Chapter One
Ashes. That's all that is left of the once grandly built school that had survived since the founders had created it well over a thousand years ago. Ashes and memories, memories of the students who wandered it well walked corridors and memories of battles fought to keep the school from the clutches of those who would wish to defile it. In one final battle of what some call the second war Hogwart's was shaken to it's very foundation as the Heir of Slytherin fought the Heir of Gryffindor in what was to be mortal combat. In the end the side of Light had triumphed, but neither side truly won.
'Was it worth it?' Harry thought to himself as he looked around the remains of what had once been Hogwart's. 'Did the end truly justify the means in this bloody battle between good and evil. Was this final victory for the light worth the price that had been payed in blood. The families torn apart, the lives cut so tragically short by a war over the very survival of both wizarding and muggle worlds alike.'
Some of Harry's closest friends numbered among those killed in the final clash between good and evil. Ron and Hermoine fought against overwhelming odds to give a group of first year slytherins a chance to escape to evacuation points located in Hogsmeade. They died in each others arms, their bodies ravaged by unforgivables. Ginny Weasley died while trying to hold the main hall in hogwarts. She was hit by a reducto curse, leaving a gaping whole in what was her chest. Snape, better known as Snivellus, proved his true loyalty when he through himself infront of a killing curse to save Harry once more from what would have been a sure death. The entire Order of the Phoenix was summoned to the school to try to push back the assault, but their attempt, though valiant, would be in vain. Remus Lupin in particular viciously slashed through hordes of death eaters in his controlled werewolf form, thanks to an improved wolfsbane potion, taking down a large swathe before Wormtail caught him in a full body bind and plunged his silver hand through Lupin's heart, killing him instantly.
It seems though, that the death that grieved him the most, was that of Nymphadora Tonks. They had began seeing each other a two monthes before the start of Harry's seventh year at school. She was the only other person that he had come to love since his godfather, Sirius Black, had lost his life in battle almost 2 years ago. Tonks was killed at the hands of none other than Lord Voldemort himself. This had been the final straw for Harry, the one last thing needed to ignite the hatred that had been growing for almost 8 years. Upon seeing the defiled body of Nymphadora infront of a cackling Voldemort, Harry raised his wand and uttered the most powerful curse he had been taught "Animus Annihilare". What almost seemed to be a small black hole shot from the end of Harry's wand and struck Voldemort square in the chest. At first it seemed as if the spell had failed, but then Voldemort's body begin to eerily glow black as it began to slowly fade from exsistence. A second light surrounded what was left of Voldemort's spirt and he slowly faded from exsistence, never again to trouble the wizarding or muggle world. As Harry begin to once again if it was worth it he heard a voice beckon to him from the one of the last remaining columns. "Harry," called what looked to be a severly weakened Dumbledore "Harry come here, I need to tell you something." moaned Dumbledore, clutching a hideous looking wound at his side. "What is it that you need to tell me Albus" Harry said, almost sounding defeated. "I know what you are thinking Harry and I must agree. The price paid this day is far to great for this final victory. Only a handful are left alive at my beloved school, the escape route to Hogsmeade was ambushed by death eaters and all by a handful of the students remain alive. This must not be allowed to happen. As much as I dislike what I am about to tell you Harry, it must be done. You must travel back in time, you must rewrite history to prevent the complete destruction of the wizarding world in Britain. There is a spell that can take you back 3 years so that you may alter the time line enough to prevent this tragedy. Here fix this crystal onto the end of your wand so that you will have the power require to cast the spell." Albus reached deep into his robes and retrieved a gold and crimson crystal and handed it to Harry. "Do you understand what you must do Harry" said Albus. "Yes, I shall try my best old friend" Harry said as he looked upon the man whom he cared for as a grandfather knowing he was going to die far too soon. "The incantation for the spell is " and then Albus began to cougly violently as blood began to seep from the corner of his mouth "Tempus Vehere" as he gasped and finally fell over dead. Knowing what he had to do, Harry fixed the crystal to the end of his wand and while pointing at himself he yelled "TEMPUS VEHERE". Then everything went black as he felt a familar tug at his navel.
Ashes. That's all that is left of the once grandly built school that had survived since the founders had created it well over a thousand years ago. Ashes and memories, memories of the students who wandered it well walked corridors and memories of battles fought to keep the school from the clutches of those who would wish to defile it. In one final battle of what some call the second war Hogwart's was shaken to it's very foundation as the Heir of Slytherin fought the Heir of Gryffindor in what was to be mortal combat. In the end the side of Light had triumphed, but neither side truly won.
'Was it worth it?' Harry thought to himself as he looked around the remains of what had once been Hogwart's. 'Did the end truly justify the means in this bloody battle between good and evil. Was this final victory for the light worth the price that had been payed in blood. The families torn apart, the lives cut so tragically short by a war over the very survival of both wizarding and muggle worlds alike.'
Some of Harry's closest friends numbered among those killed in the final clash between good and evil. Ron and Hermoine fought against overwhelming odds to give a group of first year slytherins a chance to escape to evacuation points located in Hogsmeade. They died in each others arms, their bodies ravaged by unforgivables. Ginny Weasley died while trying to hold the main hall in hogwarts. She was hit by a reducto curse, leaving a gaping whole in what was her chest. Snape, better known as Snivellus, proved his true loyalty when he through himself infront of a killing curse to save Harry once more from what would have been a sure death. The entire Order of the Phoenix was summoned to the school to try to push back the assault, but their attempt, though valiant, would be in vain. Remus Lupin in particular viciously slashed through hordes of death eaters in his controlled werewolf form, thanks to an improved wolfsbane potion, taking down a large swathe before Wormtail caught him in a full body bind and plunged his silver hand through Lupin's heart, killing him instantly.
It seems though, that the death that grieved him the most, was that of Nymphadora Tonks. They had began seeing each other a two monthes before the start of Harry's seventh year at school. She was the only other person that he had come to love since his godfather, Sirius Black, had lost his life in battle almost 2 years ago. Tonks was killed at the hands of none other than Lord Voldemort himself. This had been the final straw for Harry, the one last thing needed to ignite the hatred that had been growing for almost 8 years. Upon seeing the defiled body of Nymphadora infront of a cackling Voldemort, Harry raised his wand and uttered the most powerful curse he had been taught "Animus Annihilare". What almost seemed to be a small black hole shot from the end of Harry's wand and struck Voldemort square in the chest. At first it seemed as if the spell had failed, but then Voldemort's body begin to eerily glow black as it began to slowly fade from exsistence. A second light surrounded what was left of Voldemort's spirt and he slowly faded from exsistence, never again to trouble the wizarding or muggle world. As Harry begin to once again if it was worth it he heard a voice beckon to him from the one of the last remaining columns. "Harry," called what looked to be a severly weakened Dumbledore "Harry come here, I need to tell you something." moaned Dumbledore, clutching a hideous looking wound at his side. "What is it that you need to tell me Albus" Harry said, almost sounding defeated. "I know what you are thinking Harry and I must agree. The price paid this day is far to great for this final victory. Only a handful are left alive at my beloved school, the escape route to Hogsmeade was ambushed by death eaters and all by a handful of the students remain alive. This must not be allowed to happen. As much as I dislike what I am about to tell you Harry, it must be done. You must travel back in time, you must rewrite history to prevent the complete destruction of the wizarding world in Britain. There is a spell that can take you back 3 years so that you may alter the time line enough to prevent this tragedy. Here fix this crystal onto the end of your wand so that you will have the power require to cast the spell." Albus reached deep into his robes and retrieved a gold and crimson crystal and handed it to Harry. "Do you understand what you must do Harry" said Albus. "Yes, I shall try my best old friend" Harry said as he looked upon the man whom he cared for as a grandfather knowing he was going to die far too soon. "The incantation for the spell is " and then Albus began to cougly violently as blood began to seep from the corner of his mouth "Tempus Vehere" as he gasped and finally fell over dead. Knowing what he had to do, Harry fixed the crystal to the end of his wand and while pointing at himself he yelled "TEMPUS VEHERE". Then everything went black as he felt a familar tug at his navel.
