Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters. I do own the storyline though.
Well I'm back and I'm sorry to everyone that I've been away for years. I am restarting writing fanfiction. I have no excuses. I'm sorry. I will also be rewriting Gone if anyone cares. I just came up with this because I was bored. Yep.
I should have expected that things wouldn't turn out right with our mission. It was just too complex and we... I should have known that it would all end in pain.
"Harry, are you sure of your decision?" Dumbledore gazed kindly at the broken 17 year old before him. "There is always hope." The boy before him simply shook his head in a negative gesture as he began to step onto the train that had quite suddenly appeared.
Narcissa leant down to the Wizarding Saviour's chest, almost hoping he was still alive. She was rocked to her very core by what she discovered in that single moment.
"Dead my Lord." She allowed a single tear to roll down her cheek at the thought of the massacre that would come. After all without Harry Potter, the Order of the Phoenix was a lost cause and there was no hope for a bright future.
Or so she believed.
"There isn't anything left back there for me but hell. Even if I live, at what price is my life? Potions designed to trick me into a future and a marriage I don't want?" Harry stepped onto the train finally and smiled apologetically at his old mentor. "I'm sorry Professor. I can't do that. I can't be the martyr anymore."
With that the train left and the soul of Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, departed from the world of the living forever.
Narcissa sat silently by the body of Harry Potter as the clearing erupted into chaos around her. Nothing could touch her in that single moment because her and her son's only chance of a safe future was gone. Nothing was left but the dreams of a world that might have been.
Suddenly, a dull thumping reached her heart and she knew by the continuation of their celebrations that none of the others heard it. She knew that she was the only one who realised that Harry Potter had somehow, inexplicably, come back to life.
Dumbledore turned from the departing train to think for a while before he followed Harry. The boy didn't understand what would now occur because of his actions in this half-world. It was truly a shame to the dead 'Leader of the Light' that his plans concerning the Weasley's had been discovered but at the same time, all of this was a benefit for Dumbledore. Now he had a better fish in his net, with his plans still in place moving forward into the future.
Dumbledore smiled and stepped toward the train that appeared. As he stepped onto the train another good thought occurred to him. It was truly lucky that the boy hadn't learnt anything from Miss Granger about this world. If he had, he would know it was possible to go anywhere from here, not just the world of the dead.
Dumbledore vanished with the train, his spirit reappearing in his portrait in the Headmaster's office. He was finally back and from this place could now access any portrait of himself. His plans would continue, and he would make sure that this time, Tom Marvolo Riddle would not escape him.
Narcissa suddenly felt a gaze on her back and turned to see Voldemort smiling at her chillingly. He reached out a hand to her and helped her up from her seat by the previously dead body.
"Welcome to the future Narcissa. Celebrate." And then he whirled her into the crowd, into the celebrations as she clasped hands with her deranged sister. None knew that she wasn't celebrating their cause, but rather that Harry Potter lived and she would live a safe life with her son and a bright future.
Tom Marvolo Riddle opened his eyes for a short instant, taking his older, grotesque form watching the revelry before closing his eyes. Finally he was free.
Talk about confusing. I'm sorry everyone. I hope you can figure it out. It shouldn't be that hard but maybe I overestimate you all. I know Hermione's not really in it yet. But she will be. Mwahahahaha...