Awaken before the Emerald Dawn

By: trappedineternity

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. The characters belong to J.K Rowling. The plot bunny belongs to Black Ice. I am the owner of the fleshy part in the middle. This does contain spoilers. So if you have no read the 5th book, time to turn away.

Warning: This story will contain yaoi. If you don't like it, I suggest you leave now. It might contain a few lemons and limes, but there will be warning at the beginning of the chapter and before the lime or lemon begins for those who don't wish to read them, they may skip over it ahead. Furthermore, this fic is dark and thus contains thought and possible acts of suicide and depression. Not your type of thing, I suggest you find something else… I'll accept comments and criticism but nothing about what I've just warned about.

Summary: Harry is left distraught after Sirius' death. He spends his summer locked away in his room, safe from the world, away from the friends that would comfort him and the family that would laugh at his pain. If things couldn't get worse, Voldemort has found a way to get into his home. Quick thinking, one of the wizards out to protect Harry, sends him to the one place he cannot be immediately harmed, the past. Harry finds himself in his father's 7th year. How will Harry survive in his darkness now so far away from everything he loved, and so close to everything he has lost? When will he find his dawn?

Chapter 1

All that's left are memories and regret

Dawn was swiftly approaching as Harry flipped through his parents' old photo album. His candle had burnt itself into a low burning stub as he watched the happy faces beaming up at him. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter, all laughing, unknowing how half the Marauders would die… Tears formed in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Sirius… If I had tried harder to learn occlumency, worried less about second guessing your intentions… You would still be alive…" He let the tears fall down his cheeks, his glasses, enough to take them off and wiped them away. "First Cedric, now you… People are dying because of me! I should be the one who dies… Not much of a choice. Voldemort will kill me or I become a murderer and kill him… So many have died and more will if I fail… only I can kill him… That's no burden at all…."

Harry held his head in his hands, the Marauders looking up at him worriedly. "I am so lost…", he muttered. Sunlight filtered into his room and Harry quickly closed the blinds, plunging his room back to the dim. He didn't deserve the light. Living with the Dursleys was the perfect punishment for all his sins, though he was sure he deserved more. This was no longer his home; this was his prison, his sanctuary from the horrors outside.

Morning came, and Aunt Petunia awoke to start breakfast. She was starting to become the slightest bit worried about her nephew. Dumbledore had warned her that Harry had to be well-taken care of, considering all that has happened. Fearing the wizard, Harry got real clothes, a real room, fed him regularly, when he wanted to eat… But all the young wizard wanted to do was sit in his room, flipping through an old picture album.

He worried her sometimes. She had seen this look before on the telly. She would wake up every morning and wonder if he was still alive… She urged him to seek help for his loss, but her plea fell on deaf ears.

Uncle Vernon and Dudley on the other hand didn't really seem to care. The less they saw of Harry, the easier it was to forget he existed. They would go about their lives like there was no wizard in their household, like they knew nothing of magic. Everything was fine in the world, now that he was mopping in his room, only coming down at meals, and even then, he was easily ignored, silently taking enough nourishment to last him until his next meal and returning upstairs.

None the less, their summer had been quiet and uneventful so far. Dudley went out with his friends as he normally did, and uncle Vernon went to work. Aunt Petunia stayed to be the good housewife and clean. She was in the middle of doing dishes when she heard the doorbell ring. She slowly walked to the door, humming to herself. She opened it to a gorgeously blond man. Her heart fluttered a moment as she looked him over. "Can… can I help you?", she asked softly.

The man gave her a charming smile. "Hello miss, I am from the Dark Rose Company. We specialize in beauty products. I was curious if you would like to try out free samples or perhaps subscribe with us. But I can see now that you don't need our help to look dazzling..", he grinned. Aunt petunia smiles as she moved out of his way. "Please, come in.", she offered. He nodded as he walked inside and removed his shoes, sitting on the sofa that she directed him to, setting down his briefcase.

Aunt Petunia, always being the gracious hostess, offered some tea. The blond accepted with a nod as he opened the briefcase, setting out a large array of beauty products.

Harry, having heard the bell, looked towards his door. They weren't expecting company… Curious, just for a moment, he crept out of his room and down the stairs for a look. There, sitting on his couch, he saw a muggled-up Lucius Malfoy. He grinned up at Harry. "Ah, Mr. Potter. Catch." He threw a bottle of moisturizer at Harry. His four years of playing quidditch betrayed him as he instinctively caught the bottle, only to feel the familiar pull at his navel. He heard aunt Petunia give a shriek, Lucius on the other hand was waving, grinning broadly as he disappeared.

Meanwhile, back at Hogwarts, Severus Snape, potions master, was tending to his beloved potions. He both loved and hated the summer. Hated the heat, the humidity, the sun being so bright... Loved the free time for his potion research and brewing without having to worry about annoying students coming to pester him. His labs were blissfully empty for him to go around and do his work, his passion.

He was about to add the next ingredient to his more potent antidote when the dark mark started to burn and throb with insistent intensity. Severus instantly cast a spell to freeze his potion in time. Hopefully it could be salvaged later. He closed his eyes and pictured Voldemort in his mind. "Yes, my master?" Come to the clearing, you know of which I speak. All my death eaters should be present for this glorious moment. Come immediately. The last to arrive will be punished for their tardiness. Now! He nodded, it wasn't like he could disobey such a direct demand, and the dark lord wouldn't care about his potion making.

Severus took his cloak and death eater's mask. The mask acted like a portkey whenever the dark lord demanded it. Muttering the spell word, he felt the pull at his navel. The floor seemed to give way beneath him, the room tumbling around, even as he was unable to move. Within moments, he fell to his knee in the woods. He groaned as he rose up and ran his fingers through his long black hair. Well, that would have been better; he hated using the portkeys... He pulled on his mask and entered the clearing. He saw quite a few faces missing from the circle, and was glad to see that he wasn't the last one there. He took his place and waited.

Voldemort, the dark lord, stood before his death eaters, grinning broadly. "Tonight is a wonderful night, my followers. As I have promised, the boy will not escape me again. He cannot. At this moment, my faithful servant is working on getting him here..." At that very moment, there was a flash of light. There laid Harry Potter, on his knees before Voldemort, clearly disoriented and confused. He looked up, his vision askew without his glasses. He groped around for them and pulled them up. Voldemort's face came into focus.

Severus blinked, clearly surprised. He had not been notified of this at all at the last meeting. Clearly he wasn't the only one; several others seemed surprised to see the Potter boy there before them. It must have been a secret plan then, with Lucius... With a crack, like a whip, Lucius appeared beside Severus with a grin. He bowed to his master and pulled on his mask. This couldn't be good...

Harry might have escaped before, but it was always just luck, someone was always there to help him. Now, this time, Dumbledore had no idea what had transpired. Severus couldn't figure out how this got through the wards on the Potter house... It seemed clear that home was no longer safe. Was no where safe for the boy?

Harry looked around at the circle of death eaters. There were barely any left, seeing as he denounced a lot of them. How Lucius even got out of prison was surprising. Severus had not been aware of any of these plans... That could mean two things. One, he didn't need to know... or... His face remained cold and emotionless. Or he was found out...

Harry looked on, his eyes hard. He couldn't die here... others would die if he did. He slowly rose to his feet. But didn't know he could do this again... not again... Memories flooded his mind, Cedric Diggory dying at his side, Sirius falling through the veil... Someone always died because of him. He had no wand, he was defenseless. How could he have known that death eaters could enter his home...? From what Dumbledore had said, he figured home was the only place he was safe...

Voldemort seemed to come to that conclusion too. Without a wand, he was harmless. Voldemort raised his own wand. "No wasting time. This time, Potter, you are dead." Severus' eyes widened. He had to do something. Where would Harry be safe? He silently cast his spell. There was one place he could think of that Voldemort wouldn't be able to find him. Harry closed his eyes, preparing to see the green light behind them, informing him it was all over... But it never came... Instead he felt the ground below him start to sink. He opened his eyes to see sand flowing around him in a quick whirlwind.

Severus watched at Harry disappeared in the grains of sand. He hoped no one saw him cast, was fairly sure he was safe. Voldemort looked around wildly, screaming out into the night. Once again, the Boy-who-lived escaped.