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Chapter Ten

Harry woke with a start. His chest was pounding. It felt like his heart would break loose. Gasping for breath he tried to alert Ron, but his faint cry for help was drowned by Ron's snores. Harry clutched his chest still struggling to breathe. With a faint cry Harry's world faded to black.


Ginny woke with a start. She gasped as something within her screamed that something was wrong with Harry.

"Not again!" her cry startled a sleeping Hermione.

"Ginny! What's happening?"

"Something is wrong with Harry," the girl failed to hide her despair.

Hermione simply nodded then the two grabbed dressing gowns as they head out the door.


Neville had been given a job after arriving at Salvation. His adrenaline still pumped through his veins, so sleep was out of the question. When the leaders saw the gleam in his eyes he was tasked with watching the fireplaces for incoming floos. If anyone arrived he was to get them settled in. Neville even surprised himself by remembering everything that would needed to be done.

It had been an hour since he started watching the fires, and he was still on edge from the earlier attack. No one had come through yet. He was thankful that no one was being attacked, while at the same time fearing that no one was getting out of their homes fast enough. With his energy levels so high, he was also getting bored quickly.

The middle fireplace suddenly broke his concentration as a familiar girl stepped out. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes dull with shock. He rushed to her as fast as he could.

"Luna, what's wrong?"

Her wide eyes didn't even focus on the boy in front of her when she answered, "Death Eaters…dad…he's dead…"


Dumbledore was in a deep discussion with the portraits of the former headmasters of Hogwarts. Like most of the conversations he had held with them, they were talking in circles.

"He was too young to know!"

"He must know!"

"Now he will go off to do something foolish! He doesn't understand!"

"How is he to understand if he does not know?"

On and on and on they talked among themselves as the current headmaster resigned his head into his hands. He felt the years that he had put on his body catching up to him. The job itself was draining, but the job while having Harry Potter to contend with was exhausting.


"Remus!" his voice high and squeaky, "My old friend!" he said looking for the way he had arrived. "Remus, you have to get me out of here! They are going to kill me!" he said while kneeling on the floor.

Remus Lupin stared hard at what was left of Peter Pettigrew. His keen eyes searching. After a few minutes of looking down on his fallen friend the werewolf sighed in defeat.

"You were never loyal to any of us were you?"

"What? You, and Sirius, and James were my only friends! I loved you like brothers!"

"And Lily?"

"A sister!"

Remus stared into the beady eyes of the man before him. He knew the veritaserum, though small in portions, which had been slipped into his pumpkin juice, would compel the prisoner to tell the truth without knowing what was being done to him. Overall Remus hated the plan, but did see the logic in it.

"You hated Lily for taking James away from you," Remus said quietly with a chill in his voice.

"I loved Lily!" Peter said.

"You…" but his trail of thought had been broken. "You loved Lily, enough to not want to see her with anyone else."

Peter opened then closed his mouth. "You don't know how it was…to not have anyone…to be so alone…and then watch the perfect couple. Lily hated James…it was us who befriended her first. Me and you Remus. Then…after that she began to accept James and Sirius. We…we got them together. But only after she rejected me. Why did they have all the love in the world…when I had none?"

A small amount of pity reared its ugly head in the pit of Lupin's stomach. He quickly smashed it down though. "So you killed them? Poor Peter Pettigrew, can't have what he wants so he takes it away from everyone!"

"It wasn't supposed to be like that, Moony. The Dark Lord said that in return for getting him access to Harry, that I could have another shot at Lily. Lily wasn't supposed to die that night. The Dark Lord would rule the Wizarding world, with me as his right hand man; she couldn't have denied me then."

Remus looked at the watery eyes of his friend. Tears had formed into the orbs. With a sigh he started phase two of the plan.

"I…I understand Peter."

And for the first time a gleam of hope entered the twisted man's eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I have to knock you out for this," Lupin told the man still on his knees on the ground.

Peter nodded in understanding as Lupin stunned him. Then with a complicated wand movement he cast a series of other charms. The work was very detailed, and sweat formed on his forehead when finally he was done. He then made a portkey out of an old newspaper clipping he had in his pocket. He tucked the paper into his former friend's hand. A minute later Peter was gone.


Voldemort scanned his followers in front of him. Everything was almost ready to begin a full scale attack on what remained of the Wizarding world. He had the Junior Death Eaters attacking homes so no one would be the wiser of his true plans. He needed information though.

"Where is Wormtail?" he hissed to the closest minion.

"We have not heard of him reporting back sir."

"Come here," he said gently to the masked man. The man in question bowed and made his way forward to his master. At the appropriate time he knelt and kissed the hem of his robes.

"Give me your arm."

The Death Eater did as he was told. Voldemort slid the sleeve up and revealed the black dark mark on the man's forearm. Gently, almost lovingly, Voldemort stroked the mark turning it a dark blood-like red. The man behind the mask grimaced in pain, but didn't dare cry out or even move. Then Voldemort did something no one knew that he could. With a pointed fingernail he gouged the skull of the man's mark. The pain was equal to the cruciatus curse, and he lost all will to fight back his screams.

Then, in a heap, Peter Pettigrew appeared beside the man crying out in agony. Voldemort withdrew his claw-like fingernail. A sick and twisted grin appeared on his face.


Hope, Faith, and Salvation

By: Molestia Baiulus

Hogwarts as housed the orphans of the falling world we once knew. Beauxbatons as offered their hand in Hope. And now, the Muggle counterpart of our world has been in touch with the world on our behalf. The Muggle government has been in contact with the American Muggle government who in turn reached out to their magical leaders. Not only have the Americans offered similar support of shelter by opening Faith, but also by promising military support. Reports show that they should be arriving within the month. They have promised in helping to rebuild our government, not to install their own as some other reports have suggested. I for one welcome the support with open arms. We have long been allies with the United States, and I do not fear them. The fear that other reporters are trying to spread is only strengthening Voldemort so we can not ask for help. Without help Voldemort wins. To me this sounds like a turning point in this war, and one for the good. After the cowardly attacks Voldemort has had issued over the past month, I'm glad to say that the time is coming when we can strike back!


Harry scanned his surroundings. Rolling hills, clear crystal blue skies, a gentle breeze played around his face. He had an urge to have a broom with him so he could take advantage of the perfect conditions. He was slightly startled when his Firebolt materialized at his side. He quickly mounted the broom and kicked off from the firm ground.

He zoomed into the air; the wind seemed to caress his hair. The sun warmed him without making him hot. Twenty feet, fifty feet, and then at one hundred feet in the air Harry turned and dived for the ground. The green grass was rushing towards his face, and waiting for the last second he pulled out.

The tips of his trainers were skimming the grass below him. The speed rippled the strands of grass to the side of him as he passed. A smile etched its way onto his face. Harry zoomed back into the sky, at his apex he hit a loop and while upside down something caught his attention. A city was off in the distance.

The tops of the buildings were all antique white, like they were meant to be. They looked like they had been erected years ago, but age had not touched them. On instinct Harry rushed towards the town, he felt drawn to the peaceful scene.

Closer and closer he flew to the city. He guessed he was about five miles away but the Firebolt was covering the distance with ease. One mile away…and the handle of his broom hit something very solid. Harry bounced off the invisible obstacle. He barely regained control of his broom before gently landing. After dismounting his broom he ran a hand over whatever it was that he could not see. It was solid, a wall between him and some forgotten city.

In the distance he could see three people walking towards him. As he caught the sight of flowing red hair, black hair, and his own messy hair the trio stopped. They too started to push on an invisible wall. Harry's heart leapt into his throat. He knew who was there just a quarter of a mile away, but the wall would not budge.

Harry felt so hopeless staring at the three people who should have raised him. In desperation he started to hammer and kick the wall but nothing helped. He saw his parents and Sirius trying to get to him, trying to yell for him to hear. Harry strained his ears to try and hear their voices but all he heard was the gentle breeze flow through the two trees at each side of him.

Then his two parents, as well as the closest thing he had had to a parent looked up. Harry followed their gaze to only have his jaw drop in disbelief. There, in the sky, floating elegantly, with wings spread out, was an angel.


"Harry…wake up…" Ginny's voice was barely audible. She had been screaming at Harry for the first thirty minutes, shaking him roughly but the boy would not wake. She was cried out, she couldn't lose someone else. Not now. Ron had been sent to find Dumbledore, Hermione to find Madam Pomfrey, but no one had come back.

Ginny put her hand on Harry's chest put pulled her hand away in a yelp of surprise. His chest was burning up! She cautiously placed her palm on his forehead, but it was normal temperature. To make sure she wasn't imagining things she placed her hand back onto his chest that was covered in a pajama shirt. The heat remained constant and burning. She ripped the shirt open revealing Harry's new scar. She gasped at what she saw. A sunburst, with lightning shooting out in four ways, but that wasn't what shocked her. What shocked her was the golden light emanating from the odd pattern.


The angel greeted Harry like a long lost brother. He pulled the startled boy into a fierce hug, not like Mrs. Weasley's, but fierce none the less. In that brotherly embrace Harry felt all the love in the world, along with all the sadness and grief he could ever stand.

"I'm Michael young Harry. No, you are not dead. Yes, this is real. No, you can not meet your parents this day." His deep penetrating voice contained hope and despair. Harry's heart seemed to break at just the sound of the angel.

"Albus told you what he could, and when he did he allowed us to have the ability to contact you. Fore you must know the path before you can walk it.

"You must wait young one, someone far more important than I wishes a word with you."

And with that last sentence the angel spread his wings and flew back through the invisible barrier. He landed and spoke with Harry's parents and with Sirius. All three nodded at whatever he was saying, and then he took flight again.


Ron was kicking the gargoyle before him. He had named every sweet that he could imagine yet the protector of the headmaster's quarters would not budge.

"Just – bloody – move!" Ron yelled, his anger breaking the words apart.

The gargoyle didn't even acknowledge him.

Ron pulled out his wand, "Move…or I'll make you move!"

The gargoyle's head turned, his eyes locked with Ron's. "More powerful wizards than you have also been as foolish. Try me and I'll have your head."

"For fuck's sake this is an emergency!" Ron said not having the patience to argue with a moving statue.

The gargoyle had frozen himself back into his original position.


The man wore white robes. Not wizard robes, but flowing white robes of some forgotten time. His stride was purposeful without being intimidating. He had an air of power about him, but also of fairness. His skin was dark brown, hair was black, and his eyes…his eyes glowed in the same emerald green that Harry's did. He had simply walked through the barrier after talking with the trio of adults. When he greeted Harry it was also with a brotherly hug. A hug that made Harry want to cry with all the love and hope that he felt from it.

His voice was kind as he spoke, "Hello Harry, I'm your many great grandfather," he finished with a smile.

Harry couldn't help but smile too. Then a feeling that he was undeserving to be in this place washed over the young boy.

"Yes Harry, that it why we must speak. You have a great sin marring your once beautiful soul. To some, it is the greatest sin. To some, it is unforgivable. Yet I believe differently. When you are judged, as all are, it is with fairness. Justice in this world is true and untainted.

"Harry, you must learn to forgive. Not only those around you, not only your friends, and not only your enemies. You, most of all, must learn to forgive yourself. You have a great task set before you, one in which all in this Kingdome watch with great interest.

"All here love you Harry, fore it is love and hope that you gift to the world. You must forgive yourself in order to wash yourself of your sin. If you fail in that task, or your next, you will be sent back to earth while your memory is lost. You will have a new trial. Yet I do not want to see that, you deserve to have the memory of your family while here, not of another. Please Harry, forgive yourself, and you will earn the power of which he knows not."

With that said, the man placed his hand on Harry's forehead. A soft white glow engulfed the boy's vision, and the blackness engulfed him once again.


Hermione had searched the hospital wing, but it was useless. Madam Pomfrey was not to be found. She searched the great hall, managed to invade the teacher's lounge, even visited the dungeons to see if she was getting Snape to brew her some new supplies yet the healer could not be found. She finally made it to the Salvation wing to see if she was assisting there.

When she opened the door her mouth opened with it. As with anyone on their first visit to the new addition to the Hogwarts castle, a sense of hope and awe engulfed her. She soon recovered remembering Harry's weak pulse, and started to make her way through the mostly deserted hall.

On her mission, she met two people she instantly recognized. Luna Lovegood was weeping into the shoulder of Neville Longbottom as they say on the edge of a fountain. She didn't want to intrude, but needed to.

"Have either of you seen Madam Pomfrey?"

"Hi, Hermione. No we haven't, I heard rumor that she had been dispatched to help a family who had been attacked." Neville answered.

"Shit," Hermione muttered. This grabbed the boy's attention, Hermione never cursed.

"What's wrong?"

"Its Harry, Ginny's with him, but he doesn't look good."

Neville looked at Luna then whispered into he girl's ear. With a grim nod they stood, Hermione didn't fail to notice that the eccentric girl clung to the forgetful boy's arm.

"Let's see if we can help."


Harry's eyes cracked open. Ginny gasped. Slowly Harry sat up in his bed.

"Ginny…" but Harry didn't get to finish his sentence.

Ginny wrapped her arms around him in a hug. It wasn't overbearing, or a family hug. It wasn't accusing, or forced. It was natural, as well as peaceful.

"Harry," she whispered, "we were so worried." She pulled back and met his eyes. Chocolate bore in green. "What happened?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but I can tell you this much, it wasn't a bad thing." Harry finished his sentence with a half smile.

"Fine, keep your secrets," Ginny said. But any suggestion that she was upset was dispelled as she hugged him again.

At that moment Hermione, Luna, and Neville entered the bedroom.

"I thought you said he was in danger," Neville said with a smile.

"Evidently he's overcome it himself." Hermione quirked an eyebrow at the two embracing teens.

"Well, we'll just head back to Sal…" but Neville was cut short when Ron barged into the room panting like he had run a marathon.

His face red, his chest heaving, Ron collapsed to the floor in front of the door.

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked in an amused voice.

"That bloody gargoyle – he wouldn't – open – so I hexed it," Ron managed between breaths.

Everyone looked at the boy like he had grown two heads, except Harry. Harry…laughed. A deep rich laugh that none of his friends had heard before. It instantly brought a smile to each of their faces though. And then their own laughter filled the room. Only Luna did not laugh, but through her sorrow Harry's laugh did manage to make her smile.

After the laughter died down Harry remembered that he was holding Ron's little sister. He glanced at his best friend. Ron's face betrayed his emotions. Worry mixed with a slight anger melted away to worry mixed with slight elation. He smiled and winked at Harry.

Harry smiled back, tightened his hug slightly and then whispered into Ginny's ear,

"Thank you."


A/N: Well, my interpretations of answers on two canon questions here. Harry's eyes, and why Voldie didn't just kill Lily. Let me know what you guys think : )

Luna Lovegood2: I'm trying to tie this in with religion without being preachy. Yes, most Christians remind me of purebloods anyway. Thanks!

Angel the Devils Daughter: Yes, JC, the one and only. Though I don't think it follows canon at all, but I think it fits in the contents of my mutilation of JK's work. As for slowing down, this is mostly stream of thought, so it goes where it goes. Thanks!

Ania Nicole: Thank you for the kind words. Yes, Arthur dead is depressing. And as you can see he was not the first, nor the last. It is a war, and I'm going to treat it as such. I too read a lot of happy ending fics, and none seemed right to me. Ah well, I'm glad you are enjoying this one.

Sodapop: Thanks, this isn't being beta'd. So mistakes are likely.

Zozia 2-9: Thanks, I remember being sixteen, and the f-bomb was a primary word. OK, I didn't put that into context right, it was the first time Harry could ever remember being babied like that. I don't know where that poor picture went to. Wizarding and all it probably walked to some one else's fic! Yeah, lil Ronnikiens is growing up. And imagine my poor fingers : ) The wolf rat line is the favorite of a few of you. I'll have to keep that in mind. Fanfiction, become a memeber (its free) and then post your story. I too loved the lemon drop line. So Dumbledore to delay that bit of info. As for the Mary as a wife ploy point, yeah, I like that idea in religion so I ran with it. Sarah was actually the name of the supposed daughter too. I'm just happy someone else knows that story! As for Neville, I was fond of that scene, and it seemed appropriate to have him in a mansion.

Dizzy2381: Sorry it irked you about the bloodline. As for taking his name in vain, I don't really see this as disrespect to Jesus. It isn't just some hollow attempt to grab people's attention either. Heaven, and more importantly Hell, will be discussed in this fic later. Even though you might not like the plot point, I'm glad you said that you'll keep reading, and thank you for the review.

Rasberry Jo: Thank you, and as for not being typical, well, I'm glad it worked. As for being a Christian, I am spiritual, and I do believe in God. Though my ideas don't typically fit in with any of the established churches that I have been to.

fanastygirl721: Well, as you found out here, the son of God was a wizard. As for the Catholic Church, I could use the contreversy ;-) j/k. I am glad that I could surprise you, as Merlin and Gryffindor were boring me greatly at the time. I'm glad to see you at the edge of your seat, and I'm trying to keep the updates regular. I want to know where this is all going too...

A/N2: Challenge! I have a challenge for any of you creative types out there. Write a bloodline fic that greatly impacts Harry's life but does not use the typical two of Merlin or Gryffindor. Anyone who accepts the challenge and posts please let me know. My email is JPx at fanfiction dot net, or you can find it under my profile. Hope ya'll enjoi!