Story: Restoring the Music

Pairing: I will only concentrate on Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory, Maybe hinting
at others, but they're the main ones

Warnings: Slash. Meaning boy on boy. If you don't like this, then why read it? Also, any flames will be used to make delicious cookies that I won't share with you.

Summary: This story begins with the death of Cedric Diggory, and ends with the defeat of death and the triumph of one of the truest loves that has ever existed.


From the Book of Ancients

In the days of yore, magic was not as organized as it is today. Many wizards cannot grasp at the concept of magic without incantations, verbal or otherwise. However, in its origins, magic only existed when channeled through the emotions of those who wielded it. In a secluded village whose name has been lost to the tides of time, magic ran through a few privileged villagefolk. As our race has learned many times, when power is handed to few, it is most always abused. The few who possessed the gift of magic ran the village with iron fists, and anyone who did not comply with their demands was punished with the most severe of magics. The most powerful of these early witches and wizards was a woman names Eleanor. She and her less powerful husband, Jasper, lived atop a hill overlooking the village and the expansive farmlands they controlled. Jasper was as unhappy as Eleanor was ruthless, spending half his days hiding from his "wife". Though forced to marry her, he had no say in anything that occurred in the village. Their mansion was run by an army of maids, usually older housewives from the village, and some young women thrown in for diversity.

One of these women was named Gwyneviere, a seemingly magicless young lady who was said to be the most beautiful in the village, inside and out. It didn't take long for Jasper to be taken with her, and their affair stayed deep within the shadows. However, nothing could be hidden from Eleanor for long. Eleanor concocted a tale of how she was going out into the fields to summon rain, and seemingly left for the day. Jasper and Gwyneviere snuck into one of the guest bedrooms, locked in an embrace. What they did not see was Eleanor outside the window. Her shriek shattered the glass and her smirk became more maniacal as she approached the horror stricken lovers. With a flash of light, her anger had manifested itself into a burst of magic that flowed through the air, settling upon Jasper's form. The magic converted his from a living being into one of stone. Gwyneviere fell to knees, sobs racking her body. She begged, but Eleanor had a much worse fate in store for her. With another flash, this one originating from pure hatred, Gwyneviere was tossed from the window, landing in the courtyard. However, her outer beauty had been snatched, taken by Eleanor and replaced with the form of a horrifying monster. Eleanor called the village guards to her, demanding they kill the beast for killing her husband, and with a snap of her fingers, the stone man followed the path Gwyneviere had taken, except now to be smashed on the cold, unforgiving stones of the road. The monster caught the statue and ran, deep into the forest where no humans dared venture.

The forest beasts kept away from her, mistaking her screams of a heartbroken girl with cries of an angry beast. For days the monster lamented over her lost love, crying nonstop. She gouged a hole within a great elder tree and hid herself. The pure emotions within her swirled, mixing with the magic locked deep within her, as she was a witch, unknown to all, even herself. The magic, unlocked by her pain, mixed with the tears. The tree drank the tears, and from the gouged hole a river flowed. The inside of the tree was transmuted to a shimmering crystal that bled the magic water, which engulfed the hopeless lovers. The pure emotion within Gwyneviere, mixed with the natural magic of nature, had allowed for the birth of a great magic river. The waters disappeared into a hole in the earth not far away, and were then fed back into the tree. This created a loop of enchanted water. As the water washed over Gwyneviere and the stone man, it washed away all traces of magic. The monster vanished, as did the stone man, and the two lovers embraced, tears of all sorts running down their faces. However, the magic waters had also caused the magic inside of Gwyneviere to be snuffed out, leaving her and Jasper as magicless as any normal humans.

Returning to the village hand in hand and sopping wet, they accused Eleanor of her crime. Eleanor's spells did nothing to them, the water shielding their bodies from the wicked magic that tried to reach them. With Eleanor as good as powerless, Jasper ran forward and stabbed her with a crystal dagger. Eleanor, before dying, ran her own blade into Jasper. With Eleanor dead and Jasper dying, Gwyneviere tried to summon the magic that could rescue her love. With her pure love and her willpower, her magic returned to her, called by her purity of mind and soul. From then on Gwyneviere and Jasper ran the village with kindness, and the village grew into a great and prosperous kingdom, Camelot. When Merlin came along centuries later, he assigned powerful wizards to guard the river, whose magic quenching waters could ruin society should it fall into the wrong hands.


Hermione closed the copy of the Book of Ancients she was using to write her Transfiguration essay. The subject was simple: "Find one example of a legendary transfiguration before the 14th century and explain its significance." She cared not for the actual legend of the Rio Reverso, but the founding of Camelot provided a meaningful magical event to base her essay off of. Fifth year Transfiguration was really taking a toll on Hermione, as the mentions of Transfiguration before the 15th century was extremely difficult to find. She knew Harry was doing his on Morgan le Fay, and Ron was making his up when not moping about Quidditch. Harry was deep asleep on the floor, his recurring nightmare about Cedric most likely being the cause of his tossing and turning.

With a sweet dreams spell sent towards him, she turned to her essay, sighed, and rolled it up. Ever since the death of his long time boyfriend, Harry hadn't been able to get a single night of peaceful sleep without constant charms cast on him. And ever since Ron's betrayal caused him to be a less than trustworthy person, Hermione had to sneak into the boy's dormitory every three hours to cast the spell. Not that she minded, but she didn't want to get caught in the boy's dorm at three in the morning and be called a pervert. The clock struck midnight, and she sent her books up to her room with a flick of her wrist, and turned to Harry.

"Oh Harry," she sighed, a tear running down her cheek to match his own. A mentally chanted Wingardium Leviosa lifted Harry into the air, and she ascended the steps to the 5th year boy's room, silencing the door so as not to wake the boys. Setting Harry into his bed, she tucked him in and with a last sad look on the poor boy, she left him to the one place where Harry and his love could be together.

Author's Note: This was intended to be the prologue, but I decided to add the Hermione bit as to not make this chapter pointless. Please review, and I will try to update as much as possible. Thank you for reading :)