Just so everyone knows, I'm revamping this story because its been awhile (forever) since I've written, and I wanted to change the direction it was headed. Hope it's enjoyable!!!!
And just to note, I OWN NOTHING! It all belongs to J. K. Rowling. Yea!! Now on with the show
The Stuff Legends are made of
By WriterL
A Grim Vision of the Future
The world stood still, well both worlds actually. It had been public knowledge to the muggles that magic existed for some time now. The revelation had been abrupt, an attack by Voldermort that shocked the world. But it brought the reality of the magical community and the war to all. It was also known that unless something was done soon, Voldermort would win the war. The light's energy was about to run out, and all hope was resting on the shoulder's of its weary hero, Harry Potter.
The Young man had put years of work into defeating the dark lord, and so far no good had come from it. People who once supported the light gave into despair, hoping that once the world fell into darkness they would be pardoned.
The fools.
He wouldn't spare them.
Just like he hadn't spared the muggles. They had fought long and hard to save themselves, but in the end were no match for magic. Their guns had been broken and defenses cracked. They never had a chance. The surrender was quick, but not as quick as the takeover that came soon after. Camps had been set up to monitor the humans and they all became slaves.
But none of that mattered now. The end was near. Harry was locked into combat with the dark lord, the final battle had arrived. Many fighters for the light had already fallen. Albus Dumbledore had been the first followed shortly by Remus Lupin as Hogwarts had been invaded. The stronghold had been taken out in the first major battle of the war. The two professors had given their lives to protect the students they had taught for so many years.
The seize had been planned by none other than Severus Snape. He had fooled them all into believing he followed Dumbledore. Everyone had been shocked when he donned the death eater mask and joined his fellow brothers in destroying the school. From that day everything had gone downhill.
Ginny had been next. Her death was what sent the Weasley family into a downward spiral. Fred and George were killed later in Harry's 6th year at their joke shop. Molly had been soon after along with Bill and Charlie trying to protect the Burrow from attack.
Percy on the other hand remained alive to this day, choosing to side with his master. It had been him who led death eaters to the Burrow in the first place. Because of him the Fidelus charm had dropped and the stronghold left defenseless.
But that was years ago. Harry and his small army had trained, for what was happening now, but it seemed that it was not enough. Slowly one by one all members of the DA had fallen. The most painful had been just moments ago when Ron and Hermione had died in each other's arms to gain him passage to Voldermort.
This was HIS destiny.
He was supposed to be winning.
But there was no one left to win for.
And no way to win.
He fought the much more experienced fighter, ducking and doging, the battle was almost over, and the front was quiet. It was just the two of them left. Both came to a rest, momentarily eyeing each other warily.
Harry was covered in cuts and bruises. He was exhausted and all the while his scar burned into his forehead.
Voldermort, on the other hand, locked battered, but not tired and certainly not beaten. He had had the advantage all the way.
The trees around them rustled with the wind during their moment of peace. It seemed to last forever.
"You do know that you can never beat me Potter. Not as you are now." The man with the snake-like features snarled.
The younger fighter held his side and straightened his body from its crouched position, wincing from the pain. "I may not win, but if I go down, I'm going down fighting." To his surprise all Voldermort did was laugh.
"You can't win. If you could win you would wake up."
Wake up? What did that mean?
And in a quick motion the man who killed his family, friends, and destroyed his life raised his wand and fired one incantation.
"Adavra Kedavra!"
The green light traveled towards the stunned form of Harry Potter, and time slowed down.
Wake up a voice whispered
The light faded from green eyes and breath escaped one last time from his mouth. The limp form fell backwards.
Wake up
He hit the ground, landing on his back, the face surprised, not moving.
Wake up, Harry
And the world started to spin. Time ceased to flow and everything merged as one. The end of the world was here and all that could be heard was
Wake up
Wake up...
And with a gasp Harry did just that. His room at the Dursley's was small and cramped; an unpacked trunk in the corner and Hedwig's cage by his bed. The sleeping bird inside was all he could see.
It was all a dream.
Harry placed his head into his hands and wept. A dream it may be, but it held truth. He couldn't win, not as he was now.
That night a month ago at the department of mysteries proved it. His friends had been hurt and his godfather murdered, and he had been powerless to stop it.
He needed to be stronger, faster, and more powerful.
He would do anything he could to win.
And as the clock struck midnight Harry Potter disappeared from number four, Private Drive, mourning his godfather and hoping for a miracle.
