A/N: I don't own anything on this story except the ideas put into it, the characters are not mine! Main characters are going to be Harry and Sirius, I don't know how this story is heading so warning for later chapters may be some Sirius/Harry moments, or other characters, wait and see.


In the middle of an open field destruction lay all around. The smell of death lingered in the air, the cause of this was the battle between The Order Of The Phoenix and Lord Voldemort. The battle was turning out to be one of the bloodiest of its time. Losses on both sides were mounting up. The Order was starting to show how out numbered they were. Kingsley Shacklebolt had fallen prey to a killing curse while protecting younger members involved in the battle. 'Mad-eye' Moody lay sprawled on the ground, a death unworthy for a man of his prestige, dead to the world after he had lost his fight with a Death Eater. No matter how many Death Eaters had died, there still seems to be three times more of them. Crabbe, Goyle, Bellatrix and other nameless Death Eaters lay dead on the floor but no-one seemed to be noticing them as the battle continued. Draco Malfoy lay on the ground with blood pouring from a head wound, slipping slowly away from life.

Over Draco's body stands his attacker, Harry Potter with a look of anger etched on his face. He looks around to see what is going on, he notices the individual battles. Remus Lupin and Severus Snape are not from Harry, they look like they're both equally matched and neither were giving up. Further from Harry is a battle between Arthur Weasley and Lucius Malfoy, both sending spells like bullets at each other. Harry suddenly notices his two best friends Hermione and Ron are in trouble and neither of them noticed as Lord Voldemort slowly walks towards them.

Harry ran as fast as his little legs would let him towards his friends, but it was too late, Hermione and Ron both screamed in agony as they were mercilessly tortured, after a few moments which seem to last a lifetime the screams stop.

"Harry, you can stop your pitiful friends from suffering. I'll leave them alive if you give me your life, a small sacrifice. Deal or no deal?"

Hermione and Ron both screamed out to Harry

"You're the only one who can kill Voldemort Harry don't die for us" whispered Hermione.

"Oh do shut up you two! Just give me your life Harry, or else watch your friends be tortured just like pathetic Longbottom's parents were."

Harry stood there wondering what to do, then he realised what he had to do. He has to do what his mother did for him.

"Hermione, Ron you're the greatest friends I could wish for, be safe with my death. I love you both, bye."

Harry dropped his wand to the ground, even though no sound was made by his wand dropping, everyone turned to watch. The Order members who realised what was happening hung their heads, as they knew the battle was over. Harry got down on his knees and looked Voldemort straight in the eyes and smiled. Maybe his death will give his friends a little longer to live and even hopefully save them, it is worth the risk to Harry.

Voldemort smiled back at Harry and then laughed.

"Harry that was a moving speech; Are you hoping that I spare your life? Your words mean nothing, Avada Kedavra."

An evil grin spread across Lord Voldemort's snake-like face, as Harry's body fell lifelessly to the ground. Cries break the silence as The Order mourn the loss of Harry. Hermione and Ron were full of guilt, they apparated back to the headquarters to figure out what to do next. Voldemort celebrated by going to the ministry of magic and announces that Harry Potter, the so called 'chosen one' is dead.

While all this was happening, Harry started to feel his body stop spinning and land on solid ground. Something was different, but what? Was he dead? He could feel the ground below him, it felt exactly like before, but something was different about it. He lay on the ground, hoping his eyes would adjust to the light. Do you still feel things when you're dead? Is this what happens when you die? He thought to himself. His eyes finally adjusted and he opened them to find that he's not dead after all. The surrounding area he was in didn't look like heaven or hell, but it wasn't the field he was fighting in before, something was different. How could he still be alive after all that had happened? He needed answers, but the problem was, where would he find them?


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