A.N. hi. I own nothing. It is all very sad. Anyway I hope you enjoy this. Hopefully I can manage to finish it.
Prolog
Harry kneeled touching the tombstones of each of his friends and surrogate family members one by one.
There was a time when he had thought that nothing would hurt as much as when he had lost his god father.
He'd been wrong, very wrong.
They had been losing and they all knew it. The only thing that had kept them going had been Luna, loony loopy Luna Lovegood.
She'd found a way out for them. Alternate universes.
It may have been a bit farfetched but in the end she'd made it work on paper. But Harry James Potter was all that was left to see if it would work for real and he didn't have much time left.
He's thrown up the strongest barrier that he knew as the death eaters had surrounded him. He could still see them shifting outside of the glowing dome. It didn't matter though. If this worked then he would be long gone when the barrier fell and if it didn't then he would be dead before they could reach him.
First he had to remove the horcrux from inside of him. According to the text they'd found he'd never be able to complete the ritual with the taint in his magic.
Harry's voice was strong and sure as he read off the massive incantation and the last word echoed out in the grave yard his screaming followed after it.
White hot pain burst from his scar and tore through the rest of him in horrible waves. It was like nothing he had ever felt before in his life. Darkness came crashing down on his mind but still he fought it back with as much strength as he could. Something inside of him ripped and tore. His magic screamed and lashed out around him.
When he next became aware of the real world he was curled up on the wet dirt. His stomach heaved and the minimal contents of it came up. Every muscle ached and every move was agony, but he didn't have the luxury of recovery time.
He rarely ever did.
He looked around franticly and found him laying there. A little boy, no more then five years old was unconscious near his left hip.
Tom Riddle. A small and innocent Tom Riddle.
There had been a time when he and Hermione had argued about this moment. A time when he had said he would kill this child no matter what she said, but now Tom Riddle was all that he had.
He picked up the boys tiny body and laid him in the middle of the rune circle that he'd drawn in his own blood, and then stepped in next to him.
As he uttered the first part of the spell the Dark lord appeared with blazing red eyes and began to fire spell after spell at the barrier.
It shuddered as visible cracks formed in the dome. Lights flashed and with one well placed killing curse it shattered and rained down like fine shards of glass.
It didn't matter though, because the pair were already gone leaving behind nothing but perfectly round scorch mark on the cold earth.
