Title: His Father's Hero

Summary: Harry Potter had never been a fortunate boy, but what will happen when fate gives him a chance to become a hero to the person he had always wished to know. Slash, Dimension Travel.

Author: Yahari (of course)

Rating: This chapter is rated T, but the rating of the story will move up to M as it progresses

Pairings: Secret for now, but feel free to give me ideas on a pairing you would like to see

AN: I have had a lot of trouble with my other fic currently (my laptop with the files for it is away at the shop currently and I don't have the heart to rewrite them yet) so this is my solution. I will update this story twice a month unless there is an extremely strong interest in it.

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Harry Potter had never been a fortunate boy. There were several undeniably good things in his life such as his devoted friends and his knack for survival, but overall, his life was what many could consider a hell at most times and yet he remained a 'good' person.

The definition of a good person varies depending upon who you're asking, but most people would agree that Harry James Potter was one such person. That wasn't to say that he was an innocent, naïve, overly optimistic boy. His life had made him more than slightly cynical, and the constant loss he suffered had hardened him into someone who didn't trust easily, but he was fundamentally the type of person who would do anything for those he cared about, which brings us to one particular day on December 29th, 1987. Harry Potter, age 17, was giving his life on the battle field to end the life of Tom Marvolo Riddle and forever secure a safer world for his loved ones.

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A cold sickening laugh rung across the torn up battle field as Voldemort held the wizarding world's savior up by the collar of his shirt.

"Pathetic, tiny boy. Did you honestly think that you could defeat me? I know secrets of magic beyond your wildest imaginings and yet you foolishly follow an idiotic sliver of hope?"

Voldemort laughed again, a sibilant hiss ever present in his speech.

All around them a fierce battle between light and dark raged on with both sides suffering heavy losses at every turn.

Harry grimaced and narrowed his eyes at the snake-faced bastard.

"I have always known that I wouldn't make it out of this war alive," Harry began, "but believe me when I say that I'm not going down without dragging you with me. See you in hell Tommy."

With that, Harry let loose the immense amount of magical energy he had been storing within his body throughout the battle, causing everything within a fifty foot radius to disintegrate, including Voldemort's body, thoroughly eradicating the last vestige of his soul as the horcruxes had been destroyed by the order. Harry slumped down onto his knees, his vision fading. He had put everything he had into that last blast, and now his body was shutting down for good.

"Oh god, Harry!"

Hermione, her robes splattered with blood, came running to his side and caught him as he fell backwards.

"Why? Why did you give up? Harry, please hang on, we still need you," Hermione pleaded, her eyes filling with tears as she witnessed the light quickly fading from Harry's once brilliant emerald eyes.

"I—I didn't—give up 'Mione. This was—the only—way to get rid of him. Do you think—I'll get to see Siri and my—parents now?"

Hermione sobbed and cradled Harry's body closer to her as his breathing faltered and his eyes became glassy.

Harry gazed up at Hermione one last time as the sounds of the battle and the world around him faded permanently from his ears. A slight smile graced his face as Harry kissed his adoptive sister on the cheek and whispered softly in her ear, "The last great adventure, right?"

Hermione swallowed heavily and laid Harry's now still body to the ground and closed his lifeless eyes. She rose off the ground slowly and brushed the dirt off of the knees of her robe stiffly. She turned and gazed at the battle around her, her eyes hard and her aura cackling with angry and determined energy.

"For you Harry," she whispered as once again threw herself into the last stand of the war, blasting curses left and right.

The deatheaters began to fall back as they realized that their spells were no longer taking hold. It was as though an invisible barrier was protecting the light side. Eventually the battle field was still but for the wandering members of the light and the medics looking for injured and collecting the dead for a proper burial. On the very edge of the field stood a small group mourning the loss of a brother, a son, a friend, and a hero.

Hermione stood in Ron's embrace, sobbing helplessly into his chest as Ron cried into her hair. Remus was crouched low to the ground his arms around his knees as he silently and stilly mourned the loss of the last member of his pack. Ginny wailed miserably from her mother's arms as the Weasley matriarch cried for the boy she had considered a son. Bill and Charlie were out in the field looking for survivors, and Fred was at St. Mungo's with an injured but stable George. Mr. Weasley was with Percy taking care of the chaos at the ministry.

The members of the small group all raised their heads as they heard the slow and soft sound of a phoenix's heartrending song. Fawkes was despondently circling the field that was littered with so many unmoving bodies. Eventually he landed by the side charred spot where Harry Potter's body had once lain. The body had somehow disappeared in the last few minutes of the battle and it was somehow worse for his family to not have the ability to give him a proper burial. Fawkes laid his head on scorched earth and let out one last dismal note.

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Death wasn't like floating at all. Harry felt as though he was being pummeled with multiple bludgers against a rather unyielding brick wall. All at once the pain stopped and Harry fell with a huff onto nothingness.

The world around him wasn't dark or light, it wasn't really anything, it was just there.

'Harry Potter'

Harry turned around abruptly, looking for the source of the voice that had called out to him. The voice had sounded neither male nor female, neither loud nor soft. He wasn't even sure if he had heard it.

'Be still small one. Your spirit and body are still recovering from your battle. Little one, you have not had an easy life but I'm afraid I cannot allow you to move on just yet. You are still needed'

Before Harry could sound one word of argument or disdain, he was whisked away back into the black nothingness where he soon lost all awareness.

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Word count: 1,275

Time taken: 34 min

Song: Tourniquet ~ Evanescence

So what do you all think? Just for a note, this story will take place completely in an alternate dimension from here on in, but with every chapter there will be a short omake or theater story on what's going on in Harry's original dimension.

Thank you for reading and have a nice day,

Yahari