A/N: Finally finished editing this chapter; I hope you all enjoy this since I worry it may not be well like. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Declaimer: Characters are not mine, they belong to J.K. Rowling.

The first thing he noticed was the cold, snowflakes hit his face harshly, feeling like millions of small icy daggers falling upon him. His lashes felt frozen shut as a harsh wind blew around his prone form; the sound of the wind was haunting and sent a small shiver down his spine. For a moment he idly wondered if the snow would cover him; would hide his body from the world, erasing him and his sins.

The second thing he noticed was pain. His whole body was burning with it; as if he had been thrown into the very flames of hell. His limbs felt as if they were being torn apart, flesh and muscle being ripped away just to be attached again in a cruel macabre manner. He had never felt such pain in his life, not even the crucatious could come close. He whimpered in the back of his throat, caught in his own personal hell of fire and ice.

A harsh wind blew again, ruffling his hair as more snow fell upon him, after a few moments of this harsh treatment he began to grow more aware. Slowly he breathed deeply wincing at the pain before stilling at a horrible realization.

It hadn't worked.

He was still alive.

He could feel a hysterical laugh bubbling up in his chest and bit his bottom lip harshly as to not let the sound come out. He could feel that his ribs were broken as he tried not to move; the thought of causing more unneeded pain stilling his actions.

Then again maybe he should let himself be harmed…

"How many times… will I have to use that blasted spell before it works?" he croaked before gritting his teeth as a small spasm of pain hit him.

'Fate really must hate me…' he thought glumly.

Slowly his eyes fluttered open and immediately he frowned in utter confusion. He was in an alley in Hogsmeade. Which should be impossible.

Hogsmeade had been the first to fall, after they had captured him. This… this couldn't be right.

He stood up slowly and coughed, grimacing at the blood that tainted the snow.

Yet another thing that couldn't be right. It had been summer not winter.

"Merlin." He muttered. "I must have really lost it…"

He stood up and bit his lip as to not release a groan of pain. He could hear children laughing in the back, and wondered why they seemed so cheerful.

His eyes widened when he caught sight of the blue robes of a Beauxbaton student.

He felt himself grow hysterical; he hadn't seen those robes since 1994… during that thrice damned tournament…

'What the hell?' he gritted his teeth and started limping out of the alley. The energy needed to make it out seemed nonexistent and quite a few times he had to stop himself from falling, or risk never getting up again. His ribs brushed against each other when he moved and blood dripped down slowly from his body, tainting the pure white snow. His right leg felt like it might be fractured, or even broken, but he kept on, not wanting to stop.

He felt as if he was caught in a dream as he got closer to leaving the alley. So many happy and smiling faces. He gasped when he saw a shock of red. Ron and Hermione were standing close together, laughing about something or the other. He couldn't tear his eyes away, they were alive and well… he frowned in confusion as he looked closer at them. They looked young; almost as if they were fourteen again. He couldn't tear his eyes away from everyone. Their faces were so innocent, not yet marked by war; they all laughed so freely, without a care in the world.

Tears mixed with blood fell down his face and landed softly in the snow. The snow fell in soft and gentle flurries, adding a dream like quality to the scene.

He prayed to whoever was out there that if this was a dream; please, don't let him wake up.

Looking down at himself he wondered if he also appeared younger, he couldn't really tell. After third year his body had barely grown, the malnutrition and the beatings he had suffered from at the hands of his relatives robbing him of such a chance. In the end he simply accepted that he would always be short.

A gentle face with flowing flaxen hair looked at him and froze.

He remembered her fondly, near the end she had helped him to hide from… him; never asking questions, she had accepted him and helped to heal his more fatal injuries.

"Fleur…" he tried to say, but the words wouldn't come; instead he gasp in shock as a spasm of pain ran through his body. He fell to the ground harshly and couldn't help but wince as he felt one of his ribs puncture something. He coughed harshly and choked as blood began to stain the snow around him.

He heard a scream and wondered if he looked terrifying, with all the blood around him he didn't doubt it.

A flash of light blue reached him and turned him over. Terrified blue eyes looked him over with concern and shock, the beautiful face contorting in confusion and fear.

"'ARRY!" Fleur screamed as she held the bleeding boy. "Who deed thiz to you!?"

Her accent was thick and Harry wondered if her panicking was the reason. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Ron and Hermione paling as they looked at him. Ron's mouth was opening and closing as they boy watched on in disbelief, his eyes not accepting what he was seeing, while Hermione's eyes were filled with tears as she started screaming for some teachers and adults. Various children crowded around, their faces pale as they looked at him, several screamed at all the blood and more then one vomited at the sight, it being too gruesome for them to handle.

He smiled up at Fleur's cornflower blue eyes and raised a shaky hand to her face. He frowned at the blood he left there, something so kind and pure shouldn't be tainted, especially not by the likes of him.

"I'm sorry…" his voice was soft and low; making the half veela have to bend low to hear him. Her eyes widened with fear as startled tears leaked out of her soft blue eyes. "…'Arry? Don't you give up 'Arry!"

Harry smiled at her as his hand dropped limply to the floor, he could see his friends rushing towards him, faintly he could hear Hermione screaming his name over and over again as the teachers rushed towards him and Fleur, their faces drawn and pale.

He smiled softly at his one time friend, his eyes filling with tears as he looked upon her. "Has anyone ever told you? You look like an angel…" he shook his head and smiled brightly at her, no longer feeling the pain from his body. Instead he felt oddly relaxed and peaceful. "Thank you…"

Fleur held him closer. "Thank you for what 'Arry?" Harry fell limp in her hands, his eyes softly closing; he looked almost peaceful as he lay in her arms, surrounded by blood and students as the teachers rushed forward and began trying to examine him. Fleur looked at him in disbelief. "Arry…." She looked at the small and still boy in her arms; he was pale; too pale. Her body trembled as she began to scream.

"ARRY!"

The second time Harry awoke was in comfort; he curled into a ball and sighed at how warm he felt. His head lay on a soft white pillow, and cotton blankets were wrapped snug around him.

He breathed slowly and smiled softly when he felt no pain. Testing out his limbs he decided someone must have healed him as he slept.

His eyes fluttered open and he couldn't hold back his gasp of surprise.

He was in the hospital wing. The soft beds lined one side of the wall while a few had their curtains drawn, showing the beds to be occupied. The room held the nostalgic smell of potions and sterile air.

He shook his head in disbelief, not able to comprehend what he was seeing. "This can't be real."

He stood up from the bed, his feet touching the magically heated stone

He laughed slightly before shaking his head, feeling hysteric. "Am I going insane?"

Sighing he smiled sadly to himself; if he was losing it, he may as well enjoy it. His heart twisted in his chest as he frowned. Who knew how long this wonderful dream would last, he should make the best of it. Looking up he walked out of the hospital wing, making sure to be silent as not to disturb any of the other occupants.

He looked at the grand old halls in a dreamlike daze. The portraits looked at him in shock and concern, but he barely paid it any mind. There weren't any children around, making him frown slightly. Wherever he was, did they not exist?

He snorted, that was a silly thought, he had seen them; there had been a large group of them in Hogsmeade.

He continued to walk, his feet taking him to the great hall. He smiled as he heard the soft murmuring coming through the grand wooden doors. He knew without a doubt the sound would become much louder when the doors opened.

Hesitating for a moment he laid his hand on the polished wood and sighed at the ambient magic running through him; gathering up his courage he opened the doors and smiled brightly.

The murmurings had ceased as the students all turned and looked at him in various stages of shock and worry.

He looked around with childlike wonder. It was the same, just like it had been before the war. Thousands of candles floated through the hall in a lazy manner. The ceiling showed the night sky with millions of twinkling stars. His bare feet padded softly on the cold stone and he only just realized he was still wearing the hospital robe.

He looked around in awe and couldn't help but tear up as he saw so many familiar faces, all of them alive and well.

He walked slowly through the hall; as if scared it would disappear should he move faster. Looking over at his old house table he couldn't help but grin when he spotted Ron and Hermione, their faces were drawn in concern and worry; faintly he wondered why. There was no war yet, they were all safe still. He glanced farther down the table and spotted Neville who seemed to be having an inner conflict on whether or not to stand or remain sitting; he smiled softly at the boy before continuing in his walk.

The Hufflepuff's came next. Harry decided that if this was a dream, he didn't want to ever wake up. Cedric was sitting there, moving slowly as if wanting to get up, but not knowing what to do after. His eyes locked onto Harry's and he could practically feel the concern falling of the boy. He stared for a few moments as he tilted his head. The first of many innocents to lose their lives; and yet, Cedric sat there before him, alive and breathing. For a moment he had the strongest urge to reach forward and touch the boy, to see if he would turn to smoke as one would in a pensive or remain solid.

In the years that followed after the tournament, he'd always wonder about this innocent boy; wonder what type of man he would have grown to be, whether he would be brave and kind, a healer or an auror. He sighed and looked away; it had been a meaningless death, one of the first he had upon his hands.

Soft whispers started in the hall as students began to look at the small and pale boy in curiosity; yet Harry could not hear them, all he could see was the past and the future, merging together in front of his eyes. Whispers were replaced with screams as he looked on at familiar faces and instead saw how they perished.

The teachers all seemed to be in shock; none of them had been able to move as they watched the boy make his way through the hall.

Everyone seemed so still to Harry, as if they were under an enchantment.

He walked slowly to the ravenclaws and smiled at the angel sitting with them. Her flaxen hair shimmered as it flowed around her delicate face.

She looked at him with a small frown, concern flashing through her eyes. He smiled sadly as he stared at her. His only confident as the war grew harsher and colder, more times then not she had saved him from himself. Even here, she had saved him once more. He tilted his head and stared at her curiously. He knew from his youth he'd barely talked to her, it was only after, after she lost Bill in their tragic wedding that the two had grown close.

He smiled softly to himself. She was an angel even now; for she had helped him, without even knowing much about Harry

She too rose slightly from her chair as he continued walking to the slytherins table, much to everyone's surprise.

He walked slowly, almost appearing to be a wraith. Some of the students tried hard not to blink, having a small fear that he would disappear should they look away for even a moment. They couldn't help but shiver as they stared at him; he almost didn't seem human anymore.

Draco looked up at him first, his face stayed aloof but his eyes were filled with confusion. Blaise glanced curiously at the small boy walking towards them from his seat beside the blonde, while he kept his face clear of any emotion, Harry couldn't help but notice how the Italian was growing more and more perplexed.

He smiled and slowly walked towards the two, stopping only when he was right in front of them.

They stilled as they looked up at him, and several of the teachers began to move; knowing of Harry's less then amiable relationship with the snakes.

Raising up two small hands he looked at them with childlike curiosity. They looked so small and young; not yet tainted by the horrors of war.

"So young…" he spoke softly, Blaise frowned and tilted his head, watching Harry curiously as he remained silent.

He smiled innocently at them both, causing Draco to gape at him.

"Po-"

Harry reached up and touched Draco's face, smiling as the face stayed clear. There was no blood to taint the boy with. He sighed softly as he noticed the boy had stayed solid; had not become smoke. Leaning forward he softly kissed the blonde's forehead and moved to do the same to Blaise, leaving them both stunned.

He smiled at them and stepped back.

They would never know.

Never know how much they had helped him.

How much he cared for them.

A single tear fell down his face, and both boys stared at him entranced.

He smiled softly, his face appearing angelic and innocent under the soft light of the great hall, entrancing anyone who glanced upon him.

"Thank you." He murmured softly, his gentle voice sounding like bells on a warm summer day, soft and lilting.

The two boys shook their heads slowly and the enchantment that hung on the hall seemed to break.

All at once students started to talk loudly. Ron and Hermione hurried to him as Cedric and Fleur finally rushed towards him.

Fleur being the closest reached him first as the teachers finally started to move towards Harry as well.

"Arry! What are you doing?" Fleur asked in utter confusion, her hair floating slightly as she moved.

Hermione rushed towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder while Ron looked at him in utter confusion.

Gasping the red head spluttered. "Blimey mate! Have you gone mad?"

Cedric looked at him in concern. "How did you get out of the hospital wing, you should be resting after…" His face became pale as he looked away. "After what happened."

Harry stared at them all in childlike wonder as Dumbledore walked towards them, followed closely by Professor McGonagall. The head of house looked at him with worry; her normally stern expression replaced by one of shock. Dumbledore smiled softly at Harry, his soft blue eyes twinkling yet even his face seemed etched with concern. "A good question Mr. Diggory, Harry… what are you doing out of bed child?"

Harry looked at the man, the wise yet foolish human, then turned and stared at all of the faces staring at him.

Alive.

Foolish or not, cruel or not, they were all alive.

Tears started to fall down his face freely yet he didn't move to wipe them away, his body stock still. Dumbledore stepped over to him, an old weathered hand reaching out as if to steady the young boy. "Are you alright Harry?"

Harry looked at the old and gentle man in confusion before raising a hand and touching his wet cheeks as more tears seemed to leak from his eyes. His eyes widened in shock as he looked at the tear, not truly comprehending anything.

"Pott-…. Harry… are you alright?" Draco asked hesitantly, drawing attention to himself.

Harry slowly looked at the boy and nodded, before turning his attention back to the teardrop on his fingers.

"I'm fine…" his voice was barely more then a whisper, and they all leaned it slightly to hear him better. "I… I've had a very long dream… and now…" he looked up at them all curiously. "I suppose I'm awake."

Blaise frowned. "What sort of dream was it?"

Harry smiled sadly. "It was a beautiful and dark dream." He looked at them all. "Where am I?"

Hermione looked at him in shock, she grabbed onto him, scared of what might happen should she let go. "H-Harry… you're in Hogwarts…" She bit her bottom lip as she looked at the headmaster pleadingly before turning her attention back to the dark haired boy. "Are… Are you alright…" she shook her heard and grimaced. "What… what do you remember?"

Harry hummed and looked around, not answering her question. "The year?"

Dumbledore frowned. "Its 1993 my boy… perhaps we should get you back to the hospital wing…"

Harry swayed slightly; making Hermione tighten her grip on him while Fleur reached out a hand should he collapse. Krum started to move from his seat in concern. "I vill help…" he offered.

Harry smiled slightly and closed his eyes. "The goblet of fire… what happened? Was my name still called or another?"

The all paled and looked at each other worriedly.

Ron spoke first, looking abashed. "Harry… your name and Cedric's was called..." he shifted in shame. "I'm sorry I was so angry at you! I should have known you wouldn't enter your name!" he paled and looked at his friend in shame as he shook his head. "Merlin… If only we hadn't left you alone…"

McGonagall teared up slightly as she stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder, making the small boy look up in shock. "Harry… do you remember what happen to you?" her eyes hardened. "Who did this to you?"

Harry's looked at them all before lowering his gaze. "The one who did this?" he hummed softly. "I suppose… he's gone…" he nodded his head and frowned as he tried to move away from Hermione's grip to no avail.

"He's… He's gone?" he frowned to himself and shook his head. His eyes widened as a spasm of pain raced through his chest, he curled into himself, a hand on his heart. Hermione paled. "Harry…"

He looked up at her with pleading eyes, glancing between her and Fleur he gasp. "Help me?" his body grew limp as he collapsed; Fluer moved forward and grabbed him before his head hit the stone while Hermione held his hand as she turned pale in shock.

Krum immediately grabbed Harry from Fleur's arms and smiled sympathetically at the other Champion. "I vill help carry him." He lifted the boy bridal style while looking towards the British headmaster.

Fleur stood up slowly, her small shoulders shaking as she looked at the headmaster angrily.

"What 'appened to dis small boy?" she shook her head, her hands becoming fist in her anger. "Who would do such a thing?!" It had been such a shock for her to see him in their outing. She couldn't help but pale afterwards, had she not looked in the alleyway; had she not seen him. She could still see him staring at her, his small body covered in blood, his clothes tattered and ripped. He hadn't looked at her with lust as many do because of her allure, but rather with a familiar love that had her heart clenching painfully as he looked on in acceptance. She had been so scared when he called her an angel, so scared that he would pass on as she held him…

Dumbledore sighed sadly as he looked upon Harry's still form. "I'm afraid someone wishes him harm Miss Delacour, yet who; I do not know." He shook his head as his face became more aged. "Perhaps we should discuss this at a later time?" he said pointedly, they turned and looked at the students who were staring openly, curious on what had occurred.

Draco cleared his throat and flushed slightly when they turned to look at him. "He… he was acting odd when he came to us… he…he said thank you…" his face scrunched slightly in confusion. "I don't understand why…." He shook his head as he looked at them. "We… we've always hated each other, and he's never even talked to Blaise… why… why would he say thank you?"

Dumbledore frowned. "I'm afraid only Mr. Potter could answer such a question." He motioned towards Krum. "Let us take him back to the infirmary, no doubt Poppy is wondering where her charge has gone off to."

"Headmaster…" Hermione started, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Please… can we visit him?"

Dumbledore nodded. "I believe he would enjoy having his friends beside him when he awakens." He looked at Hermione apologetically. "You two would have been allowed in earlier but his parents…"

She smiled in understanding. "We understand."

A/N: I hope you have enjoyed the newest installment of To Live, Love Everlasting. I worry that it may not be too popular but I will continue to publish it for anyone who enjoys the tale. I thought I should mention, as with my other stories this will be slash; just in case anyone was wondering. Also please leave a review if you can, I really do enjoy when I get one, they brighten up my day.

I hope you have all enjoyed and will stick with the story till the very end.

Till next time.