From the Ashes
By Moondreams
Notes: This is very loosely based on the book/play of the Scarlet Pimpernel which is a book set in the time of the French Revolution, full of action, adventure, romance, betrayal and a few sword fights all rolled up into one. Hopefully this fic will be just as good.
Chapter 1
There is a tale whispered around the fireplaces of a time much better then in which we live. A time when He-who-must-not-be-named was still in hiding, waiting for his time. His time to strike and get rid of the boy who had caused him such misery, the boy who lived. In that time the world of muggles was depended on computers and electricity. In their arrogance they boasted of their own superiority, living in ignorance of our world of magic. It was during Harry Potter's last year at Hogwarts that the Dark Lord striked even taking Dumbledore, the Headmaster of the magical school, by surprise. Despite the efforts of the school, the enemy soon penetrated its walls, for there were spies at the school who knew of it's weaknesses. ******************************************************************
"Dumbledore has been captured," Professor McGonagall rushed into the Great Hall after transforming herself from her cat shape. She it had been easy for her to dart between different parts of the school undetected. Snape paced back and froth looking ashen and paler then usual.
"He can't possibly be. Dumbledore was the only one. How much longer will the barrier last?" he asked McGonagall. The force field around the doors was the only thing keeping the enemy from attacking the two professors and three dozen students trapped in the dinning hall.
"One more hour," the usually serene professor's voice faulted slightly as she lowered her voice. She glanced towards the frightened students. Some of who were huddled in groups, many crying in pure terror. Minevera did not blame them, for this very well could be the last night of their lives. ***********************************************************************
It was during such a time when Harry Potter stood up against the Dark Lord.
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Harry lifted his wand trying to ignore the cold sweat of fear that ran down his face. Voldermort stood in front of him. "Time to meet your parents, boy," Voldermort smiled at him wickedly as he raised his wand. Terror paralyzed Harry as he stared into the evil eyes of Voldermort like one stares at a snake. He numbly heard the beginning of the curse when Harry yelled, "Expecto Patronum!"
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The Boy Who Lived was defeated. And he disappeared.being forced to flee as had the Dark Lord so long ago.
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"Harry! Harry! Wake up, please don't die," a thin man with long black hair shook the bleeding body of a once recognizable boy.
"Gentle Sirius," Lupin hushed. He then stiffened as he listened for any sounds outside the shrieking shack.
"Is he going to be ok?" Ron asked as he hovered over the two men.
"I'm not sure," Lupin said as he carefully checked each wound.
"Since Pompey isn't here, I'm afraid this will be harder, give me your uniform," Lupin commanded. Ron stripped off his scarlet quiditch robe and Lupin began to tear it apart for bandages. Ron didn't complain but shivered slightly as cold air leaked through the cracks in the walls chilling the naked upper half of his body. Lupin clinched his jaw as he grimly wrapped every wound.
"It was a miracle, Harry's still alive. Voldermort thought him dead I assume. And the others? Hermione? Ginny?" Sirius asked. Ron paled.
"I don't know, we were separated.for all I know they could be.," Ron couldn't finished. Lupin nodded with understanding. Ron took a deep breath and said, "Many escaped though, after Snape and McGonagall fashioned a key port from the Great Hall," And some were dead. But Ron just couldn't say it out loud, not just yet.maybe not ever.
"The line's been drawn in the sand, the Death Eaters are joining Voldermort's forces. Harry must disappear, at least for now," Lupin said as he finished with the last bandage.
"But the Dark Lord has many spies. Harry won't be able to show his face or they will kill him on the spot," Ron argued.
"Then we will change his face," Sirius decided with a nod.
"Polyjucie?" Ron asked.
"How did you.you know, I don't want to know," Lupin said with a shake of his head. Ron gave him a weak grin.
"No, polyjuice is too temporary. We need the humnmorphous potion," Lupin explained. "It'll be difficult," Sirius said seriously.
"I know. What we do here must not go past these doors. Do not tell anyone, not even Hermione. The less people who know, the safer Harry will be," Lupin commanded as Ron nodded with a grim determination.
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Northern Scotland and England fell to the Dark Lord. The electricity that had so long give life to the muggle world was extinguished. 'If we just let him take Scotland, he'll be content,' The Ministry of Magic reasoned and it seemed they were right, for awhile. The Newly crowned King of England had unknowingly married a lady whom had been a Hogwarts Graduate and under her protection lower England was safe, for now. Refugees escaped under the Dark Lord's reign flooding lower England and the country of Ireland, muggles, magical folk and enchanted creatures as well fled from the evil but some could not get through, for doing so was very dangerous and the new boarder between the conquered and free land was heavily patrolled by the Dark Lord's followers.
"Mione," Ron yelled as a brown haired girl stepped of the train. Dark circles ringed her eyes as the tired young woman threw herself into Ron's arms. Not another word was spoken as Hermione simply wept into the shoulder of her boyfriend.
"Ron," a quiet trembling voice called out. Ron looked up to see a pale redhead.
"Ginny, Mum and Dad have been worried," he let go of Hermione and embraced his sister.
*************************************************************** It was during this time that many, in fear of the Dark Lord, hid amongst the muggles some blending in, others not.
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"Virginia Weasley, welcome to the University of London," the office administration grinned at the young woman. "Thank you, Mr. Maxell," she said shaking the man's hand.
The wizardry folk in the north lived in constant fear as did the muggles as well, for many couldn't escape. Many were executed in front of the Dark Lord for his entertainment, especially non pure families, men, women, and children, none escaped.
"Cho, wake up," Oliver Wood's voice woke up the sleeping Asian girl. Cho saw his jaw stiffen in the shadows. Others in the cell were waking up as well as the men in black walked towards them. Cho stood up and absent mindedly tried to brush out her wrinkled wedding gown. It had been torn and dirtied when just hours before she had been walking down the isle to join Oliver. Despite the fact that his tux was in the same state as her dress, to Cho, her husband never looked handsomer.
"I'm afraid," Cho whispered as Oliver held her tight.
"I know but we will meet again in a better place, I love you Cho and I've never been so honored as to have you for my wife," Oliver gingerly brushed a tear from Cho's cheek. He leaned close and kissed her. Two guards tore them apart, one dragged Oliver out first. Cho stifled a cry.
"Do not be afraid, I'll always be with you," he said and with that Oliver lifted his head, refusing to be dragged walked out of the dungeon like he was walking out of a locker room before a quiditch match. Cho took a deep breath and lifted her wedding skirt as she followed the others towards their death.
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And our world waits patiently for a hero to emerge, to rescue our people from the Dark Lord's clutches before we are destroyed!
By Moondreams
Notes: This is very loosely based on the book/play of the Scarlet Pimpernel which is a book set in the time of the French Revolution, full of action, adventure, romance, betrayal and a few sword fights all rolled up into one. Hopefully this fic will be just as good.
Chapter 1
There is a tale whispered around the fireplaces of a time much better then in which we live. A time when He-who-must-not-be-named was still in hiding, waiting for his time. His time to strike and get rid of the boy who had caused him such misery, the boy who lived. In that time the world of muggles was depended on computers and electricity. In their arrogance they boasted of their own superiority, living in ignorance of our world of magic. It was during Harry Potter's last year at Hogwarts that the Dark Lord striked even taking Dumbledore, the Headmaster of the magical school, by surprise. Despite the efforts of the school, the enemy soon penetrated its walls, for there were spies at the school who knew of it's weaknesses. ******************************************************************
"Dumbledore has been captured," Professor McGonagall rushed into the Great Hall after transforming herself from her cat shape. She it had been easy for her to dart between different parts of the school undetected. Snape paced back and froth looking ashen and paler then usual.
"He can't possibly be. Dumbledore was the only one. How much longer will the barrier last?" he asked McGonagall. The force field around the doors was the only thing keeping the enemy from attacking the two professors and three dozen students trapped in the dinning hall.
"One more hour," the usually serene professor's voice faulted slightly as she lowered her voice. She glanced towards the frightened students. Some of who were huddled in groups, many crying in pure terror. Minevera did not blame them, for this very well could be the last night of their lives. ***********************************************************************
It was during such a time when Harry Potter stood up against the Dark Lord.
*********************************************************************
Harry lifted his wand trying to ignore the cold sweat of fear that ran down his face. Voldermort stood in front of him. "Time to meet your parents, boy," Voldermort smiled at him wickedly as he raised his wand. Terror paralyzed Harry as he stared into the evil eyes of Voldermort like one stares at a snake. He numbly heard the beginning of the curse when Harry yelled, "Expecto Patronum!"
******************************************************************
The Boy Who Lived was defeated. And he disappeared.being forced to flee as had the Dark Lord so long ago.
***************************************************************
"Harry! Harry! Wake up, please don't die," a thin man with long black hair shook the bleeding body of a once recognizable boy.
"Gentle Sirius," Lupin hushed. He then stiffened as he listened for any sounds outside the shrieking shack.
"Is he going to be ok?" Ron asked as he hovered over the two men.
"I'm not sure," Lupin said as he carefully checked each wound.
"Since Pompey isn't here, I'm afraid this will be harder, give me your uniform," Lupin commanded. Ron stripped off his scarlet quiditch robe and Lupin began to tear it apart for bandages. Ron didn't complain but shivered slightly as cold air leaked through the cracks in the walls chilling the naked upper half of his body. Lupin clinched his jaw as he grimly wrapped every wound.
"It was a miracle, Harry's still alive. Voldermort thought him dead I assume. And the others? Hermione? Ginny?" Sirius asked. Ron paled.
"I don't know, we were separated.for all I know they could be.," Ron couldn't finished. Lupin nodded with understanding. Ron took a deep breath and said, "Many escaped though, after Snape and McGonagall fashioned a key port from the Great Hall," And some were dead. But Ron just couldn't say it out loud, not just yet.maybe not ever.
"The line's been drawn in the sand, the Death Eaters are joining Voldermort's forces. Harry must disappear, at least for now," Lupin said as he finished with the last bandage.
"But the Dark Lord has many spies. Harry won't be able to show his face or they will kill him on the spot," Ron argued.
"Then we will change his face," Sirius decided with a nod.
"Polyjucie?" Ron asked.
"How did you.you know, I don't want to know," Lupin said with a shake of his head. Ron gave him a weak grin.
"No, polyjuice is too temporary. We need the humnmorphous potion," Lupin explained. "It'll be difficult," Sirius said seriously.
"I know. What we do here must not go past these doors. Do not tell anyone, not even Hermione. The less people who know, the safer Harry will be," Lupin commanded as Ron nodded with a grim determination.
**********************************************************************
Northern Scotland and England fell to the Dark Lord. The electricity that had so long give life to the muggle world was extinguished. 'If we just let him take Scotland, he'll be content,' The Ministry of Magic reasoned and it seemed they were right, for awhile. The Newly crowned King of England had unknowingly married a lady whom had been a Hogwarts Graduate and under her protection lower England was safe, for now. Refugees escaped under the Dark Lord's reign flooding lower England and the country of Ireland, muggles, magical folk and enchanted creatures as well fled from the evil but some could not get through, for doing so was very dangerous and the new boarder between the conquered and free land was heavily patrolled by the Dark Lord's followers.
"Mione," Ron yelled as a brown haired girl stepped of the train. Dark circles ringed her eyes as the tired young woman threw herself into Ron's arms. Not another word was spoken as Hermione simply wept into the shoulder of her boyfriend.
"Ron," a quiet trembling voice called out. Ron looked up to see a pale redhead.
"Ginny, Mum and Dad have been worried," he let go of Hermione and embraced his sister.
*************************************************************** It was during this time that many, in fear of the Dark Lord, hid amongst the muggles some blending in, others not.
**************************************************************
"Virginia Weasley, welcome to the University of London," the office administration grinned at the young woman. "Thank you, Mr. Maxell," she said shaking the man's hand.
The wizardry folk in the north lived in constant fear as did the muggles as well, for many couldn't escape. Many were executed in front of the Dark Lord for his entertainment, especially non pure families, men, women, and children, none escaped.
"Cho, wake up," Oliver Wood's voice woke up the sleeping Asian girl. Cho saw his jaw stiffen in the shadows. Others in the cell were waking up as well as the men in black walked towards them. Cho stood up and absent mindedly tried to brush out her wrinkled wedding gown. It had been torn and dirtied when just hours before she had been walking down the isle to join Oliver. Despite the fact that his tux was in the same state as her dress, to Cho, her husband never looked handsomer.
"I'm afraid," Cho whispered as Oliver held her tight.
"I know but we will meet again in a better place, I love you Cho and I've never been so honored as to have you for my wife," Oliver gingerly brushed a tear from Cho's cheek. He leaned close and kissed her. Two guards tore them apart, one dragged Oliver out first. Cho stifled a cry.
"Do not be afraid, I'll always be with you," he said and with that Oliver lifted his head, refusing to be dragged walked out of the dungeon like he was walking out of a locker room before a quiditch match. Cho took a deep breath and lifted her wedding skirt as she followed the others towards their death.
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And our world waits patiently for a hero to emerge, to rescue our people from the Dark Lord's clutches before we are destroyed!