Harry Potter Fanfiction Novel
Prophecy's Child
BeautifulAlice
Summary: The war was over-the light lost. So how come Harry finds himself still alive and in the house of…Hufflepuff? Strange tidings, new magic, and an alternate reality.
Rated: M for mature themes, language, violence, etc. [Further warnings WILL be included within chapters.]
Author's Notes: Originally, I had already typed around 80 pages worth on this story, and had quite a bit of it started. However, my computer crashed, meaning I had to go and do it all over again. [I think I just have bad luck with computers, because this has happened to me almost FOUR TIMES in the past two/three years.] Therefore, annoyed as I was, I quickly typed up chapters 0-3 and am now posting the first two. I hope you enjoy the story, regardless of it being unbeta'd. Oh, and that other story that's taken a LONG time for an update? There's going to be one shortly, I promise you that.
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Preface:
The world was ended.
The entire world turned to ash, almost a year after Voldemort had destroyed Hogwarts for good. Dumbledore died, McGonagall died, and almost everyone that Harry knew died. Harry became a general, of sorts, the leader of a broken resistance. Harry had more than his fair share of suffering, watching as-one by one-each of his close friends and family died…in dark ways than anyone could have ever imagined.
First Ron died, and he and Hermione mourned his loss more than anyone else, perhaps. Then the Weasley family was slowly killed off. Followed by Susan and Neville, then Luna and the Creevery brother, and soon after that, Hermione…it was rapidly growing into a graveyard instead of a battle field. Harry soon grew numb, to the point that where someone died, he just hardly batted an eyelash. Of course, there was one person who he soon counted on to survive more than any other, one that stayed close to him and helped him more than any other had ever done for him-Severus Snape.
Snape had grown to the point where he was alarmed enough to change sides utterly and completely-to the point where after Dumbledore's man, he became Harry's. Harry, at first, hated this. He had hated Snape with a passion, similar to that of James Potter against Snape. But then, after learning Snape's love of his mother and finding that Snape was actually just heartbroken and wishing for a different path of things, Harry slowly began to tolerate the man. And then, Snape was the last out of all of Harry's pathetic little army. Snape, who kept him sane and kept him going despite all the death and suffering that, surrounded Harry. Harry was grateful for this; he expressed it as often as he could, in any way possible.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
Snape and Harry got caught while doing potions of healing in the basement that had survived the battlefield from Hogwarts. Snape, distracted, hadn't noticed his early warning system going up. The Death Eaters caught up with them, and while Snape was tortured into death, Harry fled and managed to escape, hiding in the fields of ash and black smoke that rose from the graves of all his friends and family and those that he knew.
After being caught by the Death Eaters a week into his escape, they tortured him, and laughed at him, and just as Harry was thinking of giving up…a miracle happened. He fell unconscious…and then woke up into a new world, one that was filled with light, laughter, and peace.
The only question was-why?
Why had he been sent there, just as he'd been about to die and join those that he cared about, those that he wanted to be with more than anything? Determined to discover the answers, he watched...and learned.
Authors Notes: Basically, this is just the backstory. I didn't even have this in the original version, but decided I'd best explain some things right off, just in case. Next chapter is going to be posted almost immediately after this one.