Howdie, Everyone!
Thsi is my first time at this type of stuff, and it'd be great if you'd post your comments, even criticism is good... Just don't be mean.
I'll probably post on a regular basis [twice a week, unless school gets in the way] and my fic takes place
AFTER HBP so if you haven't read HBP I advise you to GO READ IT NOW!
Whatcha waiting for?
Here Goes...
Okie Doke, seeing as a chapter list [or what you call it] would be helpful I'mma going to try and build one up below... I'll try and get it done as soon as I can, right now it's a working progress. 
Epilogue
Alternate Epilogue, here @ my LJ.
Whoa, I think I got that all done... If there's any mistakes, you have my sincerest apologies... And I'm not joking. Lmao, anyhoo, enjoy the fic, guys! And thanks for reading!
And now after all that kafuffle, the fic
and extreme Ali-noobness begins... Enjoy!
Chapter One- The Letter Of Surprises
The rain was lashing down on the square houses of Privet Drive. The gardens that were kept so neat were a mess, as the rain fell all day and night. Summer seemed like winter as darkness covered the Privet Drive. Houses would be pitch black if electricity didn’t exist, but the Dursleys nephew had to put up with this, because his uncle Vernon had cut the supply of electricity to Harry’s room so Harry lived in darkness.
Harry’s aunt tried to treat Harry fair, but Vernon disagreed.
Harry was an orphan, forced to live with his last remaining relatives, the Dursleys. But this would be his last year with them, and then he would move to his parents’ old house, Godrics Hollow.
For ten years Harry believed that his parents died in a car crash but on his eleventh birthday the truth about their death was out.
when Harry was a baby an evil wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort visited Godrics hollow hoping to kill the three potters to fulfil a prophecy that was made about him. He killed the parents easily but when he went to kill Harry, a one year old baby, his spell backfired, leaving a connection between him and Harry. The only visible connection was a lightning shaped scar on Harry’s forehead. After this attack, Harry had lived with his mothers sister ever since.
In ten minutes Harry would be turning seventeen, he would be able to move into a house by himself and use magic outside school.
Harry had been in no contact with the wizarding world since his headmaster had been killed almost a month ago, but whilst staring into the darkness of the night he saw four birds flying in his direction.
He quickly opened his window as the birds flew into the room.
Harry recognised one of the birds; it was his best friend’s owl. He untied the note as the owl landed, and then it flew to the other side of the room and started drinking water from Hedwig’s water bowl.
Happy Birthday Harry
How are the muggles treating you? Everyone here is fine, and Bill is not going to be a werewolf.
Fleur and Bill are getting married in two days; we all hope you can make it.
Seeya really soon,
Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
Harry read the letter twice through, he must be leaving soon if he could make it to Fleur and Bills wedding.
I will post more soon...