Prologue

2002

It started out as a normal day. The sun shined brightly, the sky was clear, and for the first time in years the air seemed clear of all darkness that had plagued the Wizards World for the past three decades. It was a day for celebration.

Or, at least it should have been. He'd just been informed that Ginny was expecting. The twenty-two year old felt undeniable joy. He was going to be a father within the year! How could anyone expect him to not be over joyed?

He grinned as he met up with his long time friend, Hermione Weasley. It seemed like just yesterday she'd been Hermione Granger, just being introduced to another part of the world she already lived. Now, one was a parent-to-be and they'd known each other for little over a decade. He forced himself to not flinch as images of the war flash through his mind.

"Something bothering you, Har?" She asked softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

It was a scary thought; to think they'd been through so much in their, compared to many wizards, short life. In the age of Wizards they were still young. Wizards lived well into the two-hundreds, it didn't matter if they were half-blood or Pureblood. Unforchidently, the Muggleborns didn't live as long, their raw magical powers was like a slow-ticking time bomb. Most didn't, anyways. Few, like Hermione or Lily, learned how tame said power and if an outside force didn't kill them, they'd live as long as the others with generations of developed, tamed, magic.

He shrugged before replying, in a nonchalant tone. "Just flash backs of the war, 'Mione." He said lightly, even though him mood had done a one-eighty and he was feeling more depressed, and scared, than anything else.

Rubbing his temples, he only half listened to her response. "Harry.. You're going to be a father. You need to get help; a Mind Healer would greatly benefit you. The Post Tramatic-"

He cut her off, with a tired sigh. "I'm not traumatized." He said defiantly.

She scoffed. "You may be strong, Harry James Potter, but you're bloody traumatized. It doesn't matter if you won't admit it. The fact remains. You. Are. Traumatized. Simple thing, simple reminders, might very well set you off one day. What if you hurt Gi-"

"I would... I would never hurt Ginny." Came his low, dark, reply. "I would die before I lay a finger on her. Or our child once they're born."

"I know that, Harry. I know you would never intentionally harm her. B-"

"Change the subject, Hermione." He growled through clenched teeth.

She looked at him and sighed. "Fine. But be warned: we will continue this conversation someday in the near future." Her dark expression gave him no other choice besides to agree with him.

They walked to the Ministry with a tense atmosphere between them. Ron was at home, fussing over his younger sister. The ministry respected the trio and they could usually take days off, even when it was last minute. Which it usually was, with the two men. Hermione was a little more organized and usually gave a weeks notice.

Their raid group consisted of the three of them; Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Pansy was their fourth member; surprising everyone when she'd chosen the path she had. Especially considering what side she'd been on.

What was even more surprising, at least to the media, was that the trio welcomed her into their fold without any public resiting.

Ron had made it clear, when it was just the four of them, that he wanted nothing to do with the girl. Nothing. And the first five months had put a lot of strain on the group. The only reason Ron accepted the former Slytherin now was because of a firm lecture and not being talked to for weeks on end by his wife.

Harry had snickered at their actions. It had been a couple months after the war and not being talked it probably reminded him of the time during the war, when he'd left the hunt in frustration. It must have been torturous for him to have the love of his life right there and not be able to touch, or kiss, or even talk to without being hexed.

So yes, the trio was now a quartet. They were all friends. For the most part. Ron, and even Harry, was wary of the girl but didn't say so aloud. He had a feeling Hermione had her own doubt's but didn't voice, or even entertain, them.

The three chatted quietly among themselves before entering their department heads office. Shortly thereafter, they got their training assignment. They'd been told, since they were the youngest Aurors, and best, in the last century, they'd be overseeing the next three years of the incoming interns training.

However, that day, there was a flaw. The three found themselves in a rather strange predicament; they found themselves having to look up instead of down when someone who had been shorter than the three of them came over.

This caused the three of them to scowl as their thoughts turned sluggish. Forcing himself to focus, he realized that there was smoke in surrounding area, close to where they stood. This caused him to feel confused as he lost his focus and could only think of simple things. Chasing a butterfly he'd seen earlier, for example. Or the rainbow that was always in the sky, even on gloomy days when everything seemed dull.

Soon, however, he couldn't even focus on those things. He felt his eyes flutter shut. Someone was carrying him. And then? Nothing. He lost all sense of feeling and instead trapped in a nightmare hell that he wouldPi qOhn't have been able to create himself, even if he'd watched all the horrifying movies he'd heard about from...

From who, exactly? Who had he been thinking about? What had he been thinking?

A/N: Hello, lovelies! Here I is again, with another story. Dammit. I need to spot them plot bunnies from running around when I should be sleeping!

For those who have been following me for some time, you've probably noticed by now that I am no longer Aleeta6. Sorry about the sudden change!

Also, this was not my idea. I just decided to do it. The whole idea is from Flairwarth and i'm just letting my imagination run away.

I still don't own the world, so, by default, I still done own Harry Potter! Do you know how tedious it is, trying to figure out how to take over the world?