Back To The Beginning By THE PEVERELL's LAIR

Chapter 1 : Prologue

His life had never been easy, never his own. He was "The Boy Who Lived". That's all anyone ever saw, and he hated the nickname. He never asked for it or the reputation that came with it, some called him a hero others thought him worse than Voldemort himself.

His entire time at Hogwarts was one challenge after another. First The Philosopher's Stone. Then The Chamber of Secrets. Even his friends feared him, but the last straw was The Goblet of Fire. His best friend Ron Weasley, since first year turned on him, that was when Harry started training himself, once he recovered The Potter Grimoires.

He spent every free moment in The Room of Requirement training and reading The Potter Grimoires.

The thing is he wasn't sure if he found The Potter Grimoires, or The Potter Grimoires found him. Either way he knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and he would make good use of them.

Ron was a massive jealous git! Harry thought, shaking his head, Muttering, "My friend!"

Ron saw Harry's abilities grow with leaps and bounds and he was being left behind. Truth is he didn't know how to apply himself either that or he didn't want to.

However, Ron's resentment was slowly getting the better of him, Hermione wasn't much better taking offense to anyone who is better than her at anything and always pointing out " The Rules" and the constant need to follow them.

Harry thought,'she spends all her time in the library with her head in books. Between dealing with Dudley and He Who Must Not Be Named. I know those books leave a lot out of the story.'

"In a street fight there are no rules." Harry muttered to himself remembering the events of his second year, all the insults and jeers from the school, but the deepest cut of all was Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger's betrayal after that event. He had always had his doubts regarding their friendship, but this was the final nail in the coffin.

My Friends... He thought as he ate his morning meat.

Harry realized his Magical Intellect and Powers of Observation had doubled and he had a near eidetic memory as he learnt occlumency at an alarming pace. He could both learn and recall knowledge at a phenomenally fast rate.

Harry was always a very intelligent person. He had keen observation skills and with his ability to soak up knowledge, and with all the training he was doing, he was becoming a force to be reckoned with. Either because of humility or just plain survival he held himself back and dumbed himself down trying not to attract attention to himself.

Finishing his last class of the day , he would run out of the classroom and using a combination of The Cloak of Invisibility and the Marauders Map he found his way to The Room of Requirement.

'God bless Dobby.' he had thought as he entered the room. It was three days after the champions selection that Harry had finally had enough. He needed a place to train. He needed somewhere that is private enough that he can relax a bit and sit down without staring and glaring.

He had thought of the Chamber of Secrets. But he dismissed that idea very quickly. He cannot be seen by anyone entering the chambers. His name is being dragged through the mud as it is. He didn't want to give the others an incentive to come up with crazy theories.

More than that, he didn't want to face Dumbledore again. If he ever came across the old man again, he would strangle him. For a supposed Merlin alternative in the Wizarding world, he has put Harry through enough danger and on his own watch. His odd quirkiness was amusing for sometime but it starts grating your nerves eventually.