A/N: Hello there! This is my first fanfiction and keep in mind, I'm no author. That will become incredibly obvious rather shortly I'm sure. This is an idea that popped into my head a while ago that I decided to jot down. This will become progressively more AU the further along the story goes, as events change.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, never have and never will. Even any OC's I may have, I'm sure someone else owns those too.

Rewritten as of July 16, 2020. Changed the perspective to third person and rewrote the end, making it not so repetitive.

Chapter One: In the Beginning

"Harry, wake up!"

Harry awoke as Mr. Weasley frantically shook him. He sat up and grabbed his glasses from the nightstand.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Hurry, we need to leave."

Harry got up and pulled on a spare robe, then followed Mr. Weasley into the living area of the tent. He saw Ron and Hermione standing off to the side looking confused and sent them a questioning gaze; they both just shook their heads, they seemed to know about as much as he did.

"Dad, what's going on?" Ron asked. Harry could hear his voice wavering, it seemed he was afraid. Harry walked over and stood next to Hermione; she gave him a worried look.

"Death Eaters are attacking the campsite. We don't have time to discuss this. We need to get to the portkey." Mr. Weasley said as he walked quickly towards the exit. He looked back towards the trio, "I'm going to help William and Charlie. Get to the forest and hide!"

Harry saw Ron and Hermione's faces pale. What the hell is a Death Eater? Harry asked himself as he was pulled out of the tent by Hermione. He could tell that right now wasn't the time to ask, so he quietly allowed himself to be pulled.

The first thing Harry noticed was the screaming, as the smell of smoke assaulted his senses. Half of the campsite was on fire as if he had stepped into Hell. He could see figures in black robes and white masks levitating what looked like the muggle that had taken their money when they arrived. It seemed that the black robed people were the Death Eaters, at least he assumed that was the case. The Death Eaters not assaulting the muggle and his family were blasting away some tents and setting the rest on fire.

"Hurry, we have to go!" Hermione said as she grabbed his arm and started dragging him with her through the crowd. Harry could feel her grip on his arm loosening as they were being pushed along.

Someone pushed Harry hard from the side and knocked him to the ground, causing the grip Hermione had on him to fail. "Harry!" He could hear her yelling his name as she was pushed along by the stampede of terrified people. He struggled to stand but kept getting pushed down by the people rushing by. By the time he finally got to his feet, Ron and Hermione were nowhere to be found in the sea of frightened faces. Suddenly, there was an explosion behind him. First, he felt the heat and then the pressure that blew him to the ground. All he could hear was a ringing in his ears and felt something wet on his face.

He rolled on his side to try and sit up to find himself staring into a pair of lifeless eyes. He quickly pushed himself back in surprise and noticed that the lower half of the wizard was missing. Harry slowly reached up to his face and slid his fingers down where he felt a slick, sticky liquid now on his fingertips. Harry looked at his hand and saw the blood, then leaned over and vomited. There were bodies and limbs lying around near the charred ground where the spell exploded. He could just make out the pained screaming as the ringing in his ears started to subside. Harry slowly stood and started stumbling into the trees while wiping the blood off of his face with his robes. He ran behind a large tree and leaned on it to catch his breath and calm himself down.

This is insane.

He looked towards the campsite and saw only chaos. Like a light show, he could see people in red and white robes trading spells with the Death Eaters, stepping over the broken bodies of their victims. He was almost mesmerized by the spell fire when out of the corner of his eye, Harry noticed a girl carrying a child in her arms run into the tree line about a hundred meters ahead of him. After she made it into the trees, he saw a group of Death Eaters break off from the group fighting the red robed group, it seemed that they were chasing the girls into the woods.

Harry hesitated, then forced himself to run after the girls to help. The ringing had finally stopped and now he could clearly hear the sound of dead leaves and broken twigs under his footsteps as he ran. He continued to run through the eerily dark and foreboding forest until he finally saw the girl stumble through the trees ahead of him. She was moving much too slowly; the Death Eaters would catch up soon.

He made his way to cut the girl off. The older girl gasped, and while holding the smaller girl with one arm, pointed her wand at Harry with the other, a frightened look on her face. Harry put his hands up in a non-threatening posture with one finger up to his mouth to convey silence. Harry hoped she understood. Both of their heads turned sharply as they heard talking in the distance. He looked at her and waved for her to follow him. She looked conflicted but decided to follow anyway. Harry guessed she would rather take her chances with him, not that he could blame her. Harry drew his wand and grabbed her hand to start running back the way he came from. Deciding to take his chances with the red robed men. Surely, they were the good guys if they were fighting the Death Eaters.

As they ran, Harry realized that she was stumbling along, and he was practically dragging her. Harry stopped and turned to see a pained expression on her face, she was injured and there was a gash on her right leg trailing blood along the forest floor. Her face was pale from blood loss and she strained to carry the girl in her arms. She quickly looked over her shoulder into the darkness behind us, the robed men were going to catch up and they both knew it.

"They are following your blood. It's trailing behind us." Harry whispered to her as he pulled her over to a nearby tree. He wouldn't have thought it possible, but her complexion paled even more in fear. Harry cut a piece of his robe off with a quick Diffindo and tied it around her leg. He would worry about infection later if they make it out of this. We can't run anymore; I have to think of something. Harry's brain kicked into overdrive as he tried to quickly think of a plan. He could hear them getting closer. Harry looked down at the trail of blood leading to their hiding place. Something clicked. He grabbed her hand again and quickly moved her out of the way, while carefully vanishing any blood that followed them. He then placed both girls off to the side and behind a tree.

"Sit down and hide here." Harry smiled at the child, who had been surprisingly quiet this entire time. "It'll be alright," he told her. His gaze snapped to the older girl, "don't come out, no matter what you hear."

Harry tapped his wand on both of their heads, disillusioning them. Tapping his wand on his own head, he silently thanked Remus for the extra lessons they had. After he had taught him the Patronus Charm, Harry begged Remus to teach him more of how to defend himself.

Just in case.

Silently running to a tree directly behind the one that he had left the blood trail at, Harry crouched down and kneeled waiting for the Death Eaters to get closer.

"That bitch couldn't have gotten too far away with that leg of hers, and she was carrying that child." The masked man spat, kicking a rock out of his way.

"Shut up Rawlings and move. Just follow the trail and we will find her. I'll enjoy killing her after what she did to Booth." A second Death Eater spat angrily.

Two of the Death Eaters were bickering between themselves while the other two remained silent. Harry waited for them to get closer in front of the tree before he sprung his hastily made trap. As soon as they were in position, he rose his wand, "Confringo!". Suddenly the tree exploded in front of the Death Eaters, impaling them with searing hot splinters and knocking them backwards onto the ground. One landed on the ground and didn't move, another lay screaming holding the remainder of his leg. The other two quickly stood up and looked ahead with their wands drawn. Harry caused his invisibility to fade, wanting them focused on only him.

"You son of a bitch!" the robed man introduced as Rawlings yelled and shot a silent Reducto right at the green-eyed wizard. Harry barely moved to the side in time to dodge and cast a Protego that sent off the other Death Eaters Stupefy off to the side, into a nearby tree. He then fired a Reducto into the ground in front of the Death Eaters that blew dirt and rocks into their faces, giving him time to run behind another tree. A sickly yellow curse took a chunk out of the tree right where Harry hid.

"Get out here and beg for forgiveness, and maybe I will let you live!" Rawlings laughed as he hit the tree with a Reducto, effectively destroying most of Harry's cover. Harry then summoned a large fallen tree trunk from behind Rawlings that took his legs out from under him and then sent a Stupefy towards his fallen body just for a shield to pop up in front of him, deflecting Harry's spell into the ground. As Rawlings was standing back up, Harry fired another Confringo at the other Death Eater and he shielded, but the force knocked him backwards. Harry then banished the same tree trunk back at Rawlings just after he managed to stand, effectively taking out his knees. Harry was exhausted and breathing heavy at this point, the mock duels he had done with Remus were never this intense. He hit Rawlings with a Stupefy while he was on the ground, before the other could stand back up to shield him. Harry then peeked out of his broken cover to fire another spell when he saw a crimson spell rapidly hurling towards him. He threw up a quick shield, but it was useless.

PAIN.

It was his world now, all encompassing, and never ending. He couldn't even think straight, for an eternity it carried on. Until suddenly it stopped as quickly as it came. Harry could hear someone talking but had no idea what they were saying. His body twitched and his throat hurt. he didn't even remember where he was. Wait, who's laughing?

"I'm not sure where—" Who is that? Harry could barely remember what he was doing.

"—but it was a foolhardy move—" A foolhardy move? What was? He felt like he recognized this voice.

"—kill those girls right in front of you." The voice stopped. Harry then remembered. He was hit by a dark red spell from the guy who's missing most of his leg, Harry couldn't believe he had forgotten about him. His limbs were twitching sporadically but could still feel his wand in his hand. Harry opened his eyes to see the usually silent Death Eater standing near him. Rawlings was over behind him face first on the ground with his hips resting on the tree he had banished at him. The one-legged man was sitting down with his wand pointed at his leg, trying to stop the bleeding. The fourth was lying on his back still, over to the left. Harry wondered why he didn't revive his buddies.

"Do you hear me Potter?" the Death Eater snarled, a disgusted look on his face. "Yes, I know who you are. How kind of you to deliver yourself to me, my Master will be pleased. How foolish of you to think you could take us. For what? To help a couple tramps? The great Harry Potter, done in because he thinks he is a hero." The moron laughed and he slowly walked toward Harry.

Step. By. Step.

"Now, let me drag those two bitches out here so you can see what being a hero gets you." He put on a disgusting smile, sending a chill down Harry's spine.

While the moron was monologuing, Harry's spasms had calmed down slightly. With a firm grip on his wand, he lifted it into the air and tightly clenched his eyes shut, "SOLARIS!". A cannon blast and a light as bright as the sun erupted from his wand. He was deaf, but so was the monologuing Death Eater; he was holding his eyes while blood dripped from his ears. The gimp man was pointing his wand at Harry with his eyes closed, a yellow spell missed him by inches.

Harry opened his eyes and aimed his wand at the Death Eater on the ground, "Reducto!". His spell hit him square in the face with a sickening crunch. Harry turned and fired another at the other man, but his arm twitched, and he missed. Harry then sat up in a kneeling position to take aim again but was too slow. He felt a sledgehammer slam into his chest blowing him into a tree and sending his glasses to Merlin knows where. Harry coughed up blood and realized that he couldn't feel his legs. His vision was blurry and the back on his head was killing him, probably a concussion. The black robed moron lifted his wand towards the young wizard; the tip of the deadly stick glowing a dull viridian. All Harry could think about was hoping that the girls were able to get away, he faced his killer with the most brilliant smile he could muster on his blood-soaked face. As the Death Eater's wand was raised waist high, a bright red spell slammed into the idiot's side.

He fell and was still.

A girl slowly materialized in front of Harry and looked around, checking for more enemies. She then slowly started walking towards him. It was the girl that he had been dragging all over the forest; she had never left. A part of him was livid that she didn't run away while he was fighting, but the other grateful that she had saved him. Harry put a bright smile on his face as he stared at her. As she got closer, he realized that he had never really got a good look at her; she was beyond beautiful. Her long silver hair seemed to shine in the moonlight and her bright blue eyes practically glowed in the dark. She had a heart shaped face and her skin was an alabaster that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

Harry couldn't stop staring. In fact, he decided that he really didn't want to. The smile on her face made her beauty almost otherworldly. She opened her mouth to speak, "-". He couldn't hear a damn thing but would do almost anything to hear her voice. He cocked his head to the side in confusion; she stopped talking and knelt down in front of him. He wanted to ingrain the smile on her face into his brain so he would never forget. In fact, Harry could probably now die happy. His eyelids felt like lead weights and he struggled to keep them open. His eyes closed for just a moment, but when he opened them again there were multiple red robed people standing in front of them with their wands raised.

The Goddess's back was turned to him and Harry noticed a smaller silver haired girl standing behind her, as if she was hiding. A man in blue and gold robes stepped forward and the mini goddess ran into his outstretched arms. The older girl seemed to have a conversation with him, but Harry's ears were still useless. He struggled to move and let out a silent gasp as he clenched his eyes shut, it felt like his spine was broken. Harry opened his eyes and noticed that everyone was staring at him, it would seem his gasp wasn't as silent as he had thought. The man in blue walked up and knelt down in front of him. The man then raised his wand and aimed it at the broken boy, his moving lips were the last thing Harry saw before the darkness overtook him.

Fleur knelt down next to the bloody and beaten Harry Potter while her father ran his diagnostic spells on the boy. "What happened here Fleur?" Her father asked, wand light slowly dimming as he finished his series of spells. Gabrielle suddenly grabbed his arm, his attention switching to her distraught younger sister.

"It was awful Papa," the small blonde said, her eyes red from crying, "The bad men hurt Fleur and chased us into the trees." Gabriel's eyes immediately snapped to Fleur and looked over her form, noticing the black cloth wrapped around her leg.

"I'm fine Papa," she pointed to her savior, "he needs your help more than me. I will tell you everything later." Her father sighed and nodded, moving to clean some of the blood off the boy. Harry was very clearly broken, and she couldn't help but feel useless. Frustrated tears began to sting her eyes as she thought about it. A boy three years her junior had saved her and her sister both, while the only thing she could do was run away completely terrified. Fleur wiped her eyes and turned around, looking at the destruction the fight had caused.

Large chunks could be seen blown out of trees, while others were completely broken in half, laying haphazardly across the forest floor. There were some Aurors surveying the carnage while others knelt next to the fallen Death Eaters. "Merlin," Fleur heard one of the two Aurors kneeling by the one-legged man, her eyebrows raising at seeing the bright pink hair of the female Auror. "His face was completely blown off."

"Disgusting," The pink-haired woman chipped in, "There's no way we can even verify his identity." Morbidly curious, Fleur slowly walked near the body, trying to get a peek at the fallen man. When one of the Aurors shifted, she caught a glance of the Death Eater's head. Or rather, what was left of his head. The only thing remaining was the lower jaw and broken teeth, the rest was probably scattered around the forest. His tongue stuck out with the base of it running into the man's throat, covered by blood and pieces of flesh.

She immediately turned to vomit. Catching the attention of both the Aurors. "I agree." The girl said while nodding. Her gaze moved to Fleurs and she pointed towards the half decapitated man, "What was this guy hit with?"

"I don't know," she admitted, "my ears were still ringing from the explosion."

"What explosion?" The other Auror said as he stood up, using his wand to vanish the blood he had gotten on his hands.

Fleur began to answer when a recognizable 'pop' was suddenly heard. Albus Dumbledore stood calmly surveying the scene, ignoring the myriad of wands now pointed at him. Once the legendary wizard's gaze fell on Harry Potter, he made a straight line towards the fallen boy; moving quicker than she expected a century old wizard could. Fleur quickly made her way towards her father and sister.

"Gabriel, how is he?" The Hogwarts Headmaster asked her father, as if speaking to an old friend. The older French man sighed as he stood, finally finished cleaning Harry's body of blood and the small cuts the boy had suffered.

Fleur watched her father run a hand through his hair as he looked at Dumbledore, "He's hurt Albus; severely. I need to get him somewhere safe and sterile."

"Can he be moved?"

Gabriel let out a deep sigh, "I can put him in stasis and use a portkey to my home." Her father explained, "He's going to need supervision to make sure his spine heals correctly." Fleur saw Gabriel hesitate, as if carefully picking his next words. "He killed some of them Albus."

Fleur's eyes widened as she spoke up for Harry, "It was self-defense!" Her eyes shied away when the old wizards twinkling blue eyes turned to her, but she took a deep breath and calmly explained what she had gone through, remembering to not leave out any details. By the time she was finished her father had put Harry on a stretcher in stasis and Dumbledore was looking towards the sky with a pensive look. The Headmaster finally looked Fleur in the eyes. His gaze felt like it was boring into her soul, it was an awfully uncomfortable moment, but Fleur held his gaze.

Then he smiled.

Fleur watched him put his hands behind his back and turn to her father, "He's going to need somewhere he can rest. Gabriel, would you mind?" Her father answered with a single nod. "Thank you, old friend."

Gabriel just waived it off and beckoned her over, "Fleur, Gabby. Come here." As Fleur was walking, her father fumbled around in his robe looking for something. "Where is it?" he mumbled to himself.

Dumbledore strode over to him, pulling out a length of rope with a smile, "Please, use this."

Her father just looked at Dumbledore, bemused. "Do you always carry around rope?"

The Headmaster's twinkled brightly, "But of course; it never hurts to be prepared."

Gabriel just shook his head as he grabbed the rope, pointing his wand at it. "Portus." He handed the portkey to Fleur and motioned her sister over to him. "This will activate in thirty seconds," He said as he pulled both her sister and herself over to the unconscious Boy-Who-Lived, "Take him and put him in the infirmary." He paused a moment and looked at Fleur with a steady gaze, "Stay with him in case he wakes up. He shouldn't, but I don't want him waking up alone."

"Of course, Papa." The portkey began to glow, so she quickly had her sister hold one end of the rope while she held the middle and the other end draped across Harry's chest. Just before she was whisked away, Fleur watched as a tall dark-skinned man apparated into the clearing. The last thing she heard before the familiar pulling behind her navel was the upset yelling of the Auror, "Albus! There's been a fata—"