Ashes of the fallen.
Summary: Harry has lost all hope for the light, and is given the chance to go back in time and change history as is known in the wizarding world, a decision that will make his world turn upside down! Warnings inside! AU/OCC Time-travelling!
Warnings: Slash, Time travelling, swearing, OOC from most Characters, and I will be adding as they come! , in some chapters there will be smut, but they will be marked!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! I'm writing this for myself, and others amusement, I also don't get paid to do it ;)
Pairings: Still have to be decided, you can suggest!
This story is a variation of another one of mine called Ashes of resurrection, I don't know what I'm going to do with that story, but until then I will start with this one that came to my mind, some things I have gotten from that history as it's the MPAS, if there are doubts, I will answer them gladly!
So on with the story! Review please even if it's just to say hellu! :)
My hope in the light side had truly been lost the second Sirius had died; he was my last straw of hope for them, the only thing that could make me stay. For it had been years since I was that naive child.
Here prisoner in the muggle home, a place where no once in their right mind would have let a child to grieve the loss of a love one, was where I was. Left to the screeches of aunt petunia, and the pathetic howls of uncle Vernon.
Years had passed with a happy, naive idiotic mask of the Boy-who-lived put on for the Light side to see, I was sick and tired of them, of the injustices done on my person, not just as a child, or as an icon, but as a human being.
As soon as I had open my eyes to see that they only wanted me for two things, the first being my fame, the second destroy for once the dark forces, I had put on myself the perfect Gryffindor, icon of the light mask, and only letting the real me outside to play where I was safe, or relatively safe, from wizards, my muggle prison, meaning my aunts home.
first, they left an infant in a doorstep at midnight, with only a letter with a couple that already had a baby, and that never had met before, then said family abuses, not only physically but mentally too, of an infant of three years old and that it would not stop now that he was fifteen, starting with lying about how his parents had died, one lie of many.
Not much later he discovers that his supposed best friends had been stealing from his vaults and his money, and spying on him for Dumbledore, the only one truly loyal to him in the dorm was Neville, and from the Weasley's, well he didn't care much.
As soon as he had heard the withdrawals of money he had owled Gringotts banks, with a beautiful letter, with plenty of love -note the sarcasm…- a letter full of threats, and full of anger, that had been quickly answered by the Director of the bank, apologising profoundly, asking him to come once they had everything looked up, the meeting is tomorrow.
My summer had been like the rest of them, boring with nothing to do except chores, and beatings provided by my dearests' family members.
What had changed was that I didn't want to be that weakling hero that everyone wanted, so I had reread every book starting with the First years, making notes on the sides of my books, underlining them, until I had gotten to my six years, (The Headmaster had given me them, with the excuse that this year I couldn't go to Grimmauld Place, and that someone would collect me, like some stray dog, to go to The Station, and take the Hogwarts express).
I had been exercising, the firsts weeks, due to the nightmares, and induced insomnia, I couldn't sleep so, in the night I would exercise and increase my muscular mass and stamina, and once it was in par with an average fit for my age, I would go at five in the morning for a run, when I knew that my guard was some drunk wizard who spent the hours sleeping or in a drunken daze. I would take advantage of everyone sleeping to get something to eat, to help put some pound into my bones and at last not look as bony as I looked in the beginning of the year, and previous years.
Then in the morning I would spend them studying, and once I had given a letter to Luna and Neville, they had been able to buy for me the sets of books for Arithmancy and Runes, a set for beginners for potions, to understand them better, and another one in politics and willing to best Hermione in everything or at last be in the same level as the bookworm. Also I had ordered a set of books in Occlumency and Legilimency, and healing, not willing to repeat the disaster at the Ministry.
Then in the weekends I would spend them sporadically in the library or the gym, when I was neither at them, I would be at Memory Performing Arts School, a muggle school in London that teaches Filmmaking, dance, painting, acting, singing…..
Saturday morning I started at six in the morning with Fitness Dance, followed by jazz classes and theatre classes, and then, in the evenings I did art, which include many different ways of painting and drawing depending on the cultures until late in the night, It was in muggle London, not far from the community that I lived in surrey and there were some wizards, which weren't that many, and we had formed a beautiful friendship, once I had made sure that they wouldn't recognize who I was, seeing as I had changed much from the end of the year.
Dean went there too and he was the only one that had half recognized me and I had confessed, which now that I think about it, it was pretty obvious, seeing as he was an obsessed with drawing, he was after all the one who draw that amazing lion that was displayed proudly in the common room of Gryffindor.
Dean and I had formed a beautiful friendship that summer, we hadn't been very close at Hogwarts, because I didn't have many close friends apart from Ron and Hermione, which I think was one of the headmaster orders, if the hero was as insolated as ever… well better not thing about that anymore.
I had found out that Dean and Seamus had been dating since fourth year and they were inseparable.
And that was how the course of my life had started to change.
. . . . Time change . . . .
It was time to head to Gringotts, and it had been relatively easy to sneak out of the house. I had left at five in the morning, the meeting being at nine in the morning, and I had used that time to purchase some clothes that finally fitted me.
Not seeing anyone from the order I calmly entered Gringotts Bank, and asked who I could identify as Griphook, that I had a meeting with the Director of said bank.
He had looked surprised that I had remembered his name, and he quickly took me to the appointed office.
As soon as I entered I bowed in respect to the director, making him startle, and having me think that these poor creatures weren't that respected and underestimated.
"Director, Good morning, I was most displeased to hear that I wasn't receiving any information concerning my vaults, or that I had more than one, for that matter, and all this disaster,"
I started straight to the point, after all, time wasted is gold wasted
"I want an explanation, or I will be forced to take all my gold to another bank"
I said with a respectful voice, calm. The threat was empty, but they didn't have to know that. The director hearing that went straight to business.
"Lord Potter" he bowed too " I was disappointed to hear this mess, the goblin in charge of your vaults has been questioned and dealt with and everything is here in these portfolios, please take a seat and let's look them together, as I see we have a long day, and I hope you don't have anywhere to be any time soon.
As he said that, we spent part of the morning looking all the gold, properties, books and relics that I had accumulated over these years, and everything that had been stolen had been returned back where it belonged to. He had informed of the hearing of the will of Sirius, and that he had appointed me as his sole heir, and what did I wanted to do with the Black fortune, as I saw it, and he advised me to merge the fortune and have only two vaults; one where all the money would lay, and another for all thing material.
As it had taken all day and we hadn't finished, they had provided an emergency room for me to sleep, once I had told them my condition.
Once they had come to serve me supper, and accidentally see my back, full of scars, they had been astonish for the atrocities committed to a child and they had forced me to go to their healer for a full scan.
Who knew that once you respected them enough and give them a chance, they could become overprotective mother hens creatures? I sure as hell didn't.
I had been all night long in the clinic. Goblins in and out of the room I had been put into.
The Director had been in the room on more than one occasion, and they wouldn't tell me anything. I suppose that when I had become rather annoying they had injected me a sleeping potion because everything became black.
In the morning I had awoken to the sight of ten goblins, only recognizing two, the Head Director of the Healers of the Clinic in the Goblin bank, and the Director of said bank, and a feel of loss surrounding me
"What…."
I said speechless
The Healers in the back of the roon giggled-yes, they had freaking giggled-
"Lord Potter, your healing history is a mess, don't you have a healer in your school? No matter, we have been able to heal everything in you, including that piece of dark magic in your forehead, and the scar had disappear completely, I hope you can forgive us, but your scaring I your back is too old to cure completely and you will have them, albeit very faded."
He said with a solemn tone.
So that explained the feeling of loss I had, I had lived with a leech all of my life! Well, good riddance.
"Also Lord Potter" The Director added "during the healing progress –you've been sleeping a week- we've seen that your part of an ancient prophecy…"
Oh.
No.
Another one no!
The director should have seen my ashen face because he has stopped speaking once he had seen I was not entirely in the conversation.
Once I had refocused he continued.
"As we don't want the disaster that has occurred with the prophesy that your currently in, we will not tell you of what consist this in case it goes wrong. We are going to give you three alternatives. One: you forget we have had this conversation, we oblidate you and you go on with your life. But we have to warn you now that if you chose this, you won't be truly happy, and be very lonely, as your soul mate is not in its right mind in this dimension, if you want to meet with your soul mate, you will have to travel to that time, as it is…"
"Ok, then what do I have as alternatives?"
I interrupted, dammit straight to the point for merlin's sake! While I ignored the comment of me having a soul mate.
I supposed that he saw my impatient face because he went to the point
"Well the other alternative is that we sent you back in time and you change history."
"And that's it?"
"Don't be silly Mister Potter, you wanted to go straight to the problem, we gave you the answer, are you going to let us continue?"
"Yes of course, continue"
"As I was saying, we can give you two options, as you can see, we cannot send you in time as you are, because your ancestors in the potter line are always carbon copies, and you are not an exemption. One option is change your gender, and age with barely physical changes, or we could change your appearance completely without taking away your essence… so what is going to be Lord Potter?" He said with finality "whatever you choose it can be made, and it won't change the prophecy, so choose carefully, because once made the change, it will be permanent, you will have your memories of your time here, and we will give you a fast course of the time were we will send you, so you won't be lost in that time, and of course a family name, as you can't have Potter nor Black as a surname, so chose carefully"
And as soon as he had ended that explanation, the shock of the information had been too much for me and I fainted.
A/N: So, which decision will take harry? And which time will he be send? And who will be his soul mate? Leave a review with your answer! ;)
The one that I like the most will be chosen!
