Title: The Beautiful Lie
Rating: T
Warnings: Contains Slash, Time Travel, HBP spoilers, and is AU fic.
Categories: General
Sub Cat: Romance
Summary: Amidst the chaos of war Harry makes a promise to a dying man, and receives the most difficult job yet: raising a child. This is the story of how Harry and little Dorcas Finnegan, with the aid of divine powers, fight the combined evils of Voldemort and Suetekh. Warnings: Contains Slash, Time Travel, HBP spoilers, and is an AU fic.
Ships: HP/GW, eventual HP/SB, LE/JP, DM/RL, AL/FL
A/N: Hey guys, Fist few chapters will be slightly OOC. Also, am in desperate need of BETA, so if any1's interested plz email me!
Preface
The battle field was littered with bodies of the fallen, both comrades and enemies. They seemed like numerous ugly black dots marring the otherwise perfectly beautiful white of winter. It was not a battle they had won with ease, mused Harry J. Potter as he limped his way back up to the castle.
In a certain sense Hogwarts had died with Albus Dumbledore, as horribly and as surely as when Snape delivered the killing blow. No longer was it full of joyous laughter from its students, no longer did the young and innocent fill the halls of the once lively castle, no longer did joy dwell in Hogwarts.
All that dwelt there now were worn war refugees, children with ancient eyes that spoke of someone who had seen too much of death and of sorrow. How long had it been since Dumbledore's passing? Ron's? Hermione's? Fred? Percy? Arthur Weasley? Emmeline Vance? Remus Lupin? …Sirius?
Harry could feel the bile rising in his throat as more names crept into his mind, eyes fogging up with unshed tears. He fell fast onto his knees, mind swirling with images, memories, and face;, so many faces; he felt so utterly weak and tiered, but Merlin, so many faces stared back at him. Softly whispering, sobbing, they pleaded with him to save them, save the living; he had to be strong, where there was still life there was hope; the faces, so many faces…
A corridor left to the hospital wing is where Ginny Weasley found him, out cold and bleeding profusely from a wound on his side, murmuring feverishly about voices, strength and faces…
End of Prologue…
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