Title: Wings of the Past

Book: Harry Potter

Setting: Years 1-7

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Blaise/Luna, Hermione/Neville, Ron/Zayne, Pansy/Ginny, Severus/Sirius, Tom/Shiro

Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. If it did then it would be messed up beyond belief. Though I do own Shiro and Zayne and the plot idea. This is my second Harry Potter fan fiction so please tell me what you think of it. Flames will be ignored.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Flashbacks/Dreams

"Parsletongue"

*'Thought Talking'*

Prologue: A New Start

This is it. This is when it will all end and one side will win and the other is destroyed. It's ironic that his war shall end where it all began over fifty years ago. When this is over I doubt Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will still be in one piece. I highly doubt it's in one piece now. This is the final battle of a war that has been dragging on for longer then I care to keep track of. This battle is going to make or break all those who participate in the war; past and present. The future of the entire Wizarding World rests on the outcome of this very battle.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as a spell flew past my head and hit the wall behind me. I sent a nonverbal curse at the Light wizard who had attacked me and watched in sadistic pleasure as they fell to the floor writhing in pain. I suddenly felt a burning sensation on the back of my neck and then someone was trying to get through my Occulmency shields. I dropped my shields without hesitating for I already knew who was trying to gain access to my thoughts.

*'I thought I told you to be careful, Shiro,'* a cold voice sounded in my head. The voice sent shivers down my spine but I didn't let it distract me from the fight I was engaged in.

*'I apologize Tom,'* I thought as I deflected a curse that was sent at me. I countered with a curse of my own before continuing, *'I was lost in thought. It won't happen again.'*

*'See to it that it doesn't,'* I could literally feel his satisfaction at my answer. Feelings of concern, worry, and love came across his end of our link and his next words, combined with the shocking onslaught of foreign emotions from him, almost drove me to tears of happiness. *'I don't know what I'd do if I lost you Shiro. Please be careful.'*

*'I will be Tom,'* I promised. *'I love you,'* I told him before I blocked off my mind once more. I don't know why I said that. I had promised myself that I would never tell him that. Tom couldn't possibly return my feelings. He's the Dark Lord Voldemort, he can't love. Even if he could there was no way he could ever love someone like me. I mean I'm ridiculously short for my age, I'm an albino, I space out all the time, and I don't even think my parents like me very much.

I was brought out of my thoughts by someone pulling me out of the way of a curse this time. I really have to stop doing that in the middle of a battle. I looked up at the person who had pulled me to the side to see a tan young man with iridescent, metallic silver eyes and wine red hair in a braid past his shoulder blades. The back of my neck burned again as I looked at the man in front of me, but I pushed Tom away from my mind harshly. I didn't want to deal with his questions and his jealousy right now.

"Be more careful Shiro," the young man scolded me quietly so only I could hear.

I sighed but nodded all the same. Why was everyone always telling me to be careful? Sure I was really spacey, but I wasn't some three-year-old that needed to be watched all the time. "Yes Zayne," I whispered, knowing he heard me.

Zayne's eyes widened in surprise and he lurched toward me to push me aside. I spun around, wand at the ready, and what I saw made me freeze in shock. A jet of green light was headed straight toward me and I knew there was no way for me to avoid it. I looked past the light to see my mother pointing her wand at me. Hurt, sadness, confusion, anger, and betrayal were the last things I felt before the killing curse hit me and my world went black… permanently.

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I woke up in what looked to be a brightly lit train station. Confusion was the base of my thoughts as I pushed myself up off the floor. Where was I? How did I get here? I died so how could I possibly be here? What exactly was 'here'?

"I've been expecting you Shiro Blackwood," a monotone voice spoke from somewhere behind me.

I spun around, startled, and saw a man dressed in a black three piece suit sitting on a bench. The man's skin was as pale as mine and his white hair went to his mid-back and was tied in a pony at the nape of his neck. The only physical difference between us was our eyes. The man's eyes were a vibrant, bloody crimson color, while, my own were a dull, almost white pale grey color that made me look blind. Besides that the man could have been my father if I didn't know that the bastard was still at the school fighting.

"Who are you?" I asked cautiously.

The man smirked and it set me on edge. The expression didn't look right on a face that looked so much like my own. The smirk looked evil, just like it did on my face. "I am death, young Shiro," the man said, "But you can call me Conductor."

"What is this place?" I asked while looking around.

"Why it's a train station my dear boy," said Conductor, an amused tone in his voice.

"I know that," I snapped at him annoyed. "What is this place?"

"Call it a crossroads if you want, but this is where you have to choose," Conductor said cryptically.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion at the statement. "Choose what?"

"Where you want to go now," Conductor stated matter-of-factly. My eyes widened in shock, but he continued speaking before I could say anything. "Normally I give people the chance to either become a ghost or to just move on where they will have a chance of being reincarnated, but few ever choose to be ghosts. You interest me young one so I'll give you a choice I have never given to anyone else before. You have three choices: move on to the other side and have a chance at being reincarnated, become a ghost in a ruined world, or be reborn and change everything that has happened."

My eyes narrowed in suspicion at the last choice he gave me. Surely not even Death could so what he's proposing. "What's the catch for the third choice?"

Conductor grinned, showing sharp teeth. "There is no catch young Shiro, but there are several side effects to the choice. Though, it wouldn't be any fun for me if I told you, now would it? I guess I could be nice and give you a hint so you won't freak out. You'll still have all of your memories from this life so be careful when you're older and don't slip up."

I thought about it for a minute and then nodded in agreement. "Alright, I'll take the third choice." Conductors grin widened and a black train pulled up out of nowhere. I turned and started to walk toward the train.

"Oh and Shiro," Conductor spoke up. I stopped, my left foot on the step to the train and my hand holding the railing. I looked over my shoulder to look at the grinning man. "Watch your footing with what you say in your next life. I don't want to see you any sooner then I plan to." I raised an eyebrow but nodded and stepped onto the train.