DISCLAIMER
This fanfic was organically written by Amber Serpent under the name "Harry Potter And The Phonix's Granted Wish" Amber Serpent wrote up to halfway through chapter 6 although I did make changes so it will fit with what I planed.
Prologue
Another chance
Harry Potter stared around dully, not blinking as tears slowly slid down his cheeks, creating tracks in the dirt and dried blood on his cheeks. Unmoving bodies littered the ground, various injuries and spells having taken their life. The stone floor was smeared with blood, and the scent was so strong that Harry could smell it.
He floated around his surroundings, sobbing, making his breaths hitch as his eyes landed on a familiar person after familiar person. Ron and Hermione weren't too far from him. The way that they were laying almost looked peaceful and sadly romantic, with the way that their hands were intertwined. Ginny was lying, slumped over near her mother. He swallowed thickly and turned. He spotted Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan together, and Luna near Colin and Neville, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Slughorn and Hagrid, all being killed in the resulting explosion after Harry killed Voldemort. He even spotted Draco, hunched over in the corner with his parents. It reminded him that he still had the boy's wand, that maybe Draco would have survived if Harry hadn't taken it from him. But he had needed a wand, and he was so angry and desperate, so he took it.
Stumbling to his feet, Harry headed over to Draco on impulse. He took the boy's wand and put it in his wand hand where it belonged. He nodded to himself and looked around, eyes sliding over the bodies of Death Eaters and friends alike. He headed back to where he woke up, stepping over Voldemort's body in the process. He sneered at it before plopping down on the ground and resting his head in his hands.
Then, he finally allowed the sobs to overtake him. He trembled and sobbed and gasped as the rising sun slowly filled the Great Hall with light. No one had survived; everyone friend and fo, giant or house elf the spell killed. Everyone that was on Hogwart ground was dead except Harry. His mind flew over his life. From getting his first letter to meeting Hagrid, and then Draco, then the Weasleys, Hermione, Neville, his professors, Snape, and Sirius, and Remus, and Tonks and the rest of the Order, and even Kreacher.
He shook as he thought of Sirius's death, and how it was all his fault, no matter who had told him it wasn't. If only he had built up his Occlumency walls, if only he had spent more time with Sirius. He should have run from the Dursleys and taken refuge in Grimmauld Place. His thoughts then turned to Remus. Remus, who had been so kind to him and had taught him to cast a Patronus, who had told him about his father. Why didn't he seek the man out more after Sirius fell through the veil? The man had been his only family left. Why didn't he talk more with the man? He felt know he was responsible for so much death.
He wished that he could go back, that he could change everything. That now were things he knew, that he could change what happened, starting from when he first encountered the magical world. He thought about all those witches and wizards who had tipped their hats at him, who had stared at him in awe and excitement. He could have told them that his Muggle family were cruel to him. That they hurt him, that he was often starved or beaten or whipped in punishment for "freaky" things happening that were completely beyond his control.