AN: This will not focus on romantic relationships, and is NOT a Voldarry slash fic. Sorry, but I write enough slash and I wanted to try something different this time. Hopefully this is good, I don't really know where I'm going with it but I sort of have an idea of what I want the plot to be like...sort of. Any reviews would be good, give me some ideas and such, I might even use them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters...or some of the plot devices, etc etc. Those belong to our Lady and Mistress JK Rowling, who was kind enough to let me borrow them for a while. The only thing which is mine is the plot, and I make no profit off of this. Unfortunately.
Warning: violence, angst, probably self-harm and/or self-loathing, most likely some very vicious cliff hangers (sorrynotsorry)
Prologue: August 1998
Harry stood in front of the headstone, his face blank and his hands hanging loosely at his sides. Three months ago today, the black and white marble headstone hadn't been there. Three months ago, he had finally defeated Voldemort. He had saved the world and millions of lives.
Three months ago he had walked his friends to their deaths.
Neither can live while the other survives.
And so Harry stood there, considering the past and the present and the future. He traced the name on the headstone with his fingers and knew that something had to change. It didn't matter that they'd won, it didn't matter that Voldemort was defeated; the price had been too high. He might have defeated him, but there was not longer a life to be lived. His friends were gone, his family was gone – he had no life without them. He took a step back and forced himself to look around at all the other fresh graves surrounding him, and knew what he had to do. As he retrieved the stolen Time-Turner from his pocket, Harry closed his eyes and sighed.
A power the Dark Lord knows not, he recited to himself in his mind as he turned the Time-Turner with a flick of his wrist. He stood there for a moment longer, his eyes closed, the Time-Turner still spinning, and he mouthed an apology and a farewell before he disappeared.
The graveyard was empty and still, the sudden silence and space where Harry had just been going unnoticed. The sky darkened above and slowly rain began to fall upon the headstones below.
AN: Yeah, so, that is just the prologue...I already have the first chapter finished and I'll post it as soon as this gets a response. I don't really know if I'm going to continue with his idea, but if you people enjoy it, I might. If you do, then hit the review button and tell me! That way I won't give up on something people actually want to read.