Disclaimer: I do not own Harry! JKR does!
A/n: This is the rewritten version of a whole new world!
Chapter1: The End of the War
Throw your dreams into space, as a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back: a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country. Anais Nin
On the ground, twisted carnage told the story of a battle that raged all night and into the early hours of the morning. Angry Flames, yet to be extinguished, licked the sky as they spread from building to building. Blood ran in rivulets between the cobblestones and pooled in ponds of dark crimson. Rubble littered the streets along with bodies. Bodies of men, women, and children were scattered about as if dropped from the sky.
Ashley Potter walked among these bodies searching for ones she knew. Her knee dipped into a small pool of blood as she knelt down beside a body laying face down. Bracing herself for the inevitable, she carefully rolled the body onto its back. A mess of golden hair matted down by blood obscured the face. Ashley shoved the hair to the side to reveal a pair of cloudy brown orbs gazing lifeless into the morning sky. She stared into the eyes that had once held mischief and good humor, now they held nothing.
"Moony-" she choked out as her hand swept over his eyes closing them for the last time.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she struggled to her feet. The ghastly scene in front of her swam for a moment as she struggled to fight off the dizziness and fatigue that threatened to overcome her. Once the world set itself right again, she moved on to the next body. A few yards away she came across another body but this one had red hair. Turning it over, she bit back a sob. The world came to a halt as the ashen face revealed itself.
"Oh, Mrs. Weasley," Ashley whispered collapsing against her surrogate mother and buried her face in her hair.
Several minutes passed as she lay curled up against the dead woman. Tears soaked the hair covering her face and the robes Mrs. Weasley wore. Quiet footsteps sounded behind her, and a heavy hand rested upon her shoulder.
"Come on Ash,"
Her emerald eyes peered up into two identical green eyes. She sighed as Harry helped her up.
The two walked slowly between both bodies and fragments of buildings. Other survivors of the final battle emerged to survey the damage and identify the dead. Earlier that morning Harry and Ashley had succeeded in finally defeating Lord Voldemort after a long night of battle. The death of a much-feared figure in the wizarding world should have been met with celebration. However, many were finding it difficult to celebrate when everything was in shambles. Hogsmeade was not the only wizarding town to be destroyed, and the wizarding world had much to repair. While the wizarding world suffered irreversible loss, the muggle world did not escape unscathed. London was by far the worst of all places being ripped practically apart by trolls, giants, Jytars, and dementors. Thousands upon thousands of muggles perished in the destruction.
Many deaths had occurred over the night, and Ashley and Harry struggled to keep the haunting images at bay. Images they are certain will be with them for the rest of their lives. To lose so many lives bringing down a single person almost seemed futile and pointless. However, both knew that it needed to be done. Towards the end of Voldemort's reign of terror, he had succeeded in overtaking not only Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic, but also Hogwarts.
Harry gazed sadly at the dark castle, now shadowed in a black cloud off in the distance. The place that had once been his home now will forever remain a breeding ground for dark magic. Memories from that fateful night clawed at his consciousness as echoes of panicked screams resonated in his mind. Death eaters and students who had betrayed the light had cast Unforgivable curses carelessly in those hallways. Many had died that night and many died after that night. A certain painful memory surfaced in Harry's mind as he stared at the ruined castle.
The screams of his best friend still echoed in his head at night. Screams that Harry was sure he would never be able to forget. Visions of Ron's body twisting uncontrollably as he was tortured to the point of insanity plagued his mind. Ron's death had hit Harry where it hurt the most, right in his already bruised heart. Voldemort had begun taking down those closest to Harry because he knew it would be those deaths that would hurt Harry the most. Unfortunately, Voldemort was right and Harry struggled everyday to survive without the support of those he loved.
Once that memory ran its course, another memory began a memory of a dark December night outside a muggle home in a small muggle town outside of London. Harry had begged Remus to take him to check on Hermione after his numerous letters had gone unanswered. When the pair arrived on the Granger's front lawn, the sickening green mark glowing mockingly above their house told him that Hermione and her parents were no longer alive. The interior of the house was ransacked and blood splatters decorated the walls as if put there by a child. Three bodies were found in the kitchen, all mutilated beyond recognition. If Ron's death haunted him while he was awake, it was Hermione's death that haunted his dreams.
A light touch brought Harry out of his memories and into the nightmare, which was the current day.
"I miss them too," Ashley, said quietly grabbing his hand.
"It's so hard to believe their gone" Harry said as tears stung his eyes
"I know, harry, they were my friends too and they haunt my every dream" Ashley said tears falling from her eyes
"I know I just wished that it didn't happen like it did" Harry whispered quietly
Before Ashley had a chance to respond, a brilliant light erupted and in front of them was….
"Fawkes" They both whispered as they saw the brilliant phoenix who they once thought died after his master died.
"Hello, young ones, I was sent to retrieve you for your next journey" The phoenix told them and oddly enough they understood him.
"Our next journey?" Ashley repeated, "You mean death?"
"I do not know what the fates hold in store for you. They have only told me to bring you to the Keeper of Dimensions who calls himself Evan Knight," Fawkes said
"Evan Knight? Keeper of Dimension?" Harry asked highly confused
"Again, I do not know, young ones, but are you willing to go to this Evan?" Fawkes asked them
The Potter twins shared a look before they held their wand tightly and nodded at the Fawkes and said, "We're ready"
"Then hold onto my feathers and good luck, Child of fire" Fawkes said looking directly at Ashley who looked shocked "Child of Ice" Fawkes added before, with a burst of fire, Ashley and Harry Potter left the face of the earth. Never to return.
A/n: I hope the rewritten version is better because I had to swallow my pride and asked my older sister to help me rewrite it. So thankx sis! And this is what she came up with actually she only did the beginning! Anyway, I hope you review! That'll make me know if you like my sister's writing and should I ask her to help me write the rest of the story! Read and review! I'll need at least 10 reviews to continue the story! Thankx
-TheLilyAndHerStag