All was quit on the benign street of Privet Drive, nothing to insinuate anything unusual. All the occupants of Privet Drive where having a peaceful sleep, that is, all but one Harry James Potter. Harry James Potter was despised by his relatives for his, what they call freakiness. He was lying in his bed with a sheen of perspiration on his face, having a dream, more like a nightmare. There was a two faced head turning into dust rushing towards him, a giant face with a 1000 year old serpent slithering out, Felling of sadness and despair with no happiness, a man cutting of his hand, a knife to his arm, a demonic creature rising from a pitch black cauldron, a flash of green light, a woman and a man falling to the ground motionless, another flash, a younger man lying life-less, then a colossal pain swept through his body. Harry's body jerked and with a primordial, agonizing screech he fell back into his bed, limp, until slowly the irregular rise and fall of his chest ceased, Harry Potter had traveled to the beyond never to be heard of again

A/N: Pleas read the next chapter before you stop reading it may hold a surprise for those of you who decide to stick around. I promise this will not be a complete Harry died, oh no we have to avenge him fic.