AN: Hey guys, this fic will, hopefully, be ongoing for quite a while, and I will try to update twice a month, but I hope to do more. This fic will be a possible trigger as there will be depression, suicide, self harm, alcohol abuse, child abuse, and mentions of rape. Please do not read ahead if you cannot cope with these things, and although it doesn't seem like it, this story will have a happy ending.

Prologue

Harry Potter tapped his pen against the table, ignoring the teacher talking about the Second World War.

Due to the fact Hermione had used a charm to make him have a photographic memory while she taught him all she could, the lessons were useless, but it was okay. He was doing more than moping about.

However, history was boring, and he needed something to do, so he thought he'd start writing a song.

Hermione had found out, by walking into the bathroom while Harry was having a shower, that he was actually an amazing singer, and had suggested that rather than letting his emotions bottle up, he should sing. That way, no one ever had to know.

However, when the war came towards its end, Hermione was hit with a curse that slowly killed her over a period of 12 hours, and she was gone before the final battle ended.

Luckily, they had already sorted a plan, ready for the end. Harry would go off to America and enrol in school, starting a new life for himself. He would go with someone he could trust, and build a place he couldn't associate with bad things. She taught him everything possible while on the run, preparing him for the worst.

Well, that's what Hermione said. She also said to consider trusting adults around him, but that was easier said than done.

Now Harry was living in the States pretty much alone. George had come with him, being the only Weasley left. Fred had died shielding Ginny from the same curse that had hit Hermione, Ginny being hit squarely in the back with a rouge killing curse seconds later.

Molly and Arthur died together, holding each other's hands, back to back with their wands out. Their last words, as they saw the end nearing, were 'I love you', their lives ending less than a second later.

Ron had accidently killed Charlie when he missed his shot, and fell to his death. Ron couldn't carry on fighting knowing he had harmed his own flesh and blood, so he surrendered and let Bellatrix have her way, knowing Hermione was dying anyway. He would meet her there.

They never found Fleur, Percy or Bill's bodies, but they were last seen fighting side by side moments before the quidditch pitch went up in flames.

Although George had come with him, George wasn't whole. He had broken since Fred's death. He tried to hide it, tried to act normal, but he needed Fred, and there was no way to bring Fred back.

Harry was just scared that one day, George would blame him.

AN: How did I do? This is mainly a background chapter, but it will set things up for the rest of the story. Thanks for reading, please review.