Hey everyone,

This is a rewrite of Seeing the Future. That story was absolutely horrible and deserved its rightful place in my recycling bin. I'm sorry to all readers who read that story and find it no longer here. Instead here is: Hope for a Better World in which Harry and his love (also Sirius' daughter), Addie are tired of living in their world after the war. They travel to an alternate dimension in which James, Lily, Sirius, Aydan (Sirius' wife), and Remus are all alive and healthy but saddened by the 18th anniversary of their children's death. Sorry its taken so long to update. School is crazy. Thanks for at least opening this story and reading this much! I hope you enjoy it. Thank you so much to all the people who reviewed and stayed with Seeing the Future. Special thanks to all those who reviewed my final chapter and even read the authors note. I hope I haven't let you down too much.

-VicKami

He stood in the hospital room at the end of an unoccupied bed, the white walls pressing in on him. His heart hammered against his chest and sounded in his head. He could feel the slamming beat throughout his body. Everything was silent, nothing touched him, he felt nothing, no emotion; his head became so clouded, his vision black with swirling dots, he felt hallow and his breath came too easily. Footsteps that he did not recognize as his own echoed off the sterilized flooring. His chest constricted and his breathing hitched in his throat when he was able to identify the sleeping figure in another bed, her body so frail and thin it resembled a Holocaust victim.

It was Adeline.

Her skin so pale it was gray, her hair so terribly burned it was coarse as wire. Her figure so broken and weak that her every joint was exposed under skin stretched too tight. It was his love.

His stomach turned over with guilt at what he had allowed to happen. His work worn finger brushed her boney hand. Nausea settled deep in the pit of his stomach as he did his best not to recoil from the iciness of her touch. He had allowed her to become like this, he should have protected her like she protected him. It was entirely his fault. A drop of blood broke through her hair running down her hallow cheek, snaking behind her ear, lowering itself just enough to drop down and stain the prefect white pillow beneath her.

He swore to save her, to always be with her, to love her and protect her…always. He failed her. Her lips, parched, cracked, and dried with blood, drew in a rattled, short breath stopped by pain that shot across her face. All his fault. It should be him lying, dying, on that bed, not her. What had he done? All his fault. A light weight rested on his shoulder.

"Harry, you can't think like that." the voice broke through his silence. Hm, funny, he absently thought. He didn't remember speaking aloud. "It wasn't your fault."

"But it was…" his throat tight with tears and shame.

"Harry…" He turned, already knowing who spoke, to face her. She was a young woman, slightly younger than he, with glossy red hair. As he looked upon her, her eyes blurred behind her tears. "There was nothing you could have done."

'You don't understand, Ginny." He leaned forward placing his hand on the side of Addie's clammy face. "It was my fault."

"What could you have done?" Her voice was strained.

"Anything." Careful not to damage her anymore than she already was, he watched his hand slowly navigate its way beneath her arm. A chill of horror and pain shot down his spine; he pushed it away and grasped her hand. He felt her bones move beneath his skin. A prickling at the corners of his eyes drew his mouth together in a shaky line; his eyes welled with salty tears that stained his face. He made no effort to push them away. Unconsciously, he lowered himself to a chair, lightly dragging Adeline's hand with him. What dignity had he left to rid himself of? He had already killed his love. Her passing would be his fault.

"Harry. It was a war. People got hurt and it wasn't your fault but its over now. The war is over."

Without deciding to do so, he opened his mouth and the words poured out.

"Did you know how exactly we met…Adeline and I?"

"No." Ginny said softly. She hadn't expected him to talk but he didn't seem to notice her answer. He was in his own world, his memories.

"We were at school, 3rd grade." He spoke slowly, gently caressing Adeline's hand with his thumb. "I was being chased again, by my cousin. I had a hiding place I used to go to. It was the roof of the school. On that day though, there was already someone else on the roof….it was her. She looked so beautiful on that rooftop. I had never seen true beauty until that moment. She was sitting on the edge, just like I did, leaning back on her hands, and swinging her feet." The words came out slowly, as he paused after each sentence. His eyes welled up again but he kept speaking trying to get past the lump in his throat. He bowed his head in shame.

"All I could do was stare. I must have made a noise because she turned around and stared back. She stood up and apologized…" he laughed a shaky sad laugh, " ….like she had done something wrong. I told her that she was fine…and then….then she smiled." He raised his head and smiled through the tears at his love.

"We sat on that roof all day. Half the time we said nothing but that was alright, it was enough….We talked about our families, our lives. She had it worse than me….and to think, I thought my life was bad." He chuckled and hung his head again. Ginny moved closer to comfort him but he kept going.

"That's when we made our promise; the promise to always protect each other, to always be there, no matter what and I've failed." The lump in his throat choked out all his words. Tears fell straight to the ground leaving behind their watery path. He hardly noticed the tears straining Ginny's face. Harry paused, allowing himself a moment to vanish into his tears and his pain.

"She was good about keeping it. She always did everything for me. She was always doing something to get in trouble though. I never knew a day when she wasn't grounded, like anyone could ever ground her and keep her there." He let out a sad laugh again, "She would sneak out of her room, walk all across town just to see me. Some how she always knew when I was punished or when I wasn't allowed dinner. I stayed up all night waiting for those knocks at my window…..She's a great cook too. She would steal food from her foster parents' cabinet. We would eat in the park, on the swings. The night was my favorite part of the day and just the hope of seeing her every night got me through. I spent every moment just waiting for the dusk to kill the day….." He paused and took a steady breath looking out the stained window. The sun was high in the afternoon, the light pooling on the cold floors.

"She liked to press her luck too. When I had a lot of work to do, she would appear beside me and help. No one ever knew she was there. She even stood up to Dudley one day when he demanded that I make him an ice cream." This time a real smile broke Harry's face.

"He was so terrified that he forgot to tell my aunt that Addie was even there. She defended me when the other kids laughed….and when they made fun of her, they got a face full of her fist." He sobered up and took a moment to gaze at Addie, remembering her in her glory.

"Even when we came here, she was still the same. Do you remember when we were in the Chamber…about to leave and we couldn't take her with us? She was so badly hurt…and no one could carry her." He distantly looked at Ginny without expecting an answer. He knew that she remembered. "We left her, remember? We left her behind to defend herself…"

"Harry, she told us to go on." Ginny gently reminded him.

"I know." He replied downcast. His head was hung again. "She was protecting us again and I let her. I just left her there and it nearly killed her. When she was lying in the hospital room she assured me that she was only fulfilling her promise." He sighed. Adeline trusted him too much, she loved him too much, she sacrificed too much and it wasn't fair. She was too good to be dying like this. His heart throbbed under the pain of his thoughts. Its my fault, all my fault, he thought again and again.

"Harry…?" Ginny asked tentatively.

"During the final war, when we were in that passage way, you remember?" He asked Ginny again. He knew she remembered this as well, how could she not after her brother had died that time.

She nodded; her tears were renewed as they slid down her cheeks.

"When that Death Eater cornered us and blew up the passage, a pillar was falling…she took it head on. She let it crush her…so that it wouldn't hit me." Tears blurred his eyes again but this time he fought them.

Harry began to laugh, a sad and slow laugh. "I sound so pathetic when I think about how many times she's saved me. She's stronger than I could ever imagine. I envy her for that. I've never once saved her."

"I've known her all my life and never once have I been able to protect her, to show her the love she has shown me. I could have saved her this time though. I was right there when she was fighting. She was in so much pain from that pillar yet she kept fighting. She didn't know I was there, no one did, but I stood by and let her loose the battle." The touch of Adeline's broken hand destroyed him. He pulled back and looked at her face; her sullen, empty, lifeless face.

"I could have saved you……. I could have protected you……I……I could have loved you." The tears burned his face as they fell one after the other. He focused his attention on their soft splattering. His hand shielded his anguished face; his eyes were concealed tightly, tears pouring and sobs ripping from his chest. Arms resting on his knees, he rocked his body back and forth.

"I failed."

He no longer cared about his life or his dignity. He lost himself in his pain, his anguish, her love. He opened his heart to all emotion. Anger at himself, shame of himself, love for her, sadness over her, happy because he knew her, depressed because she was dying. He was so lost within himself that he almost missed the words that changed his whole understanding of love.

"You…always….protected…my…..heart."

Harry stopped breathing. His neck snapped out of his hands where they remained suspended in air as if still holding his head. His mouth was open in shock as he started into the bright eyes of his love, Adeline.

"Addie…" he whispered to her. He leaned forward in his chair, getting as close to her as possible. Casting all past horror and shame away, he grasped her hand and stroked her hair. His warm hand pressed against her face; he didn't notice the fragility of her skin or the sickly color it reflected. His eyes watered over with joy and love. His heart reached out and expanded. She was alive.

He smiled and closed his tired eyes in relief. As he opened them to look upon his love once again, she had changed.

Her eyes were open. Shining bright blue, she gazed up at him and her simple gaze filled him with all the love and compassion in the world. Her fingers curled around his and he felt none of her bones, just the smooth skin he remembered in her touch. She smiled, her lips pulling back and stretching into a perfect curve. They were soft and pink, just the way he remembered her; her teeth peeked through, white as pearls, straight as rulers. Her cheek flushed under his touch, her skin healthy and a beautiful pale that had not been seen in a woman since the renaissance. Her hair was full and thick, black and sleek. It hung all around her, illuminating her angelic face. Full eyelashes batted away to reveal her startling blue eyes, two beautiful pools of blue passion bore deep into his soul. This was his love, this angel lying before him.

She placed her delicate hand on his face and outlined his nose with her perfectly rounded nail. Her skin had filled out; her muscle apparent on her arms and legs. Just the way he remembered. Her arms, strong and firm in her hold, wrapped around his neck, her legs, long and graceful, stood on the cold floor. She supported all her weight. Her breath smelled of sweet peppermint as she breathed words in his face. Her lips pressed against his cheek and he was lost.

"You have never failed, Harry." Her words were slow, shaky, and laced with pain. He shook his head knowing that her words were false.

"You've always protected my heart." As she spoke, her voice strengthened.

"Since I've meet you, I have never known pain and I don't suspect that I ever will. You have saved me when I thought I would be lost. You've brought me back from my darkness. You've saved me more times than I can count."

Tears slipped from his eyes. He embraced her with loving arms and then she vanished. Her arms fell from his neck, her legs gave out, and her heavenly face fell from his sight. He stood in the hospital room, his arms embracing nothing but the air. She was gone. He should have held on.

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"Harry…wake up. Harry!" his cheek stung from her slap. He sat up abruptly feeling the soft blankets and pillows around him. His breathing was heavy and labored; a thin sweet covered his body.

"Harry, are you alright? Did you have another vision? What happened?" He swung his head around and starred at the woman he loved. Her black hair hung at just the right length, thick and sleek. Her eyes, heavy with sleep and concern, were still the loving blue. Her skin as pale and smooth as ever. The words she said to him at their wedding still echoed in his ears.

He felt the tears in his eyes as he blinked and he knew that she saw them.

"Adeline, I can't do this anymore."

So that was the rewrite Chapter 1. Thanks for reading this much and I hope you all enjoyed it! In case anyone is confused, Harry was having a dream. Please review and tell me if you hated it. Sorry for any mistakes. My proofreading skills are less than non-existent.