A one shot that came about due to a mature mind thinking what the focal point of a war would truly be like when that war ends.

This is a one-shot based off another fanfic story I read. In that story, Harry never returns to Privet Drive at the end of his first Hogwarts year. As I was reading it, I'd the thought of what would the neighbors believe when he fails to return from his 1st year of secondary schooling. Especially since Vernon and Petunia gave two different stories about which school he'd attend.

After four years of playing Dumbledore's game Harry has finally had enough. This year is going to be different. The game will be played by his rules now.

Just a drabble I thought of while listening to Martina McBride sing her tribute to the fallen children. I was supposed to be working on a different story but this image of a young Harry standing in a graveyard looking at a concrete angel on a headstone wouldn't let me.