The young man stood there in the battlefield, bodies strewn across the plains. His face worn, he looked older than he should be; he saw more things than anyone should have seen. Tears falling from his face, as another death had befallen him, many deaths actually. He was bruised and bleeding, his robes were torn, and great sadness all around him. His heart so heavy, his hands were shaking, all his energy gone.
The world was all smiles ad laughter, all celebrating. While one sat in the battlefield of dead bodies, no one there for him, no one to hug him and say he finally did it. No parent figure to say they were proud of him. While the world was smiling, he was crying. While there was laughter, he was hurting, wile there were tears of joy, he gave tears of anguish.
The young man was Harry potter, he was seventeen years old, it was supposed to be his last year at Hogwarts, but it was just a battle, a year of many deaths. He fell to his knees not caring about his surroundings, filled with unspeakable grief, as deaths past through his face. He watched the closest people die; no one was left, except a few teachers and what was left of the Weasley. But the ones he had given part of his heart to, died. They flashed over and over across his face. Like a never-ending dream. Why didn't they leave, why didn't they listen to him! Why did they continue to get close to him?
Ron to bloody stubborn to give up their friendship, Hermione's bloody tears made him, Harry potter, stay friends with her. He made Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, parental figures in his life. Why didn't they listen, they should have left when they could! Why did he cave in, why was his greed for love better than someone's life.
They died, on after the other.
Sirius, his Godfather, he was the father he never had.
He fell through the veil, shock written all over his face. Harry wanted nothing but to run through the veil and grab him out. But Remus stopped him, Remus was protecting him but it felt like betrayal, it felt as if Remus was letting his die, Why was it always the people he loved, WHY! Grief poured on Harry as he screamed Sirius' name repeatedly.
He wasn't supposed to go, he was supposed to live!
Remus, he was the firm rock when Sirius died, a mentor like none other.
Remus looks at Harry with grim determination, there were at least 20 deatheaters, Harry looked at him pleading with my eyes.
"Remus you can't go, stay here! This is my job!" Harry screamed. He continued to stare at Harry.
"Harry, I will never forgive myself if you die when I could've saved you, you can't go out there alone, as long as I breathe, I'll always be by your side." He said with such great sincerity, tears streaming down his face Harry gave one last look to someone he saw as a third father, he was hesitant but nodded slowly. They both walked out throwing curses left and right. They fought side by side with great speed and passion, till there were not any deatheaters. Except one, one they didn't notice.
Suddenly Wormtail grabbed Remus' throat, with his silver hand, and started to choke him, Harry saw Remus and ran to him pushing Pettigrew away.
"Remus! Remus! Please don't leave me, please!" He cried. Remus smiled looked alarm, He grabbed his wand and stunned Pettigrew behind Harry, who was about to kill him. Harry looked at him with a mix of agony and thankfulness. Remus grabbed Harry's hand and looked at him with tears in his eyes.
"I love you, Harry, make me proud." He said with his last dying breath. Harry cried for all he was worth, Remus even kept his promise; he stood by Harry even with his last breath. With that thought he screamed a heart-wrenching scream.
Ron, a stubborn git of a friend, but loyal to the bone.
Harry was lying on the floor, blood flowing out of his head. He was kidnapped by deatheaters. Suddenly a deatheater came in, looking nervous. Well as much as Harry could tell with the mask on him. Abruptly the deatheater took off his mask, it was Ron.
"What are you doing?" Harry whispered harshly, Ron was pale but looked determined.
"To save you of course!" said Ron, "I may be an insufferable git sometimes, but I'll never let you die." He said. He helped Harry up; Harry staggered, too dizzy to walk. They were only there for a minute, until Out of nowhere a dozen deatheaters appeared. They tried to fight them off, but there were too many. Ron yelled something and threw a sock at Harry. It was a port key, taking him away, he desperately wanted to stay, be with Ron, not let him die, and he tried to claw myself out of the magic. Right before he left, he saw a Green light hit Ron, after that he landed in front of Hogwarts, grief-stricken.
Hermione, beautiful, smart, ingenious, his best friend, the one he let cry on his shoulder when her boyfriend died. The one that locked him into a room, to get him to open up.
Harry watched her through a vision. Hermione was being held captive with Bellatrix.
"Tell me girl, who is Harry's secret keeper!" she yelled. Hermione glared at her, Bellatrix slapped across the face.
"Tell me!" she screamed.
"I am, if you're so interested!" she yelled, He couldn't believe his ears, and what was she doing, why didn't she say someone else!
"Then where is his location!" Bellatrix roared.
"What makes you think I'll tell you?" Hermione screeched.
"Tell me or die!" cried Bellatrix.
"I'd rather die than betray Harry, He's all I've got, I can't lose him!" she exclaimed.
"Well in that case, Avada Kedarva!" she yelled, a green light sped to Hermione. Harry watch horrified, he grasped his heart as if was being taken out. Hermione looked him directly in the eye, as if she could see him.
"I love you Harry." Hermione whispered right before she was hit, she died right in front of Harry. Harry woke up from his vision, wanting nothing more than to die.
Dumbledore, all knowing, always there, the one who taught him everything, and did everything in his ability to make life easier.
It was the last battle, the final one. They had a plan, Both Harry and Dumbledore together. They had a spell they would use together; they would use it to win. Voldemort appeared. He said a few nasty things, causing Harry to get angry, Dumbledore remained calm, but his eyes were blazing.
"Are you ready Harry? This might kill either one of us, or both of us." Dumbledore said softly. Harry nodded, he had nothing to lose. They both took out their wands put their full trust in each other and cried out.
"Letum Enim Vita!" (Death for life) they both said at the same time, Dumbledore fell to the ground, Voldemort screamed and disintegrated, Harry watched in horror, with a gleam of triumph. He went to hug Dumbledore when he saw him crumpled on the floor.
"No, no, no, no, PLEASE NO! Anyone, but him, anyone!" Harry thought, trying to frantically get Dumbledore off the ground, to blinded by tears to get very far.
Dumbledore smiled, grief engraved in his face and said his last words.
"It's finished." He said, closed his eyes and rested. Harry fell to ground in grief; he lost it all, all of it.
Voldemort's dead, his followers are dead or captured. They won, but why does it feel like defeat. Everyone close to him died. Hagrid died trying to hard to get the giants to join, Ginny died from an explosion at Hogwarts, everyone he loved dearly died in front of his eyes.
He stood there, his destiny finished, his life ahead of him. He felt energy drain from him. He couldn't take it anymore, all the pain and hurt, he didn't have strength to live, and he couldn't live. After all that happened, what was the point, it was practically over for him. He watched as blood flowed from him, he saw the cold body of Dumbledore right next to him. He wondered if there was an afterlife, He wished for someone to go to, for someone to comfort him, but it was all over.
He looked around, his breath ragged; he laid himself on the floor. All gone, nothing here for him anymore, nothing left to live for, nothing left to fight for, but there are still things to die for.
Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, savior of the wizarding world, star seeker, defeater of Voldemort, died.
He woke up to a bright place, with an old man standing over him. A very, very old man., with the longest beard in the universe. Harry got up slowly, he thought he died, this was confusing. Why did he still ache, wasn't the afterlife supposed to be good, no pain.
Harry got up slowly and took a look around, it was bright all right, and very err….white.
"Welcome to limbo, Mr. Potter, there are thing we need to discuss." The man said.
Harry nodded, not really in the mood, but decided to go along with it.
"You could've still lived Mr. Potter, you didn't have to die." Said the man. Harry snorted.
"Oh yeah, and live to wallow in my grief with nothing to do, see everyone celebrate while I have nothing. Nothing to gain, nothing to live for. NOTHING!" he said, gradually getting angrier.
"It would seem so, would it not? I believe I have a proposition for you, something that will make life worth living." Said the man. Harry looked at him incredulously.
"All the galleons in the world would make me want to live life again, why can't I just go to the afterlife, like everyone else!" he said.
"I'm sure you would agree with my plans for you but I will answer your question though. You've set the universe off balance, there is balance of the universe, a balance of good and evil, the most powerful wizard on each reality are the key players to the balance. You, Dumbledore, and Voldemort. Voldemort and Dumbledore were supposed to die, you were supposed to live, and it sets things off balance, now we need to fix it again." Said the man.
"What does that have to do with me?" Harry said, clearly irritated.
"That's my next proposition; I'm going to send you to a different reality, another dimension, to complete a task. You may think that you will not benefit from this, but you will. Everyone dear to you that died in your reality will be placed in this reality, they all have agreed to this. They have been sent a few hours prior. I have appointed Sirius and Remus as you guardians there. Lily and James potter are there but they believe you, Sirius and Remus to be dead. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Dumbledore are merging with their counterparts. You will be younger, in your third year, thirteen years old, there will be students you recognize, and students you don't. Be careful and cautious; do not give away your identity. Would you like to do this Harry?" said the man.
Harry looked at him shocked, all his friends and family back, Heck yeah! Wait, what is this task, what does it have to do with balance.
"So what's the task, in this different reality, that you want me to do?" Harry asked.
'I want you to find the next dark lord and eliminate him." Said the old man.
'You mean kill?' asked Harry, shocked.
"Eliminate sounds nicer, don't you think?"
"How am I supposed to know who's the next dark lord and how in the world am I'm supposed to kill him, without getting sent to Azkaban!" Harry exclaimed.
"Calm down, you won't get sent to Azkaban trust me; me and fate know what we are doing. The signs of the next dark lord are very simple. It will be boy; he will be exceptionally good at all his classes, very powerful. He will be someone you do not know from your world, there are quite a few, you will not know what year or house he is in. He will not necessarily have the appearance of evil but will be very secretive and closed off. The last but most important is he will have a long birthmark of a snake running down his back, a sign that he can speak to snakes, be careful, it is most likely he is in slytherin, but you will never know." Said the man.
"What happens after I finish this task, what happens if I don't" asked Harry, trying to get all the facts straight.
"If you do you will be sent automatically to the afterlife, But if you don't you will remain there, all through his reign, until you and all those with you die and still be sent to the afterlife, but the latter will not be a pleasant death." Said the man gravely.
"Ummm, yeah okay, so err…when do I start?" asked Harry.
"Right now would be good, just say the word and I'll send you there, you'll land right in front of Sirius and Remus' house, I believe they are waiting for you, to get everything situated. I'm sure they are excited to see you, but you will look younger, remember that. Don't give your identity away to easily, James and Lily I'm sure you can trust but do not go beyond that. Oh yes, I'll visit you in dreams occasionally to warn you and what-not."
Harry nodded, a stood there for a minute, a perplexed look on his face, He stared at the man.
"Erm, not to bother you or anything..." he started; the man looked at him with a smile, with something like mischief in his eyes.
"Yes?" the man answered.
"Well, err, what's the word I have to-"before he could finish he felt himself swirling away. Harry rolled his eyes at this, looking at the man who was smirking.
"Oh, how creative, the word was 'the word'." Harry though blandly, as he spiraled out of Limbo.
A/N: All my readers, if you were wondering why it was taking so long to update my other story, it's because I've started this one. I'm sure you'll be pleased to see a new story. All my new readers check out my other fics, I'm sure you'll enjoy them. This one will be a little darker, with more angst. Remember, don't assume anything, this chapter was kind of short for my liking, but hey it's just an introduction, nothing fancy.
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