Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter. I do hope one day to be as good as J.K. is at writing, though.
AN: Sorry this took so long. The Time Moves Again thing is a parallel to Rurouni Kenshin.
Chapter 6 Time Moves Again
It had been two months since the Boy-Who-Lived had vanished. Hogwarts term had started, the first years were of a smaller number than ever before, except in the height of Voldemort's last reign of terror. The public and the student body were subdued, the smallest first year to Dumbledore himself feeling, somewhere deep down, that they were enjoying the last moments before the storm.
A very much subdued Ginny, Ron, and Hermione joined their fellow Gryffindors that year feeling the loss of their hero, their icon, their friend.
In his hiding place, somewhere far away from Hogwarts, Lord Voldemort waited for sign of the Boy-Who-Lived or movement in the Wizarding World. Meanwhile, his Death Eaters continued to grow in numbers, fear and lust for power swelling the ranks of the Dark Lord.
In London, Number 12 Grimmauld Place, the Order of the Phoenix planned and plotted against the Dark Lord, though subdued without Harry.
It seemed the entire Wizarding World had drawn itself into a standstill, as if Time had frozen since the Boy-Who-Lived was lost.
Unbeknownst to the world, Harry Potter lived, on his island, tending and creating every day, his powers growing stronger and stronger, his artificial paradise growing.
And all the while the Guardian, the Angel, Lily, watched over her master.
And thus, Harry, for the first time in his life, lived without pressures and restraints, in true solitude. In peace.
But no one, especially not Harry James Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, can escape Destiny.
And so it was that this night, Time would begin to move again.
In the middle of the night, Severus Snape awakened to a vicious burning in his left arm.
The Dark Lord was calling his minions to prepare for his war.
And so Severus Snape ran from his room and took a specialized Portkey to Lord Voldemort's location, given to him at the last meeting.
With a tug on his navel, Severus found himself once again in the den of snakes. He hurried to the spot that he knew was waiting for him, and knelt onto the cold black stone.
In a few more moments that stretched on like millennia to the Potions Master, the remaining Death Eaters arrived, and knelt before their Dark Lord.
For endless moments, minutes, hours, eternities, the Dark Lord simply stood in front of them, hooded and silent, like a cloth stone statue. Severus felt his knees aching, but stayed still.
Finally, the Dark Lord spoke. "We have been waiting for a long time. Does this extra waiting pain you, my servants?" Lord Voldemort asked softly, his voice a soft rasp.
No one spoke. No one could predict the Dark Lord, after all.
"It is clear now that Potter is dead. Otherwise, the Gryffindor in him would have forced him to return." The Dark Lord said, and began stepping towards his Death Eaters, till he stood just in front of them.
"And so, we shall renew the work that we started so long ago. Bella, you will lead a diversionary assault on the location I spoke to you earlier." Lord Voldemort hissed, and Bellatrix Lestrange nodded, obviously eager. Severus cursed silently. The Dark Lord was wise to hide his plans, but this made this sudden call to an assault impossible to prepare for. "Now, I myself shall lead an assault on Hogsmeade at the same time. We will lure out those fools at Hogwarts. Undoubtedly, that fool Dumbledore will remain at his school, and he will come to me."
He turned his burning crimson gaze on all of the Death Eaters, and collectively, silently, they shuddered in unison.
"And then he will die."
On an island, hundreds of miles away, Harry James Potter awoke with his scar burning and the dream branded into the corridors of his mind.
Shuddering, he tried to shake the memory of that terrible creature, the one they called the Dark Lord, out of his mind, but it just kept coming. Fear and uncertainty crept into his chest, as well as a burning anger.
Wings flapped, and Harry turned to see the Angel Lily drop down next to him, and knelt by his side, resting her ivory blade on the soil that burned from her purity.
"Who has troubled you master? Speak the word, and they shall die." Lily whispered, her emerald eyes blazing with outrage and promises of swift and terrible retribution.
"I-I do not know for sure..." Harry mumbled softly, but now images flashed in his mind. A peaceful, quiet village with children and adults bustling around, feelings of happiness and curiosity worming their way with the images.
It is called Hogsmeade, Harry knew. That-that monster will go there... he will kill those people. Harry cringed at the thought of so many deaths and his anger rose. NO! I will not let that happen!
The monster flashed in his mind again, and Harry fought to know its name, fought the depths of his mind, the abyss where his memories once lay, to find it. Slowly, images, images of green light and another Lily, the true Lily.
She died by his hand, Harry knew. A man who looked nearly exactly like Harry, save for the eyes, flashed, standing next to the true Lily. He was my father, Harry realized. He died by his hand too.
A boy, who looked about Harry's age, flashed in his mind, walking with him in a dead night, in the graveyard that had once haunted Harry's nightmares.
"Wands out, you reckon?"
"Kill the spare."
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Inwardly, Harry screamed as the boy fell from the green light, the green light that took everything from him.
The name of the monster flashed at last, fiery and branded into the air by a young boy of Harry's age that seemed ethereal.
"Voldemort." Harry whispered in recognition.
Angel Lily stooped lower, and grasped her sword tightly. "Who, master? Who has done this?" His creation asked again in concern.
"His name is Voldemort." Harry whispered, and stood up. He turned his eyes to his creation, his warrior, his Guardian. "You will find him, and you will kill him."
"Where can I find this Voldemort, master?" Angel Lily asked, her emerald eyes burning with desire for the Dark Lord's blood.
Harry, on instinct, reached up and touched the angel's face, and placed the image of Hogsmeade in his mind. "You will go there," Harry found himself speaking, "And you will kill Voldemort."
"I can see the place in your mind, master." Lily, and yet not Lily, responded. "I will go and kill this Voldemort."
Harry felt concern for his creation stirring, and looked into Lily's eyes, emerald meeting emerald. "Be careful. He is a powerful foe, and not to be underestimated." Images of his parents and the boy flashed in his mind.
Angel Lily's eyes softened. "He killed my predecessor, the Other Lily."
Harry swallowed in his grief, old and yet new, and nodded. "I do not wish to lose Lily to him again."
"You will not master. I swear that to you." Angel Lily nodded solemnly, crossing her blade over her heart and repeated her oath.
Harry nodded again. "Very well then. Now go."
In his hidden fortress, the Dark Lord awaits, sleepless, for the battle to come...
In Hogwarts, Snape tells the rapidly assembled Order of the Phoenix and a concerned Dumbledore of the Dark Lord's plan, and a counterattack seems futile...
And on the island, the Angel known as Lily takes off from her master's side to find Voldemort, and kill him...
Time has begun to move once more, and Destiny has begun its relentless movement again.
Thanks to Emma Barrows, Pleione, moonfyre, Alan Quicksilver, Black Padfoot, Thanos Farek Said, arekuruu-inabikari-no-She, PinkyTheSnowman, japanese-jew, heyheyhey, , Harrie, Zeromaru: Chaos Mode, mashimaromadness, Silver Warrior, and Lady of Masbolle for reviewing!
Q&A
moonfyre-She's made to kind of creep you out. Now, as for what she is, she's not the real Lily, but a Guardian for Harry in the image of his mother. Psychologically, it all makes sense. (Harry's a momma's boy!)
Alan Quicksilver- Harry won't only be playing Ixidor. There are other players in that drama that Harry will become. As for a Phage character, I don't really have someone who will kill with a touch... but an anti-thesis to Lily... interesting thought, no?
arekuruu-inabikari-no-She- Actually she's more like Akroma. Now, as for Methran soldiers...
PinkyTheSnowman- Does Harry really need a mother? Is this Angel even supposed to be his mother? Food for thought...
japanese-jew- It's Akroma. Now, if that card can do that, who knows what this Angel can do...
Harrie- Well, if you figure it out, tell me.
mashimaromadness- True Paradise can't exist on Earth. Especially not when there are other things one must do. So what Harry's made isn't a paradise, not really, but a sanctuary.
Silver Warrior- Why do people say she's like a Serra Angel? It's not even a legend!
Lady of Masbolle- She's his guard, you know, like guards protect the king. MTG stands for Magic: The Gathering. Its a card game.
AN: Bit short, but it's an interlude kind of chapter. Thanks for reading and please review!