Title: Memory
Author: Remus J. Lupin-Black
Rating: R
Genre: Action/Adventure/Alternate Universe/Romance
Pairing(s): Harry/Luna, Remus/Sirius, Ron/Hermione
Summary: In a world on the verge of destruction, they will come together to save it.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including, but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Square Enix. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: The first chapter is finally finished. I am pleased. Comments are love.
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Chapter One
Game, Set, and Match
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The city of Hogwarts was truly a marvel of magic and technology. The sun had set an hour before and the sky was a deep purple, stars glowing brightly, but they went unseen as torches on the streets and bridges were lit and the city was aglow with firelight. Each building was a perfect cylinder, reaching up high into the heavens while bridges, streets to those that lived there, crisscrossed between them. Below the streets and beyond the edge of the city, the ocean, it's water black in the dark. The water lapped gently against the sides of the buildings as crowds began to gather on the main streets, chatting excitedly as the center of the city came to life.

It was there that he was headed, his steps confident as he moved through the crowd, stopping to sign autographs and shake hands as he went. A few girls giggled nervously as he used a quill that their leader had brought to sign the spare bit of parchment that she had brought. He smiled at them as he adjusted his blue and black Quidditch uniform and saw several people waiting for him. He nodded to them as he approached.

"Can I have your autograph?" one of the girls shouted.

"Of course," he said, moving toward her and the three young boys that she was standing with. Taking the quill she offered, he wrote Harry on the Quaffle that she had presented to him.

"Good luck!" she said happily as he handed it back.

Harry nodded.

"Thanks," he said, looking toward the Quidditch stand. He didn't have long. "I have to go. Cheer for me."

"Of course!" the girl said.

"Can you teach me?" one of the boys with her grabbed onto the sleeve of his uniform and tugged gently to get his attention.

"I have a game tonight," Harry explained.

"You can teach us after!" another boy suggested.

"Um…"

"You can't tonight," he turned at the soft voice to find a small child, dressed in a blue hooded robe, his face covered, standing a few paces behind him. He nodded absently in agreement.

"Tomorrow," he assured the three.

They cheered and with a wave, Harry took off running down the street just as the announcer's voice boomed out from the stands and out into the streets beyond.

"Our hero, ladies and gentlemen, James, vanished ten years ago and tonight is the James Memorial Cup tournament! This season, two teams have won through to the finals. The Dragons from A-east and the–"

"–the Wasps," Harry finished for him under his breath as he caught sight of a large poster on the side of the building. The man looking back at him was haughty and arrogant, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he gazed down from the poster. Harry gazed at the picture of James for a moment and then with a scoff, ran down the street.

The announcer's voice grew louder as he neared.

"–the star of the Dragons! In just one year, he's become the team's number one player! He's James' son and the new hope of Quidditch! Just what sort of super-play will he show us today? Will we see his father's legendary shot?"

Shaking his head in exasperation, Harry stepped into the dark hallway that led out into the Quidditch pitch.

"Oy, you're late! The game starts in ten minutes!" turning to see one of the other players, he grinned.

"I'm on my way!"

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The crowd cheered as the two teams flew out onto the pitch and the game started with a roar of voices. The Dragons were in blue and black while the Wasps wore yellow and black. The rules for Quidditch were easy. Score a goal. The game was timed. One hour. Whoever had the most goals in the end was the winner. As the game started, it was clear from the beginning that this wasn't going to be a simple game of Quidditch. The Wasps were playing to win and as Harry knocked a player from his broom into the stands and took the Quaffle, he realized they were going to have to play dirty.

He threw the Quaffle to another player and watched as she dodged a few of the other team's players and then cried out in surprise as a Bludger smashed into her arm. The Quaffle fell slowly from her hands and Harry swerved quickly, elbowing a Wasp in the stomach as he reached for the red ball.

The crowd cheered wildly as he scored a goal. Grinning, he turned his broom around and dodged another Bludger. A quick roll and he had avoided the other Bludger as it went spiraling over his head. He caught the eye of one of his teammates and she winked and dropped the Quaffle from her hands into his clutches. The Wasps' Chasers abandoned her and took off after him.

He rolled to avoid a Bludger as it shot toward him and righted himself quickly just as one of his own teammates appeared. He tossed her the Quaffle and turned sharply. Two of the Wasp Chasers nearly collided as he headed toward the goal ring, catching the eye of the Keeper and smirking as she clutched her broom tightly, intent on keeping him from getting the Quaffle past again.

He caught the Quaffle as his teammate shot past, bringing the Wasp Chasers with him as he went past. The Keeper shouted and Harry grinned and shot toward the goal, the Quaffle tucked under his arm.

Just as he neared the left goal ring, he saw it, far enough on the horizon to go unnoticed by those in the stadium, but visible if one was willing to catch it. He jerked to a stop and took in the massive bubble of water floating over the northern edge of the city. Buildings close to the bubble were being torn apart brick by brick. His eyes widened with shock and he turned to warn the rest of the players.

There was a dull thud as one of the Bludgers struck him in the back, knocking him from his broom. As he fell, he saw three darts of water coming toward the stadium from the bubble. One of them hit the stadium and the air was suddenly filled with screams. Harry hit the ground hard and blacked out.

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He woke to the sound of screaming and the taste of blood heavy in his mouth. Pushing himself into a sitting position, his body protested the move, nearly causing him to collapse again. He touched a gloved hand to his forehead and felt warm liquid. Pulling his fingers away, he saw his fingers covered in blood. With a groan, he stood up, his vision swimming as people ran past him, ignoring the injured and dead that covered the rubble filled ground around him.

The stadium. It had been destroyed. He moved slowly toward what he hoped was the exit, stumbling. He spit out one of his back teeth as he fell and cracked his jaw on a large piece section of brick. He held back the urge to vomit as he spit blood onto the ground as well and kept moving. He couldn't stop. If he stopped, he would probably wind up dead.

A moment later, he reached the street, clutching the edge of the walkway that led down to the street. He gazed out at the panicked crowd as they fled. He was sure that the thing that had destroyed the stadium was getting closer, but he couldn't yet bring himself to move from where he was standing. He brushed blood off of his forehead as it tickled him and blinked wearily at the crowd. One person wasn't moving, standing only a few meters away, a heavy blade balanced carefully on his right shoulder, held tightly in his gloved hand.

"Sirius!" Harry shouted over the screams from the people in the street and the groan of the heavy buildings behind him as they collapsed. Pulling himself together, Harry moved slowly down the walkway toward the leather clad man that was now watching him over the top of his dark sunglasses. "What are you doing here?"

Sirius straightened as Harry neared, the black leather coat he was wearing fluttering in the sea breeze. Beneath it he wore heavy leather pants and a black leather chest plate. He blended in perfectly with the night sky, his dark hair hanging past his shoulders and tied back with a black ribbon.

"Was waiting for you, kid," Sirius answered lightly, adjusting his grip on the heavy blade and gazing intently at Harry, his gray eyes narrowed slightly.

"What?" Harry demanded.

"Drink this," a small bottle filled with blue liquid was handed to him.

Gazing at it for a moment, Harry uncorked it and swallowed it down. Almost immediately he felt the affects, his muscles stopped aching, the flow of blood from his injury ceased, and his head felt clearer. Wiping the remainder of the blood from his face, Harry cried out in alarm as Sirius turned his back to him and started down the street.

"Wait!" he shouted, taking off after Sirius, dropping the bottle so that it hit the ground and bounced, the crystal it was made of ringing.

Sirius was walking quickly as Harry dashed after him. Just before he reached him, a young woman ran past him, knocking him sideways. He stumbled for half a second and then looked after her as she ran down the road. He turned back around to follow Sirius, but something seemed to shift in the air. His head felt light and he nearly stumbled.

"It begins," whipping around again, he saw a small child, the child from before, standing in front of him.

Harry moved forward to say something to the boy, but then he caught sight of the fire lamp and straightened, heart racing wildly at the still flames. He turned around and saw that it wasn't only the fire. The woman that had knocked into him was stuck in place, still running.

"Don't cry," the world tilted again, whiting out as Harry turned back around.

The boy was gone.

Swallowing back his fear, Harry took off after Sirius again, catching up with him just before the road veered to the left. He caught the sleeve of Sirius' coat and stopped him from walking any further.

"We can't go this way," he panted.

"Look," Sirius ignored him, his gray eye flicking from Harry's face to something to their left. Harry turned around, following the other man's line of sight. He stumbled back a step, an exclamation of surprise and fear passing through his lips before he could stop it.

Floating in the air, half a mile from where they stood, was the massive bubble of water that had destroyed a quarter of the city in its wake. The water on the surface shifted wildly and as Harry watched it, he could swear that he could see something beneath the surface.

"We call it Sin," Sirius said lowly.

Harry looked at him. Sirius' gray eyes were narrowed dangerously behind his shades and his grip on the handle of his heavy blade tightened.

"Sin?"

There was a thunderous sound and the bubble of water rippled and a dark shape erupted from the watery surface, heading toward them. Harry ducked as something flew high over their heads, striking the building to their right. Straightening up, he gaped at the massive shelled plant that had just embedded itself into the side of the building. Tentacles whipped through the air as it pulsed with blue light, the dark blue shell cracking open to reveal hundreds of smaller shells.

They shot out from the shelled plant, littering the road. Harry cried out in horror as the shells cracked open and twisted to reveal insect looking creatures that clicked their mandibles together when they realized that Harry and Sirius were surrounded.

One of the insects was close enough to bite and it did, catching the edge of Harry's Quidditch uniform in its jaws. With a grunt of surprise, Harry struck out at it. The insect released him, falling back half a pace. Three more drew near and Harry yelled, waving his arms wildly at them. It only drew more closer to him.

"Here," Harry glanced over. Sirius was standing behind him, his left hand holding his heavy blade on his shoulder and in his right, a sword. "A gift from James."

Harry blinked, wrapping his left hand around the hilt as Sirius released his hold on it and stepped away from him. He held the sword upright for a moment and then, unused to holding a weapon, it dragged his hand down, striking the ground with a load screech of metal. The insects fell back several paces at the noise.

"My old man?" Harry breathed, adjusting his grip on the sword and swinging it at the insects.

"You do know how to use that right?" Sirius asked, hefting his blade with ease and cutting down two of the insects closest to him. Blood, black as his coat, oozed from the shells and the creature dissolved in a flurry of gently glowing lights.

"No problem," Harry said, gritting his teeth.

Sirius made a sound in the back of his throat, but Harry had all ready stepped forward, swinging heavily at the nearest insect. It fell back with a click of its jaws and he stumbled to his knees. The insect leapt forward and the heavy shell piece on its back hit his shoulder. He heard heavy steps beside him, a whistle of Sirius' heavy blade, and then the older man's voice in his ear.

"We have to keep moving," Sirius whispered, hauling Harry back onto his feet.

"I can do it," Harry said, pulling out of Sirius' grasp and he swung the sword at another insect as it scuttled forward. This time, he hit it. Black blood poured from the wound and it fell over onto its side and collapsed into a mass of lights.

"Come on," Sirius said. "Kill the ones that matter and run."

Harry scoffed, following after Sirius as they cut their way through the insects down the street. They cut their way through, moving quickly down the street, stopping only long enough to strike down any insects that got in their way. Harry was forced to hold the one handed weapon with both of his hands, but he managed well enough. Soon the air was filled with the soft glow of lights from the creatures rapidly dissolving bodies.

Harry skidded to a stop as another wave of small shells crashed into the road before them. Sirius shook his head as the insects hatched out and moved toward them, his gray eyes scanning the road, finally landing on a crashed bike, oil leaking from its tank across the ground. He smirked.

"That," he said, motioning to the bike.

"It's broken!" Harry protested.

"We're not going to ride it," Sirius said, slicing a few insects out of his way as he strode toward the bike. "We're going to light it on fire."

"What?" Harry didn't have a chance to protest as Sirius swung his blade, sparks flying up as the sharp edge of the blade hit the stone.

There was a flash of light and Sirius kicked the bike, sending it spinning. Harry gaped at him and then cried out as the bike exploded and the ground trembled.

"Go!" Sirius shouted as the ground beneath their feet began to crumble.

Harry jumped.

The road, really nothing but a bridge over the black water below, collapsed as Harry jumped. He grasped the edge of the remaining road that had not collapsed and struggled to pull himself up. His sword slid out of his hand and he yelled out to Sirius for help. Sirius was standing sedately above him on the ground, his blade balanced casually on his shoulder again.

"Come on," he said quietly, reaching down and pulling Harry up by the collar of his Quidditch uniform. Harry looked above them. The mass of water was swirling wildly above. Harry struggled.

"Sirius!" he gasped, trying to find his footing and then everything went white.

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He was floating somewhere in sky about the city. Hogwarts was on fire and as he floated, he realized that he was alone. He wanted suddenly someone, anyone to be there so he didn't have to feel alone anymore.