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Key
"Spoken aloud"
Spoken internally or mind speak
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Chapter 2... World 12...
Three days later and Revan woke up in his room fully recovered from his dimensional traverse, the pain and energy drain associated with moving to a new universe was becoming familiar, and his recovery time lessening, but it was still not a pleasant experience by anyone's definition. His mind wandered back to the day when Fawkes had come to him and asked him to take up his mercenary lifestyle. Even now nearly two years later it was still seared into his mind like a hot poker thrust into his brain...
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Origin World...
...Dawn on the day after the final confrontation with Voldemort outside the main entrance to Hogwarts, everywhere you looked bodies and parts of bodies scattered in the grim finality of death, mixed in with the charred remains of Hogwarts defences, the front of the once proud castle reduced to rubble. Harry as he was still known then, wandered the battle listlessly, searching for those he loved. First he found Remus, the brave werewolf had battled his nemesis Fenir and won only to be crushed by a giant, lovingly Harry arranged Remus' body into a more dignified position, tears streaming down his face. Looking up he gasped and scrambled forward to two bodies slumped together almost as if they were hugging, Ron and Hermione, struck down by the killing curse, his too closest friends gone. He blacked out briefly in the sudden wash of pain and anguish, this wasn't how it was supposed to end, not like this. Vision still fading in and out he started search frantically for one other face, barely even feeling the stabbing shafts of pain as he recognised other faces, Luna, Neville, Professor McGonagall, the Wesley twins and their parents, Hagrid, and so, so many others. And then he saw it, the still lifeless form, her red hair draped delicately across her face, Ginny.
With a scream of pure soul-felt pain he hurled himself to her, gathering her body to him, cradling her calling her name over and over.
"Ginny!, no No NO!!" he screamed, the one person he couldn't live without, wouldn't live without, was gone. Tears streaming down his face, a strange keening noise in the background, (he was still screaming, he just wasn't aware of it anymore), Harry reached into his robes and took out his wand, pointing it at his chest he took a deep breath and focused all of his pain...
"AVADA KEDA...!"
"STUPTEFY!" a voice suddenly screamed, and Harry slumped into oblivion.
Two days later when he awoke he was in St Mungo's, strapped to the bed, his wand nowhere in sight. He felt numb, suspiciously so. Shortly after he awoke a Mediwizard entered and started checking him over.
"Why am I a prisoner, and why am I drugged?"
"I'm sorry Mr Potter, but its for your safety, you are considered too high a suicide risk at the moment," the Mediwizard said looking sad "you are being administered regular calming potions in addition to the healing potions used to repair all the spell damage you suffered at the Battle of Hogwarts"
"Battle of Hogwarts!" Harry snorted "massacre more like!" the strange enforced calmness was making him irritable. "Were there... Did anyone else survive?"
The man paused looking sombre and sighed deeply, "You may as well know, you'll find out soon enough anyway. No not many survived, the first and second years go out in time of course, but the third years guarding them while they got to the floo point were almost all killed, five fourth years lived although one is in a coma, I don't know their names, of the fifth years no survivors, seventh the same, and you are the only survivor of the sixth year's. No teachers lived."
Harry sagged back in the bed, staggered by the scale of the tragedy, but how else was an attack on a school by an army of Dark Wizards possibly going to turn out. If the Ministry had actually sent help things might have been different, if Dumbledore had been allowed to play it straight and thereby prepare everyone for the harsh reality to come, rather than a select few, things could have been different, but they weren't. Instead the Ministry had killed them all with well intentioned kindness, seeking to protect everyone from the harsh realities of the world in which they lived. .
Over the next few weeks they kept him restrained and drugged to prevent him from trying to kill himself, although not even the drugs could hold the pain of Ginny's loss at bay, nor the anger from lashing out when a Ministry official stupidly tried to give him some pathetic award. His magic lashed out and flung the hapless flunky out of the room and sent him tumbling down the corridor like a sack of laundry down a flight of stair. After that they left him alone.
Harry, Harry, awaken fledgling...
Bleary eyed Harry mumbled "What, who's there?" It was the middle of the night and the room was dark.
It is I fledgling.. Suddenly in a burst of flame Fawkes appeared on his chest.
"Ahhh! Fawkes, don't do that! You gave me a heart attack!" a thought crossed his mind "hey I thought you were dead?"
Fawkes somehow managed to look indignant I'm a Phoenix Harry, we don't die remember.
"Ah right, yeah sorry" Harry mumbled, "It's not that I'm not pleased or anything but why are you here?"
I have come to give you a reason to live fledgling, you still intend to kill yourself given the first opportunity do you not? The Phoenix looked mournfully at Harry, tears appearing in its eyes, I feel your pain little one, I know how your heart feels, but it is not your time to follow those who have passed on, not yet your time to follow Her.
Even through the drugs Harry felt his heart convulse as he thought of those who had gone, who had left him behind, of Her, Ginny. He grimaced even just thinking her name was an agony, they had such a short time together, two incredible years, suddenly a idea struck him.
"Fawkes shouldn't I be dead? I mean what about the soul bond, from what I heard I should be dead too." Ginny and Harry had developed a soul bond in the beginning of his second year, an almost mythical attachment, and incredibly rare, where two souls literally intertwined becoming permanently fused together. Under Wizarding law it had meant Ginny had become his wife, but they had decided to hold off on a formal ceremony until after they had left school.
You are not dead fledgling because she refuses to allow it.
"Ginny what?"
Allow me to explain everything little one, and pay attention we do not have much time. Harry nodded for Fawkes to continue. You have not died because you still have yet to complete your destiny, he raised a wing to fall stall any protest, yes it was your destiny to defeat Voldemort, but not just this Voldemort, all of them. Seeing his confusion the Phoenix continued. There are more world than you can imagine Harry, each of them subtly different to this one, and there are some, twenty in total, in which Voldemort reigns unopposed. In those world's for what ever reason no Harry Potter survived long enough to bring down Voldemort and they have become dark places indeed. I and my counterparts on each of these worlds have worked a great magic to allow you to travel to each of them to kill Tom Riddle and ensure that they have a chance of a future. Now before you protest that you have done your part and you don't care, many those who you have lost, are still living on these worlds, but unless someone comes and helps them they will not be for much longer. Your friends and those who would have been your family, and even Ginny exist in some form on those worlds, but Harry, this is the hard part. They will not know you, or trust you, or have any feelings for you, they are the same but different, it will be hard, but it is your destiny and most importantly She wishes you to do it as well.
"Ginny does?" he said in astonishment?
She came to us fledgling, told us of your destiny, told us what to do, and told me to tell you that she will be with you always, even if you do not feel it, and when your task is done you will be together again.
Harry sank back into his pillows astounded, is this true he asked in his heart? Ginny is this what you really want me to do? A warm breeze caressed his face and for a moment he could almost swear he smelt the intoxicating scent of her hair. It was real. She wanted it. That was good enough for him, he would kill these other mouldering bastards and then he could rest in peace.
"Ok Fawkes I believe you, I'll do it. Now get me out of these restraints, I need to prepare something's before we go." Where before there was only despair and death in Harry's eyes, now there was a new look, a predatory glare quite unlike anything anyone would have seen in him before. They were they eyes of a hunter, of a fanatic, they were the eyes of death...
Two days later, on the headland above the windswept cliffs of Dover and he was ready. New clothes of the finest dragon hide, spell-shield gauntlets, and several magically shrunk trunks containing the bulk of his resources from Gringots, and a large collection of spell book and potions. In his sleeve his wand, and a new spare one as well. He also carried two rather unusual weapons, Griffindor's sword in a magical sheath that shrunk it to the size of a dagger, and a basilisk tooth from the chamber of secrets, mounted in a handle like a dagger now by clever Goblin craft masters, silver and jade serpents entwining together, beautiful and deadly. He knew that he may need to destroy horcruxes once more, and that these were the two weapons that could actually do it. He whistled and Hedwig alighted on his shoulder.
"Ok Fawkes, lets do this"
Very well fledgling, oh and this may hurt just a little...
"Wha...!" and with a flash of flame he was gone, only a large scorched circle of fused sand and rock to mark where the Boy-Who-Lived, left this world for ever.
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Interlude... World 20...
On another world far distant in time and space, a red-headed girl slept fitfully, strange dreams swirling through her mind. Harry, Harry! who was Harry, and why did she dream of his face, why did she feel his pain, why did she know he was coming, coming here.
Watching over her, a softly glowing spirit crowned with flaming hair smiled benevolently. She reached out taking an incandescent glowing rope from within her chest, and lowered it gently onto the thrashing figure. The room blazed with a light brighter than the sun as the rope fused with its new host. Her work was done, the bond had been given to its true destined one. She smiled sadly, she was going to miss him, her Harry, but they would see each other again, after, long after, she hoped. The spirit slowly faded from sight and the room returned to normal. On the bed the girl slept at peace now, dreaming a dream of hope for the first time in so long, the Champion, her Champion, was coming.
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