Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That is owned by J K Rowling I am just borrowing her characters

Summary: Harry Potter has a terrifying vision of the future. Is there anything he can do to change it? Harry must delve deep into the heart and history of magic. Independent Dark Harry NOT Evil Harry, Strong Harry NOT Super Harry

Shattered Magic

Prologue:

It was dark in the Gryffindors' dorm. Outside the moon was hidden by a dense covering of clouds. It had been hours since the fifth year boys had all gone to sleep in their rows of four poster beds with dark red velvet curtains. Deep in their sleep none of the boys could feel the magic that permeated the air as it drifted throughout the room.

The magic moved to hover over the third bed on the right side of the room; the bed of fifteen year old Harry Potter. The gathering magic started to feel like ice to the sleeping boy causing him to pull the covers up to his ears and curl his knees towards his chest. However, the boy did not stir. It wasn't until the gathering magic started to flow, into him, did he rouse.

Harry eyes flew open and he thrashed around sending his covers flying to the floor. He tried to scramble out of bed and grab his wand but the magic halted his body pulling him back to sleep and into a terrible nightmare. Harry could do nothing as his mind and body were assaulted by the vision he was forced to witness. Harry clawed his hands and tried to drive his blunt finger nails into his eyes in a vain attempt to stop the onslaught of images. He scratched and scraped at the flesh sending blood flowing down his face. The magic sensing the damage gripped Harry and tore his muscles pinning him to the bed to prevent further damage.

And then as quickly as it started it was over. The magic dissipated leaving no trace that it was ever there and Harry awoke. Harry couldn't move. Every single muscle in his body was screaming in pain. He could see the movement under his skin as the muscles in his legs kept contracting. It felt as though his body was being ripped apart. He tried desperately to force air into his burning lungs. Harry was frantic. He couldn't scream, he could barely breathe and the shivering had started to set in. He was drenched in sweat; and other bodily fluids if the stench was anything to go by, and paralyzed with fear.

Ron Weasley blearily woke up from his dreams of quidditch glory with a desperate need to use the loo. Stepping out of bed he noticed Harry's covers had been thrown onto the floor. This was something he was getting use to as Harry's nightmares had him frequently thrashing. It had gotten worse since the battle at the ministry and Sirius's death. Ron quickly picked up the duvet and pulled the curtains around Harry bed back. What he saw made him scream.

"HARRY." Ron frantically reached over trying to shake his friend but Harry did not move. Harry was pale, paler than Ron ever thought was possible. His lips were a disturbing shade of blue and he was shivering violently. But it was Harry's eyes that frightened Ron the most. They were wide open, unblinking just staring straight ahead at nothing. Tears and blood were flowing down his face from wounds that looked as if Harry had tried to claw his eyes out.

Ron quickly ran over to Seamus' bed and threw the boy onto the floor.

"Bloody hell, what the hell wrong with you." Seamus shouted waking up the other boys in the dorm.

"You have to get McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey NOW." Ron told him as he dragged the boy over to Harry's bed. Seamus took one look at Harry and ran out of the dorm into the common room to use the emergency floo powder to alert his head of house of the emergency.

Within ten minutes the fifth year Gryffindor boys' dorm was full of several professors including Professor Snape, Madame Pomfrey, and the Headmaster. The Gryffindor common room was filled with half awake, panicked teenagers. And Harry Potter still had not moved.

Harry awoke and quickly took in his surroundings. He was in the Hogwarts hospital wing, surrounded by flowers, candy and stuffed toys. Harry briefly wondered if he could pretend to still be unconscious so he could have more time to process everything he had seen. He had just shut his eyes again when Madame Pomfrey walked into the room.

"Mr. Potter I see you're finally awake. You gave us all a nasty fright." She told him as she waved her wand, with its' tip illuminated like a flashlight, in front of his eyes.

"Sorry," Harry responded automatically as she moved her wand to his wrist and checked his pulse.

"No matter," she dismissed. "How are you feeling? Do you have any stiffness or lingering pain?" She asked while making various notes on his chart and waving her wand around running several diagnostics. Harry was quite familiar with her process as he had been in the hospital wing far too often for his own liking. It only took her a few minutes to run her series of diagnostic spells.

"Well everything seems to be in order; however, I would like to keep you another few days just to make sure. I've notified the Headmaster that you were awake. He should be down shortly to discuss what happened." She told him in a nice, warm voice. Harry was starting too really like Madame Pomfrey she didn't pester him with questions when he wasn't ready to talk. "Miss Granger left some school work for you on the night stand. It should give you something to do until the Headmaster arrives. And do not get out of that bed young man or I will stick you to it."

Harry however had no intention of starting his homework he had too much to think about. He knew he could not tell Dumbledore about what had happened. If what he saw was real than Dumbledore was one of the last people who should know about it.

"It was real all right." A voice spoke in his mind causing Harry to leap out of bed crouching on the floor his eyes searching frantically for both his wand and the source of the voice. "You can hear and speak to me in your mind. I am not corporeal in your reality."

"Who, what are you?" Harry thought back while grabbing his wand off of the night stand not at all reassured of the safety of the voice.

"I do not have long to talk to you. And I cannot help you. We have interfered enough as it is."

"Interfered how?" Harry asked.

"The vision we sent you. It showed the two most probable futures for this world."

"So basically we are buggered either way to Sunday. So why bother showing this to me?"

"Because you can change it," the voice told him.

"Me? I'm nothing special. I'm just Harry. It's bad enough that everyone is looking to fight Voldemort. I can't do this." Harry voice cracked he was on the verge of tears; the horrors of what he had seen in the visions were still haunting him. Worse still he was in an emotional overload from Sirius's death last week. Harry was almost looking forward to going to the Dursleys simple so he could be alone in his room or do the monotonous chores and grieve. Harry did not want to deal with anything or anyone right now. Unfortunately fate seemed to have another idea.

"You're correct. You were not special. You were born an average wizard, who would hold an average amount of magic. You were destined for mediocrity. However, in the future, as you saw, magic died. Magic doesn't just die, it shatters, and the pieces falling back through time."

"What does that have to do with ME?" Harry interrupted.

"I am getting to that. Your scar was not caused by Lord Voldemort's curse. You were cut by a broken fragment of magic. And that is why you and only you can change it. Magic itself is a part of you and magic will help you." The voice explained.

"How am I supposed to help? I don't know what to do."

"Trust in yourself and thus trust in magic and magic will lead you."

"Could you be anymore cryptic?" Harry practically shouted. That had to be the worst advice ever. How could he save magic by trusting himself?

"I do not know the path that you must travel; only that you must travel it. I do know that the first step is the visions I showed you and that you will be unable to tell anyone neither about the visions nor about your new destiny unless magic trusts that person. You are a part of magic Harry and you must learn to connect to it."

"Who are you?" Harry demanded.

"I am nothing more than a shattered fragment of magic. We wish to be whole again and only you can save us."

That was the last thing the voice told Harry. He had no time to think it over or even grasp what the voice had told him when the door to his room opened and the three people he had least wanted to see walked in and right over to his bed. Pomfrey was back and with her Headmaster Dumbledore and Snape. Harry had no idea what to tell them, all he knew was he could not tell them about his vision or the voice magic evidently just would not allow it.