Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles, but as far as I know, this is a plot I've never seen before. So I guess I can claim it as mine.
Summary: In the final battle with Voldemort, things took for the worst. In a last act of desperation, Remus Lupin, Minerva Mcgonagall, and Nymphadora Tonks sent the Boy-who-lived to the Dimension witch, hoping for more time for Harry to train. A team is formed and a journey is beginning. Sakura/Syaoran. No other pairings.
CHAPTER 1- The Magical World
"If things ever go wrong, if the war takes a turn for the worse, this will be our last plan. Our last resort to save this world from Voldemort,"Dumbledore announced grimly to the assembled group of his most trusted, consisting of Remus, Tonks, Minerva, Sirius and Harry.
"Is that really necessary, Albus?" Minerva asked worriedly, an unpleasant feeling uncoiling within her at the mere thought of what things would be like if they had to use the plan.
Dumbledore kept quiet for a while, and the rest stayed silent, wrapped up in their grim thoughts of war. Many Order members were already dead, the most recent death being Mad-eye's.
"I'm afraid it just might, Minerva," the aged wizard broke the tense silence, "Just...as a last resort. But it has a low possibility of working. It is only to be our very last resort, if all else fails and there is no hope anymore."
They stood up to leave as Mrs Weasley called for them to have dinner. "Harry, Remus, Minerva, Sirius, Tonks, keep this a secret from the rest. If things go well, this plan would not be needed at all."
Harry nodded a little hesitantly in reply as he thought about his best friends, while the rest gave nods of affirmation. "Please, Harry, they can't know." Dumbledore pleaded quietly.
Harry finally agreed, albeit a little reluctantly.
"Hermione!" Harry cried out as he watched her fall to a Death Eater's curse from the back. Killing the Death Eater easily, he ran towards her, tears blinding his vision. Not Hermione, no, he just lost Ron, he can't lose her as well.
But it was too late. Harry just watched helplessly, as his best friend was swallowed by death. He stared blankly, tears starting to fall down his cheeks as he cried for the injustice of it all.
A stray curse missed him by inches, reminding him of his surroundings. He was in battle. A battle which they were barely holding their own against. Harry stood up, just in time to engage another death eater whom had sent a killing curse at him.
Sending a quick stupefy towards the death eater, he glanced at his surroundings, hoping that he would not see the still forms of anyone he knew. It was too much to hope for, however, as it was obvious at a glance just how many Order members had perished, compared to the meagre amount of deaths on the dark side. He averted his eyes quickly; it wouldn't do to get distracted and get hit in the back by a curse.
Harry ran towards where he could still see a few Order members standing, holding their own even though they were clearly outmatched. A few death eaters moved to block him, but he managed to get rid of them and continue, though he was rewarded with more lacerations. They were relatively minor, however, compared to the other injuries he had, so Harry simply blocked them out and went on.
Remus, Minerva and Tonks moved almost gracefully in battle. They made a great team, each knowing what they had to do to protect one another from harm. Their combination, however beautifully lethal, was not enough to defend against the swarm of death eaters, outnumbering them by many times. Harry sent spell after spell at the death eaters, trying to help, however, some of them simply turned to engage him and the three members continued to be swarmed. All four were tiring quickly. The battle had been going on for hours. However experienced or well-trained they were, they simply didn't stand a chance against Voldemort's death eaters. And it was so even now when Voldemort was not personally involved in the battle. This would probably be considered a minor raid to him, Harry thought bitterly as he struggled to hold his own.
Tonks let out a cry as a cutting curse severed her ankle, that spilt second of her faltering was all the death eaters needed to successfully knock out Remus and Minerva. Harry, distracted by the fall of the last Order members, was easily sent spiralling into the darkness.
"Harry? Harry, wake up," Someone was shaking him. He grouchily batted the hands away, snuggling into what he thought was a pillow when pain flooded his senses. Immediately he sat right up, gasping at the tight pain at his side. Glancing down, he saw a deep wound covered with a mixture of fresh and dried blood. He resisted a groan and looked around. Remus, Minerva and Tonks were awake, staring at him with a glimmer of worry.
"You alright, Harry?" Tonks asked, without much feel in it. She knew he was not alright. None of them were. But injuries had became so common that all of them had slowly learnt to dismiss it and simply dwell on how they were going to survive the new day.
Harry shrugged and looked around at his surroundings. They looked to be in a cell. As far as he could see, the cell was empty. It was dark and he had to squint to even make out the features of Tonks, who was sitting the furthest from him. Her ankle (or what used to be there) was bleeding profusely, but she seemed to be fine at the moment, with only excessive blood loss to worry about judging by the pale expression on her face.
They stayed silent for a while, the fact that they were probably in Voldemort's hold being painfully obvious to them. But was it that bad to die, even if it was in the hands of Voldemort? Harry had to wonder. He had nothing to live for now. Ron and Hermione was dead. Arthur Weasley was captured and presumed dead. Almost all of Hogwarts students were dead. Hell, more than half of Britain was dead, muggle or magical. The war had even gone on to America, and the last that Harry knew was that there was a death toll of more then 5 million people. That was the statistics from about 3 months ago, and he knew that the numbers had probably tripled if not more. The whole world seemed to be bathed in blood. Muggles was slaughtering wizards out of fear and vice versa, Voldemort was slaughtering light wizards, and governments were sacrificing thousands of innocents to try to save the situation, actions made for the 'Greater Good'. Harry had seen the atrocities that humans could do, and it made a very ugly picture. Everyone was struggling to save their own skin, not batting an eyelid at betraying the people they loved just to live to see one more day. Others committed suicide, not wanting to see anymore of the war. Harry yearned to do that, but he knew that he was the one destined to defeat Voldemort. He couldn't be selfish, no matter how impossible the task seemed.
"Harry," His former Transfiguration professor spoke up, breaking the tense silence.
Harry tilted his head to the right in reply.
"Remember the... the last operation? The one which Al-Albus said it was the last resort? If all else fails and there is no more hope."
Remus widened his eyes as he thought of the implications of that statement. "We could send Harry to her. He could train and come back to fight. A wish for more time," Remus whispered, repeating what Dumbledore had shared with them.
Harry shook his head, his heart crushing painfully, "It has to be performed by four people. If I am the one being sent, you need one more person." All that hard work, the silent wish that it would save them if all else fails, and Operation Last Resort was in the end, just a wish that never came true. It would not save the world. It seemed that the world had a very grim future indeed.
"To hell with the rules, Harry," Tonks said venomously, "I am sick of seeing this war-torn world. Sick of living in this world. If there is a way to save this, no matter how impossible seeming, I am going to give it a try. I don't give a damn if we survive or not. I'll rather die trying to resist them than die by their hands." Her hair was dull in colour, a colour that had remained ever since the war really started. She had changed from the once bubbly girl to a tired war veteran who just wanted war to end, just like all of them.
Remus and Minerva nodded, a spark of their old selves returning. Their determination, which had slowly diminished throughout the war, was back. And Harry found himself nodding along. All of them felt a sense of optimism for the first time in a long while.
The three joined hands, with Harry in the middle, and they started a long chant in old Celtic. Bill had discovered the spell on accident, and after handing the relic with the carved words on it to Dumbledore, he had been killed by enraged death eaters who wanted the spell. Dumbledore was killed for the same reason, although he had been wise enough to destroy it beforehand after teaching it to Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Minerva and Harry. Typical Dumbledore, he continued to defy the control of Tom Riddle even beyond his death. Sirius had died soon after, however, after shielding Harry from the killing curse.
Remus started first, the chant being very familiar after months of thinking about it relentlessly. Harry repeated after him, his blood as the necessary sacrifice for the spell. This process was repeated for the other two. As Harry started to repeat after Minerva, who had gone last, they heard footsteps approaching. Harry sped up and completed the spell/ritual successfully. Minerva, Tonks and Remus started to feel a deep fatigue seep into their bones, their body systems shutting down as the spell sucked in all of their physical, mental and magical energy. A bright light engulfed Harry and he started to disappear from the cell. Before he fully disappeared, however, he saw the relief, happiness and acceptance in all of their eyes, before they slumped down, clearly dead. And as he disappeared, he heard an enraged scream from Voldemort as he sent a spell at him, but he disappeared mere milliseconds before it could hit him.
And Harry James Potter was off to his next great adventure.
How was it? I have been pondering this story in my head for quite a while. Well, the sad thing is that while I can think up creative plots, i lose interest quickly. Hope that won't happen for this story though :))
As you can see, Harry hasn't changed that much, he still detests killing, choosing to stun, only killing when absolutely needed, like avenging Hermione. Unfortunetely, this works against him. Any questions feel free to ask me, questions keep me expanding my plot and making things more interesting. Constructive critism definitely needed. Don't worry, I'm not one of those who'll lash out at opinions with reason. It is just not common sense.
Sorry for any errors, in English or otherwise, like my facts. This is AU, though, so you notice Sirius dying later than he does in cannon. And in a different way. Please help to correct me as I have no beta. Unless I get a comment that my English is horrendous, then I will get a beta. I am one of those who edit her work regularly, so i may be of trouble to the beta :))
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