was Voldemort, telling him that Harry had been innocent the whole time, and that he had helped let the evil lord bide his time. No one even had any clue that he was back. There was the occasional disappearance, but those happened all the time anyway.

Voldemort knew he had hurt the old man without even having to raise his wand. “Come, it is time we left.” And with that, the Dark Lord and all of his followers apparated and/or portkeyed away. They left behind a ruined Ministry, and many dead bodies. It was not a good day for the Wizarding world.

Albus Dumbledore just stood there for a moment in deep thought. He had to plan out his stategy, and fast. He thought he had a long time before Riddle came back. This was not good, not good at all. His thoughts were interrupted as Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge spoke to him.

“What are we going to do Dumbledore? Its almost impossible to believe that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned. How did this happen?”

“Apparently two years ago at the end of the Triwizard Tournement.”

“What?” the minister said, shocked. “You mean when the Potter kid killed the Diggory boy?”

“Aparently that’s not what happened. It seems that it was that night that Voldemort came back.”

“How do you know this?”

“He said so himself just a few moments ago, before he left.”

“This is not good. How come Potter didn’t tell us? He should have warned us dammit!”

“If you remember back, he wasn’t allowed to say anything. I believe it was you yourself that placed a silencing spell on him.” The Minister blushed at this. “There’s something else that happened tonight that worries me even more then learning of his returne.”

“And what’s that?”

“He found the prophecy.”

“What prophecy?”

“I had wished that no one found out about this, but many years ago, there was a true prophecy made. And it said that the only person who would be able to defeat You-Know-Who would be Harry Potter.” The minister’s eyes widened at this.

“But Potter’s in Azkaban. He’s been there over two years now. He’s in no shape to do anything.”

“I believe then Cornelius, that our first actions should be to release Mr. Potter from Azkaban. He needs to be returned to Hogwarts where he can recover and start training for what he has to do.”

“What about the Ministry?”

“Call together those of the Ministry who are still alive. It is the summer, so Hogwarts is empty. You may use that as a temporary location for the ministry. I just ask that you pass a law that states the Mr. Potter has to finish out his education. I have a feeling that he may not be too happy with us when he gets out.”

“Why shouldn’t he be? We are releasing him after all. He should be so gratefull that he kisses my feet.” Dumbledore just sighed at the minister.

“You fail to see the point. We locked him away after a joke of a trial, and it turns out not only is he innocent, but we need him. That’s why you need to pass that law. It’s the only way we can keep him here. I would hate to see him run off to one of the other magical schools.”

“Of course. Well, we had better get to work. After tonight, the Wizarding world will never be the same again.”

“Truer words you have never spoken.” And with that, they parted ways.


When Albus Dumbledore arrived to ‘rescue’ Harry from Azkaban, he had expected to find Harry in a messed up way. He wasn’t expecting to find what he did. Harry had become what some would call ‘prison buff’. After all, all he really could do in his cell was work out and meditate. It had been over two years of constantly working out. The Boy Who Lived looked pretty good. The female Auror accompanying Dumbledore was almost drooling.

“Hello Albus. Long time no see. My trial I believe.” Said Harry in a monotone. He had a sense like he was expecting the elder wizard, and he really didn’t care.

“Hello Harry. I believe you’re right. Slightly more then two years by my count.”

“Mine too. I assume you’re here because you finally got your head out of your ass? Or did Riddle finally make himself known? My money’s on the second one.”

“Unfortunately, you are correct. Lord Voldemort attacked the Ministry of Magic last night. He burned it to the ground. The Wizarding world is in chaos.”

“Sounds about right. He gloat over me being in here? I imagine he did. The prick.”

“He did. We now know that you were innocent. You are to be released into my custody. I’m taking you back to Hogwarts to be trained.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“I’m afraid you really don’t have much of a choice. The Minister passed a law mandating that you do so.”

“You should know better then that Albus. I always have a choice.”

“If you say so Harry. Well, shall we? We have a long ways to go.”

“And a short time to get there?” Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at Harry’s question. “Sorry. Muggle reference. My sense of humor isn’t the same as it was when I came in here.” And with that, the two of them left the prison of Azkaban.


Albus and Harry Flooed to the Headmaster’s office. Albus walked over to his desk and pulled out a long thing box. Inside the box was Harry’s old wand.

“I believe this is yours.” Albus handed over the wand to Harry. Harry held it for a moment, running his hand over it. “Now, we have a lot of work to do. Tom has caught us with our pants down.”

“Yes, getting caught with your pants down is never a good thing, is it Albus?”

“No, its not.”

With a surprising speed Harry pointed his wand at Albus and said “Stupify!” Dumbledore never saw it coming. The spell hit.

Harry pocketed his wand and walked back over to the fireplace. He threw in a pinch of Floo Powder. He stepped into the fire and yelled “Gringotts”


Harry shot out of the fireplace in the Gringotts lobby. He picked himself up and walked over to the nearest teller.

“May I speak with whomever is in charge of my account please?” the goblin raised an eyebrow.

“One moment.” He left, then returned a moment later with an older looking goblin.

“Mr. Potter, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Ripass. It has been my duty for the past hundred years to look over your family’s accounts. What can I do for you today?”

“Nice to meet you Ripass. As I’m sure you’re aware, I’ve just spent the last two years in Azkaban.”

“We are aware. You have my sympathies regarding that.”

“Thank you. But I’m not here to make you feel uncomfortable talking about feelings. I’m here regarding my finances, something I’m sure you’d rather talk about.” The old goblin let out an odd sounding laugh.

“That I would. Now, what do you have on your mind?”

“I’ve decided I’m going to leave the wizarding world. Now, I know I could just cash out all my gold for muggle money and leave. But I think that would dick you goblins, and as you’ve never done anything to me, I don’t think I’ll do that.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“If you want to see it that way. I see it as keeping friends happy. Anyway, I have an idea of where I want to go, and I was wondering if it would be possible to access my accounts from there?”

“That depends, where do you wish to move to?”

Harry grinned at the goblin with his most evil grin. Normally, it’d be the other way around.


Albus Dumbledore knew that Harry was in Diagon Alley. He had been able to track the boy there. He just wasn’t sure where. He spotted a crowd gathered around the bank. He approached, and saw his prey standing up on the top of the steps.

Harry stood before the crowd of witches and wizards. He had their attention. “Hello everyone. I thought I would make a quick announcement. I, Harry James Potter, do give up my rights within the Wizarding world. I forsake the wizarding government, and intend to live out my days in the muggle world.” Harry pulled out his wand, and snapped it in half. He disappeared the very second his wand snapped.

The audience was shocked. Their hero had left them. He wasn’t going to save them now. There was a Dark Lord whom it was his job to defeat. How dare he? They all started talking among themselves, some scared, some angry. Needless to say, the whole wizarding world would soon know that they no long had Harry Potter to look to as their savior.

Dumbledore practically shit himself. Both out of anger and fear. He knew that Harry was the only one who could defeat Tom. On the other hand, how dare that brat do this? He was supposed to be his golden boy. Sure, he had spent some time in Azkaban. Boo hoo.

Albus sighed to himself. He really shouldn’t have been so surprised. Harry always was such a tempermental boy. He just now had to let him cool off, find him, and tell him it was his duty to take care of Voldemort. Luckily, when it came to conducting magical searches, Albus was one of the best. There was almost no where the boy could go where he couldn’t find.


Harry stepped off the bus. He was now in the one place in the whole world he knew that wizards couldn’t find him. He knew Dumbles would be looking for him. Let him. Harry just wanted to live out his life his own way.

Harry picked up his bag, adjusting it because of the weapons he had in it. Before he left Gringotts, he had done three things, transferred some muggle money into a ‘normal’ bank account, set up a way to get to his family vault if need be (even though his oath had forsaken the Wizarding world, that didn’t include Gringotts), and gathered up all the magical weapons he thought would be useful.

He saw a sign that made him smile. It read “Welcome to Sunnydale”
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