Title: Fix You
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.
Warnings: This is a crossover with Star Trek. Eventually, there will be slash of the, well. I haven't decided on pairings yet.
Enjoy.
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Chapter 1
Each step he took echoed almost painfully throughout the empty corridor. The dark of the night filled every corner, ever crevice of the hallowed walls. The air coming from the balcony chilled the grey stones; and the light of the moon shone gently on every surface. He walked slowly, each step measured in such a way that he would reach his destination in the longest time possible. There were no murmurs from curious portraits. There were no ghosts looking at him inquisitively. There were no torches to light his way, only the moon. He reached a split at the end of the corridor and, merely glanced at the torch-lit corridor towards the right, took the corridor on his left. And into darkness.
He walked some more, until everything blurred and he could no longer see, so much as feel, his way through the ancient castle. The torches remained unlit and only the occasional strip of moonlight lit some thing or the other. He stopped and stared at the entrance of his destination. He took this moment to feel, for the last time, the feel of the place he had once called home. Taking the stairs, he arrived at the top and opened the elegantly carved door gently, almost reverently. He walked into the room and looked at the empty walls; the same walls that had both startled and fascinated him at the same time. He came to stand at the center of the room and closed his eyes, taking a few, deep, calming breaths. He reached deep inside himself and called Amelia. She rose steadily before him and the three stones of power glowed like beacons of something.He could almost make himself believe it was hope. But he knew better then that. He knew.
He placed his hands over the center and began to chant softly, more of a melody then anything. The three stones—a blinding white, a dull gold, a swirling ebony—rose in sync with one another, then spread out to the corners of the room, retaining their triangular shape. He stopped chanting for a moment and felt tears fall down his face. He closed his eyes once more, with a whisper of, "There is nothing left." The melody began anew and became louder and louder, the light of all three stones combining, then spreading until they covered the castle, the grounds, and the small village nestled in between the lake and the forest. It felt like an eternity to him, but really, it was only a few moments. The light receded, faded into nothing, and then Harry James Potter opened empty green eyes, wincing as the three stones of power clattered to the floor. The sound of their falling the only real noise made in the castle besides the ones he made. He turned from the once majestic pedestal and exited the same way he had come.
He walked though empty corridors, no whispers and gossip from portraits that should have been occupied. He walked through corridors, torches never lighting to guide him, there were no ghosts to derail him, and no children or teenagers to bump into on his way out. He walked and walked, ignoring the whispers and the faint impressions that remained in the cold, lonely castle. He pushed the doors to the entrance of the castle open and made his way through the grounds. He made his way through mass graves, individual graves, and did not glance at any of them. He came to a certain point and paused slightly, listening to the myriad of voices that called to him. Voices he knew and loved more than anything. He wished he could answer those voices, but he knew better by now. He was different, and would always remain apart. So, he kept walking until he reached the gates of what had once been his home. He turned and looked back. There were no lights to guide anyone home, everyone who belonged there was already buried. They had finally come home. A bitter smile came unto his lips and he made to leave. Tried, to leave. But his feet remained planted to the ground. And his mind refused to command his body to leave. There was still one thing. Just one. Harry turned around and stared at the grounds of Hogwarts, at the castle itself, and waited.
Only once the lively and majestic castle began to burn did he turn and disapparate. And as the castle burned, ghostly apparitions watched the castle burn, the same way they had watched their once savior walk past them and into what would be. He deserved it, his life. Maybe not more that all who had gone to the other, but more then some. The burning continued until morning, and it was dawn before a muggle came upon the sight. Eyes wide and mouth agape, he looked at the remains of a castle and the hundreds upon hundreds of graves with horror. Having taking the same path to work on his field for the last forty years, he had never seen the castle before him, much less the graves.
The world was made aware of these happenings, and of the village that seemed to be steeped into the middle ages. What remained of the magical world stood silent in remembrance and accepted the warning for what it was, no explanation for what had happened there, and there never would be.
Still, a man with green eyes regarded the news of the "Hidden World" and waited.
Simply,waited.
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Short and sweet. Pretty much what all of the chapters for this story will be. Hope you enjoyed.
COTF