From: websurffer ( http: )

that was an awful lot of pleading...i really like your story, although some

elements are abit confusing...

Well IM confused as well…. Lol Im afraid I don't understand unless you mean the A/n at the end… ok that was obvious but Ive just handwritten 4 pages double sided a4 of questions on the shittiest play of them all (Henry VI)

A/n: Sorry for the lack of updates and I know your gonna hate me but I was focussing a bit to much on BSR…

This has been floating around for a while so I decided to finally give I a try.

PLEASE REVIEW! This is why I discontinue my other stories!

Of Mortals, monsters and magic

A red headed young man watches as his father blocks another thrust. He would give all he had to be out there fighting with him, like the warriors of old. However his father had instructed the wards to keep him inside the house and away from his dad.

At his prime his father would have surely been able to best his attackers but when old age caught up to a man, even the strongest grow old and frail. He had heard the tales of his father and mothers valorous deeds during the Great War. The worst wizarding conflict the world had ever seen. His father had been one of the triumvirate that had managed to turn even the worst odds in their favour, eventually besting the dark sides leader and banishing his soul back into the maelstrom. But now as he watched his father fight, he knew that his father could not possibly win.

Next to him his younger sister watched the scene, twin tears of sorrow trailing down her beautiful face. His arm clutched at her slender shoulder in silent comfort as the pair watched their fathers attempts to fight off the attackers.

Suddenly a flash of pain crossed over his fathers wizened face as a slender bladed dagger embedded itself into his back. He could only watch as his father screamed a cry, a mix of pain and anger, as he smote down his opponent, twirling around to meet an oncoming strike.

The third and final opponent would be his last as his blade was swept aside before his foes slid inside his pulsating jugular. He tried to swing his blade at his foe but it was dispatched with a swift kick, a following knocking him to the floor.

As his fathers life blood left him, the wards around the house fell and witch a splintering crash the door blew off its hinges as the younger and still living red head male stalked out from his home, a slender ebony wand clutched in his shaking hand.

Anger swirled in his eyes as he glared at his father's killer, the murderer, still clutching his blood stained katana and staring impassively at his new opponent.

At length the man spoke, his voice and accent betraying his oriental heritage

"Leave now, young one. No more blood needs to be shed this day."

His anger boiling, the young man barely kept his emotions from flaring out, what his aunt had always referred to as 'the famous Weasley temper'

"No more humans will die today. That is correct. But for what you did you are no longer a human. You will pay the price for my father's death. And you shall pay it in blood!"

"If what you say is true then after what you pan on doing then you will be no better. Tell me have you ever slain a man before?"

Through gritted teeth he answered

"Yes."

"Then we are alike? No?"

"We will never be alike!"

The man released a small hollow laugh

"Then you are foolish; as once was I: Arrogant. I believed that I was the only one who was no guilty of my sins. Holier than thou indeed."

"You will pay! Even if it condemns us both to hell then you will pay. Even after my eternal torment I will still laugh as I remember the agony I put you through to sent the two of us there."

"Then you are more foolish then I thought. You speak lightly of hell as if it is a dream world. A fantasy. But believe me young Master Weasley, you know nothing of hell!"

"And im sure you have a lot of experience on the subject" he mocked

A shudder paced through the Japanese man as his eyes clouded over with an unreadable emotion. When the man next spoke in was in a sharp whisper

"You have no idea what lies within the seven walls of Hell. The seven levels of unholy torment house not only the tortured souls of men. Demons. Thousands of them stalk unchecked through that land. Bringing their tortures upon their minions and the souls of the dammed. But have you considered what would happen if that was to happen here? If somehow a portal appeared allowing them passage into this realm? The seven levels will not contain them forever, and they lack the materials to expand upon the bleak plateau. However this plane is a perfect sanctuary for them. And its inhabitants will make excellent morsels. And once their flesh is gone and their bones burned to acid then their souls will make excellent scapegoats for their sick amusement. The galaxy will fall into anarchy and we shall all perish!"

On that ominous note the figure turned and walked away, his bloodied blade hanging loosely at his side. The redheaded man stood in amazement before a loud frantic female voice shook him out of his reverie

"DAD!"

He awoke to find himself covered in a thick glistening sheen of sweat. Rolling onto his side he found himself face to face with his 12 year old daughter

"Dad?"

He looked into her face and saw the twin tears rolling down her face, reminding him of his own sisters tears that night, 16 years ago.

He couldn't believe he was still having the dreams, no nightmares, about that day. However it was not seeing his fathers death hover and over again that worried him, but it was the assassins words.

'But have you considered what would happen if that was to happen here? If somehow a portal appeared allowing them passage into this realm? The seven levels will not contain them forever, and they lack the materials to expand upon the bleak plateau. However this plane is a perfect sanctuary for them. And its inhabitants will make excellent morsels.'

He shivered and clutched his tearful daughter to him. The last few years had been hard on his family; especially the last 3.

"I'm here sweetie."

"Was it the nightmares again?"

He closed his eyes and sighed mentally. Since the death of her mother she had changed so much. She was no longer a little girl and she should be told the truth of what happened the night of her grandfather's death. However much he knew it would be wrong to keep the truth of the event from her, he was still reluctant to tell her. He sighed again as he held her tight, wishing that his Aunt Ginny would be arriving earlier than planned.

A/n: As I said before not all the chappies will be from Harry's POV. I find it pretty hard to write long descriptive scenes like that and it was nigh on impossible to do this one from His pov.

Some important facts gained from this chapter:

The Weasley male in this chapter is aged 32. In the flash back he was aged 16.

Ron Weasley was assassinated aged 139

Ginny Weasley is still going strong at 154 years of age.

Using the above info you can work out that Harry left the wizarding world at age 21 for currently unknown reasons. Harry and Draco are 155 years old. Hermiones condition is unknown.