BEARINGS
Prologue
Harry was, quite simply, very, very disorientated.
The last thing that was embedded in his memory was a flash of green light, eerily similar to that of his childhood nightmares. Of course, now he knew the real reason.
He had walked into the forest, that much was certain. He had let Voldemort shoot the killing curse at him - that had to be the bright, livid green light.
As to where he was now, Harry had absolutely no idea.
He tried to sit up. Whatever he was lying on, was most certainly not the forest anymore. It was more reminiscent of the flooring of the halls of Hogwarts, the flooring of the Great Hall … no.
That was where the bodies were. Where Lupin, Tonks, Fred, Colin … where so many rested, eternally. Harry would not think of that. Could not think of that. He was in some sort of unknown, and frankly terrifying location, and he could not afford to cry, could not afford to mourn, however much he wanted to at this moment in time -
'OUCH!' Harry shouted, lifting his hand to rub the top of his gingerly. His head had collided with some sort of stone, and reaching his other hand up vertically to feel it, he suddenly realised that it was the same sort of material that he was currently lying on.
That … was not right.
Harry felt to the sides of him.
There it was again, the same smooth, stone like substance, that seemed to be encasing him. He only had to reach his arms out slightly, so get to the sides, there was barely enough room to move in this little place. It reminded Harry strangely of his cupboard.
A stick of smooth wood was sticking into his side. Harry's hands scrabbled up to find it, locate it near his chest, his elbow bending awkwardly over his chest to try and get to the annoying piece of wood. Eventually, his hands touched the familiar wood, and Harry gasped.
His wand.
It was broken, was it not? Snapped by Hermione's stray curse, in Godric's Hollow. It was not supposed to be completely mended, completely whole.
But, against all of the odds, against everything, the warm feeling surged up his right arm, and Harry could see brief glimmers of that place in which he awkwardly lay, from the shower of sparks that erupted out of the end of his wand, red and gold, just like the way it did when he was eleven, and with Hagrid, so long ago.
His joy faded as suddenly as the sparks.
He was in a tomb. Like Dumbledore's. Why? He was certainly not dead - perhaps this was some foul trick of Voldemort's?
Either way, Harry could both feel and hear his breath becoming ragged, and he could feel his chest tighten rapidly, in that all too familiar sensation of drowning - but not in water this time, but in air.
Harry fumbled with his wand. His arms felt sluggish, his whole body felt as if it had not been used in several years, but that was probably just the after effects of the battle - the battle that was still waging outside of this tomb that Harry had somehow ended up in.
He had chosen to go back. He wanted to go back. He had to defeat Voldemort, he had to. Harry could not, would not allow any more suffering to continue. He was doing it not for himself, but for those who had died for the noble cause of defeating Voldemort. For the last near three decades, Voldemort had lurked around every corner, whether he be in power or not, biding his time, waiting. Harry would not allow him to continue killing.
The only reason he had returned from the warm, white solace that had been so pleasant, so nice, was to avenge the dead. To save the living from the very same fate.
For his parents.
For Sirius.
For Lupin.
For Tonks.
For Colin.
For Dobby.
For Fred.
For Ron.
For Hermione.
For Ginny.
And with that, Harry somehow found the strength, in the depths of his exhausted body, to raise his wand as much as he was able, to aim it at the very solid stone above him, forebodingly lingering, menacing almost, and shout, at the very top of his lungs, to force all of his remaining power into that spell.
'REDUCTO!'
And the stone erupted above Harry's now unconscious form.
*Bangs head repeatedly against keyboard* why another story, why?
- Spellmugwump97
