Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me yada yada yada

This is my first fic so pity the noobie :) got a bit of this planned in my head

After battling Voldomort in the DoM harry gets thrown into a world where things aren't quite the same, deaths that never happened, plans never enacted and loyalties never expected. Now with both sides out for his blood Harry must find a way to save himself, those he cares about and the world. In the end harry will need the help of an unexpected ally, lies that spread to both friend and foe and the death of another.

This is Harry James Potter's path to redemption.

Remus ran over to James, out of breath he panted "James, listen, we have a problem"

James turned to respond, raised his head to look up at the full moon and back to Remus "Shouldn't you be howling about now?"...

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Sat at his usually seat on the Gryffindor table, the one at the very end, Harry stared at the famous Hogwarts Halloween feast, not hungry in any way. His skin had taken pasty white colour whist his left hand showed a more angry red tone; back hunched his right hand was clutched round his stomach. He had been feeling progressively worse throughout the day. Harry had always hated Halloween.

Suddenly, needing to vomit Harry threw himself away from the table onto the floor of the Great Hall, his arms shacking in effort to keep his torso of the ground and out of the stinking bile.

...

"Exactly, this practically never happens, there's only a few possible reasons..." Seeing the joy spreading over James face, Remus just shook his head "no James, I'm not cured"

James tensed up, sub-consciously taking a step back and looked Remus in the eye "should I be worried?"

"Not by me"...

...

"Evan?" Trying to pick himself up off the ground Harry looked at Amy who as making her way towards him "Are you ok? Here let me help" Somehow She had worked her way under his arm and was leading him out of the stunned and silent Hall. As they entered the entrance hall Harry fell, his veins burning as if they were on fire. Amy could see the fear on Harry's face and knew she had to help him, she bent down to help him back up, however Harry was already attempting to stand but instead of making his way towards the hospital wing as one would think he was stumbling to get out onto the grounds.

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"Even today no-one fully understands lycanthropy James, not even myself; but what I can tell you is that every first transformation more... effort is needed on the wolfs part. The more energy the wolf exerts on the host the less for others."

"So you're telling me, that somewhere close by some poor sod is trying to resist their first transformation." James received no response for the shocked Remus "Moony come on, you're acting like Lilly did when I told her how I fixed the bed using muggle tools, I'm smarter than I look"

"Not exactly hard Prongs" muttered Remus. If James heard it he let it slide.

"Enough Jibba Jabba, we need to find them and fast". James had already begun running along the empty corridors of Halloween feast Hogwarts.

"I knew, I should have never shown him how to work a TV". Catching up with James, Remus slowed for a second, "Prongs, about the bed, how in Merlins name did you break it"

James just smiled...

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The Hogwarts grounds where bathed in the beautiful sliver moonlight, however as the famous grand doors of Hogwarts opened the sky began to blacken with thick clouds. Pushing off the frame of the door and practically rolling down the steps Harry had barely made it ten meters before collapsing onto his knees screaming in utter agony. Loose magic arched off of him and started to feed the clouds above. The lightning adding to the light show, Harry's arms spread out wide his face facing towards the spectacular display, the noise now coming from his mouth sounded to the crowd so unnatural and incredibly painful. But to Harry the pain was just that and he knew he could handle it, no, what really chilled him down to the bone where the changes he began to feel deforming his body and that... presence, which had began to dominate his very will. That was why he screamed...


Pushing herself out of her bright green armchair a misty eyed blonde walked over to the nearby fireplace. Fishing amongst the pile of bottle caps, corks, safety pins and the odd tattered notebook, the young woman found her prize. Throwing the fine powder into the fireplace.

"Delacour residence". After diving headfirst into the green flames the young woman found herself looking up into the large round eyes of a house elf, a most unusual position for any magic folk.

"Hello, would you be so kind as to fetch Fleur, little elf, tell her it's Luna". The astonished elf who was looking down, speechless at the appearance and attire of this 'Luna' disappeared. Luna did not have to wait long as she heard soft footsteps approaching her field of vision.

"Luna" greeted Fleur in her pleasant musical voice

"Hello Fleur, there was no reason to dress up to talk to me" commented Luna. Fleur looked down at her dress, smoothing out the creases as she did so; personally she thought the dark blue colour suited her eyes and the strapless flowing design added to her figure, this was not mere 'dressing up' to her.

"Farther is entertaining the French Magical Minister, 'zis is an important occasion, I apology but my time is short." She hated to be so curt to Luna but this meeting had been set up for over a month and had connotations for the war against You-know-who.

"Its apologise Fleur, and as to this lovely chat I'm sorry Fleur but I need a favour"

"Luna, I can not help now, my Family is counting on me playing my part, I'm sorry. I will contact you tomorrow"

"It's Harry"

"'Arry?"

"Oui", Luna's response caused Fleur to lightly smile, she couldn't help it, Luna had that effect on everyone, however the knowledge that Harry needed help was concerning to say the least.

"I need you to get to the ninth floor of the Ministry of Magic in London" continued Luna "Harry's life is about to get very complicated and getting bitten by a werewolf won't help him much."

"You saw 'zis?"

"Yes, and remind him that the future isn't set in stone" Fleur was already making her way out of the room, her footsteps not so soft anymore; but she couldn't exactly run in heels now could she.

"Fleur, also tell him the Voldomort is allied with the Wrackspurts". Not sure if the French girl heard her Luna pulled her head out of the fire, stood and massaged her knees. Walking off to make a nice cup of Herbal tea she began to hum to a tune that only ever existed in her head.

Within moments of leaving Luna, Fleur was already entering the dining room. Smaller than you think the room was often used for more personal meetings rather than the larger room, used for bigger events. The room's soft red carpet muffling the noise of the Veela's heels as she made her way along the ornate mahogany table she attracted the attention of her mother.

"All went well with your friend I trust" Apolline asked, earning the attention of her Father and the Minister whose family could not be present. Gabrielle was still much to entertained by her meal than was healthy, her obliviousness ignored.

"Unfortunately mother, not as well as I would have liked". After prompting for her father she continued, "I have received news that a close friend of mine is in very serious trouble within the British Ministry of Magic". Fleur could tell that shocked most present even without the quiet but audible gasps.

"And what exactly did your 'friend' do against the British Ministry?" The Minister himself asked this question, after considering his earlier discussion with Monsieur Delacour he added "Surely you do not associate with a 'Death Eater'?" Fleur looked at the minster, noting for what must have been the tenth time this evening that his beard was now longer than her fathers, then she thought about what he had insinuated about Harry and was unable to hold in a giggle. Her father noticed this,

"What is so amusing about this Fleur?"

With a beaming smile she responded "Nothing, unless you count accusing Harry Potter of being a death eater", Fleur noticed that Gabrielle now found her food of considerable less interest. "I never said he was in trouble with ministry but at the ministry. Voldomort is attacking and Harry needs my help" she knew that after that bombshell was the perfect time to leave. "So I will take my leave now, Father, Mother, Minister" and with a wink to Gabrielle she turned and marched straight out of the room.

Around the table silence reigned for a sizeable period of time, longer than any party would care to admit, until it was broken by the Minister.

"You raised her well, her actions are most admirable, and I get the feeling she has fought battles alongside Potter before. Has he taken her under his wing?" Monsieur Delacour was suspired but pleased by the Ministers response, now knowing the situation could play to his advantage, but before he could comment Gabrielle cut in.

"They train together often, Harry being one of handful whose doesn't turn to mush when around Fleur training, training gear is particularly flattering"

"Gabrielle!" Apolline astonished cried out. Gabrielle, who had the decency to blush, missed the men's chuckles and continued.

"Anyway they met during the tri-wizard tournament, and when Harry saved me they became friends. Oh, oh, and Harry said that he wouldn't train me when I asked him but said he would in a few years". The smile plastered over her face didn't even dim when she mentioned the books Harry had set her to read.

Looking over to her husband Apolline whispered "I think we have a first crush on our hands"

Voldomort had attacked the Ministary. Harry didn't know why, but then again did the Dark Lord need a reason, all he knew was he had to leave a particularly nice chat in a particularly nice pub with particularly nice girl. Harry, as anyone one who has been in this position, was annoyed. Seriously annoyed. Whilst the majority of the order was attempting to protect the staff and assisting the Aurors with the defence of the Ministry, Harry was attempting to slow Voldomort down and prevent him getting or doing what he had planned. Not too easy considering no one knew what he was trying to do. Harry thought that with all the spies the order had at least one would have an idea, but no, not even a vague rumour.

Harry knew Voldomort was already in the Department of Mysteries and was pumping magic into his body to get there as fast as possible on the dark polished granite. Ahead of him, in a burst of flame Fawkes appeared dropping something to the ground, only to give a sound of warning as Harry was tackled into the wall. Winded yet still cursing himself for not focusing enough Harry pushed off the wall to find himself face to face with a rather eager set of teeth.

"God dam werewolf". The stench was foul; as it howled the strands of saliva clinging to the inside of its mouth were blown forward along with bits of meat straight onto his face.

"Arrggghh, crap!"