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Memories of the Past: A Desire for all that is Lost

A Harry Potter Simi Dark Fanfic

Chapter 1: Future Wasteland

As the full moon slowly slid behind a bank of clouds, a lone figure quickly but cautious slid from the shadows and quickly moved down the deserted road hugging the abandoned buildings as they went. For a brief moment the moon peeked out from between the clouds and we learn that the lone figure is a male. On closer inspection we notice evidence of a rough life due to his tattered and torn cloak, and from the scars on his bare hands. Freezing as his ears pick up a faint sound ahead, he slowly fades into the shadows and silently waits. His wait is not long as the once faint sound grows in intensity until a loud crash fills the air, then silence slowly refills the air. After waiting a short while longer, the stranger cautious peers around the corner when he hears nothing else. Slightly up the road he notices that a wall from one of the ruined buildings has collapsed and is now covering the road with bits of debris. Taking the moments pause, the man pulls out a flask of some kind, slightly pushes his hood back and takes a long drink of the contents. Upon this action we learn the identity of the stranger, a young man who was once know as a pure blood called Blaze Zambini. But after the loss at the battle of the ministry that allowed the dark one to take power, the public executions of all who oppose him and the muggle and half blood purges of 2002 and 2005. There were no longer titles like pureblood, halfblood, muggle or wizard, he like the few remaining of his kind are simply know as survivors. As the night progressed Blaze continued to his target, it was shortly before daybreak when he finally reached the only place, temporary or not, he now called home.

After passing through the numerous security checks that proved he was really who he looked like, he entered what looked like the ruins of a gymnasium. As he approached the center of the room he was handed a steaming mug of coffee and a food ration bar, both were deeply appreciated after his long trip. This was only one of the few pleasures that was left in his life, he knew that no matter what time of day or night it was when he came home. That someone would have a meal, no matter how simple, waiting for him when he arrived. If one would look around they would find the tattered remains of what was once a recreation hall for the military, now simply a headquarters and home for one of the few surviving groups of resistance for the light. Despite a bit of damage here and there, the area where the building sat was in good condition. Connected to the recreation hall was a building that at one time was used for storage and where they found their treasure trove. The building was full of case after case of field rations, or more commonly known as M.R.E 's or Meal, Ready-to-Eat, emergency survival rations of water, and Emergency Food Bars. More then enough to last the small group of survivors months, if not years if they weren't killed first.

As he approached the table that was setup in the middle of the room, he over heard a brief conversation from the resident lovers in denial. "Come on Megan how about 10 minutes?" he spoke hopefully, Megan turned to him. "How about I place my knee somewhere to get your mind on task hmm? She spoke at him with a evil smile and a look that promised pain. The reaction was instant Andrew gulped and placed his hands over his sensitive area, and spoke "let get to work then!" "That what I thought." she stated turning her attention back to the map on the table in front of her. Upon noticing that the person he was to notify upon his return, was standing in the doorway of the storage/living quarters. Blaze by passed the table and headed toward the other side of the room, where Neville stood waiting silently. "They have been at that all night and Andrew wanted a few minutes rest and you know how Megan is when she gets a project." He spoke answering Blaze's unasked question about what the two had been talking about moments before. Allowing a brief phantom of a smile appear on his face do to the situation, Blaze's face went completely somber when he was asked about the results of his mission. Neville sadly sighed after he was given a complete report of the status of the French branch of the resistance, and softly spoke "I'll inform William, you go get some rest while you can after your long journey."

Meanwhile in another part of the living area a husband and wife were enjoying some much needed time alone. What started out as innocent kissing, slowly turned carnal as clothing was quickly shed and dropped to the floor. Due to her husbands enjoyment of turning his always in control wife into a female of unrestrained desire, their foreplay had evolved into a battle of wills over the years. Gently picking her up and caring her over to their bed, William carefully placed his now deeply flushed wife on to the bed. After several deep passionate kisses he resumed his journey started with the side of her gorgeous neck, slowly kissing her throat, and her shoulders. With the exception of her slightly trembling, it looked like she was holding herself in perfect control but one look into her sapphire eyes told another story. He knew she was near her limit due the look of deep unrestrained need that was in her eyes. Daphne bit her lip to keep from whimpering as the heat from every single one of his kisses burned its way through her body. William looked upon his beautiful wife of four years and grinned as he noticed she was biting her lip in a attempt to remain in control. He had come to deeply enjoy their little competition over the years, but what he enjoyed the most was how much pleasure he brought his wife doing this. She was his friend, his lover, his most trusted confidant, and his soul mate. He made it a point to bring as much happiness, joy and pleasure into his wives life as he possibly could. He knew that she still carried mental scars from what had happened all those years ago, and he was deeply proud of how much she had grown and healed, since the day that he had saved her from that horrible fate her father sent her into.

Not taking his eyes off his wives, he slowly started to kiss up her leg starting with her ankle. By the time he had reached her knees her trembling had gotten worse, as his hands came to rest upon her upper thighs, he reached out with his thumbs and gently brushed her soft inner thigh. A wide mischievous grin appeared on his face when his actions caused his dear wife to jump and bite her lip even harder. It was only after he placed a soft kiss on the pulse point of her inner thigh, did she release a quite moan. It was then that a knock at the door was heard, hoping that whoever it was would take the hint and leave, he placed another kiss on to her silken skin. Another knock came from the door, and the look of deep need and desire that was in Daphne's eyes was now sharing that of fury. Fury at whom ever was interrupting them during their time alone. As a third knock was heard she spoke sweetly, ice dripping from every word. "Yes, what is it?" Now Neville wasn't stupid, he realized he must have interrupted something important for her to sound as cold as she was. "Please excuse the intrusion Daphne, but I have a important message for your husband," the voice from the door stated. "It better BE important, for if I find out that someone else could have taken care of this matter. I swear to you by the four founders that I will track you down and show you the true meaning of pain by turning you into a eunuch." She replied venomously in a voice that promised pain and much suffering to him, " William asked me to inform him when blaze returned with an update about our French branch and he returned moments ago." Neville swallowed nervously now realizing what he must have just interrupted due to how vicious she had just sounded. Turning she noticed that her husband had an expression that conveyed that he was deeply sorry for what happened and that he promised that he would make it up to her. Letting out a frustrated sigh Daphne spoke "Go ahead, I have waited this long a few more minutes won't hurt." After kissing his understanding but deeply frustrated wife and putting on a pair of shorts, He walked across the room opening and closing the door after him. Out in the hall Neville started to deeply apologize for interrupting the both of them. "Don't worry about it, to be honest we were wondering when we were gonna be interrupted. But I would be careful around Daphne for the next couple of days" he stated in amusement at the look of terror the crossed Neville face.

Up to this point the war had not been going good for them, and Daphne was wondering what bad news this message brought. It wasn't until her husband returned that she started to worry his face had a look of shock and horror on it. As he sat back down on the bed and started to dress, she then knew that it was bad news and that he was going to inform the commander. "Who did we lose this time?" she asked in a soft voice expecting the worse, she had known a few of the people who joined the French light resistance. "They are all gone" he spoke slightly in shock, "Every single one of them is gone including the village, all that is left is a crater." All she could do was gasp in shock, what did they use to do that much damage is what went through Daphne's mind at the moment. After her husband had gotten dressed and left to inform the commander, the door quietly opened and closed back as a young women entered the room crossing over to where Daphne sat. Known to most in the group as the healer and adviser to William Susan bones was like a sister to Daphne. "Let me guess, they interrupted you two again didn't they?" Susan spoke softly pushing her long auburn braid over her shoulder completely understanding Daphne's frustration. "How you guess?" Daphne asked sarcastically her face a mixture of deep frustration and annoyance. "You mean other then Neville looking like he was about to wet himself? Susan replied with a knowing smirk on her face. "Is it too much to ask that we have just one moment alone without getting interrupted? Just one single solitary moment, that's all I ask." Daphne asked Susan her expression torn between screaming out in frustration, looking like she wanted to strangle Neville for interrupting them, and shock from the news about the French branch. Considering how long she had known both Daphne and her husband, Susan could tell automatically when something was wrong. "What names are we adding this time?" she asked quietly, she like most of the group knew that Blaze had returned and what he was sent to do. "All of them, even the village they were guarding is gone" Daphne spoke sadly, at this Susan's eyes widened in deep shock. "All of them? How is that possible?" She asked deeply in shock. Shaking her head Daphne replied "I don't know, but William was told that a crater is all that remains of where the village once sat. No survivors or anything."

As she sat thinking about everything that had happened up to this point, Her Aunt's murder by death eaters, the fall of the ministry, the battle of Hogworts, and the death of her sister/friend Luna. For the first time since the war started Susan came to a conclusion, which she voiced to her other sister/friend Daphne. "We're not going to win this are we Daphne?" she quietly spoke, looking down. Looking over at her sister, Daphne sighed then spoke "I don't Susan, I truly do not know." William slowly walked toward the commander's quarters, of all his duties this was one that he had come to hate the most. Word of what happened to the French branch had spread like fire through the small group of fighters, and those who he met in the hall had given him their condolences. It wasn't a secret that he once served under the French commander during the battle of Beauxbatons, and that the commander became like a little sister to him. Stopping in front of the commanders door, he reached out to knock when a voice was heard from inside. "Who did we lose this time William? the voice asked sighing, William replied "I 'am sorry commander, but Blaze reports that the French Branch has been from removed from the war permanently. I was told that all that was left of the village was a rather large crater in the ground." In the silence that followed, William quietly spoke "Commander,...Harry, I know that this probably wouldn't be much comfort, but you have the unit's Condolence's and Daphne's and my deepest sympathy during your time of loss, I know how much Gabrielle meant to you and I don't know if it would be much help. But she once told me that if she would have to leave this life the only way she would, would be by using one hand to throw fireballs and the other by casting as many killing curses as she could taking as many death eaters with her as possible."

Moments later the door opened and a young man stepped out, young if you only look at his physical appearance, but take once glance into his emerald green eyes and you would see that he was decades older then what he should be. Looking at his second in command, the young man who was once known as the boy who lived, Harry Potter, spoke in a voice long used to pain and heartbreak. "Thank you William", He then started toward the gymnasium and the board where the list of the fallen sat. Neville glanced up when the gymnasium fell silent and noticed that Harry had entered and was standing in front of the list of the fallen. After adding two entries to the list he turned and headed back to toward his quarters, as he pasted William he was heard muttering "At least your back with your family Angel." It was that sentence alone that made him, think about something he hadn't since before the war started. "It was a long shot but maybe just maybe it might work." he though as he turned to return to his quarters and his understanding wife.

Next Chapter: A Faint Light in a Dark Land

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