A/N: Hello, true believers. I decided to dip into my hard drive for old things that I could clean up and/or possibly post. It was then that I came upon this snippet and various others. As such, I've decided to post a few of them between now and whenever I can't. Don't expect any updates until (hopefully) October 10th, after today though, as I am going to be attending the Warrior Transition Course due to the fact I am separating from the Navy and going into the Army.

Now then, many of you will remember more than a few chapters back, Chapter 7, to be exact, that I did a Harry Potter time travel fic. You know the typical Voldemort winning the war, apocalyptic world, etc...

However, I added the twist that Harry was dead and others had to go back in time to save him, etc., etc.

Well, brace yourselves folks for Chapter 2 of this proposed Time Travel Fic. I doubt I'll continue on with this fic, so eventually all three of the chapters I have written (Chapter 3 is likely to be incomplete) will end up here in The Archive Rejects.

I am now officially calling Harry Potter and the Days of Futures Past, a dead idea.

Post-HBP, non-DH Compliant; Time Travel, Dark, First Person POV

Pairings: NL/HG, implied HP/GW, HG/RW, NL/LL

Chapter Two: The One the Darkness Fears

I can hear them in the distance. Adrenaline pumps through my veins and I grip my wand tightly. I can hear the growls and the snarls.

Death Eaters shouldn't have been able to find us here. We've been betrayed, I'm almost certain. Fleur, Charlie, George and Viktor are about as loyal as can be, but that doesn't mean they weren't captured and tortured, their minds and bodies broken and violated.

At this point that doesn't matter. Whether we were willingly betrayed, or if the location of our current HQ was plucked from their minds by a powerful Legimens, like the Dark Lord, it just doesn't matter.

That will be dealt with after the battle, should we survive.

Yes, if anything matters, it's making sure we live and they don't. No one understands, not even Hermione. They think it's appalling to have to take a life, but I've come to accept it.

I'm not evil, it's war and I'm just merely playing my part. Moody understood and towards the end, Harry did too. I didn't until after Harry died and I lost my Gran and Luna.

I sigh.

Luna...

We never had a chance. We were just becoming close when she was taken from me. She and I weren't really dating officially, but still, she was a good friend, even if she was a bit strange.

Hermione's a special woman, though I've never told her. She pulled me together and helped me through a rough time in my life. She understood. Many of the people I lost were dear to her as well. My Gran was killed around the same time as her parents.

I look around me at the other Order members.

They're scared, each and every single one of them. The new kids look as if they're going to shit themselves. Then again, when I was their age I WOULD have shit myself if faced with the prospect of facing off against Death Eaters and Voldemort's perversions of magic on a daily basis. Then again, they've grown up with that all of their lives. I was raised to believe the Dark Lord was dead and wasn't supposed to return. Funny how he did and when Harry told everyone they laughed and called him a crazy attention seeking delinquent.

They aren't laughing now though.

Hell, most of them aren't breathing either. Ironic, isn't it?

"You three," I order, "Go around that rubble over there and draw the Death Eaters away. You five go over there," I point in another direction, "And try to pick them off as they become distracted. The rest of you are going to engage them directly while I try to take out as many of the Reapers as I can."

Reapers.

Nasty creatures.

Cold, mindless killing machines.

A lot like me, only more vicious and more efficient and a lot less intelligent. They have red, heavily muscled bodies and are incredibly strong and agile. They're fast too. They have long gnashing teeth in their ugly jaws. They have elongated arms and move on all fours. They don't eat, nor do they sleep. Like I said, killing machines. Whoever created them was either very brilliant or very demented.

In time of war, I tend to believe that brilliance and madness go hand in hand, after all my darling witch is one of the most brilliant of the age and she's desperate enough to play around with the sands of time to change our current present, consequences be damned.

For better or worse.

Not that things could get much worse, but who knows, maybe they can. Fate is quite the vindictive little bitch sometimes.

Still, they aren't the worst Voldemort has to offer, they're just the only ones that can be massed produced.

Their thick hides make them invincible to almost all physical forms of damage, though a gun will at least slow them down. Only the most powerful blasting hexes are effective, but I prefer to use the Killing Curse on them. After all, with them, it's kill or be killed and personally I like living. Harry understood, after all he had the most powerful Dark Lord after him personally.

One Reaper can do quite a bit of damage, but they're easily dealt with. However, rarely do they come in singles. They travel in packs and they attack in groups of at least three. Their single minded blood lusted fury gives us an advantage though. They think of killing and that is all they think about. They have no learning capability. Just make the kills as bloody and as vicious as possible.

There are other creatures, each with different strengths and weaknesses and each with a specific purpose. Some can't be hurt with magic and are even immune to the Killing Curse, others can't be hurt at all. All of them are equally deadly.

I do a quick count of our enemies. They have six Reapers and about three dozen Death Eaters. Not the best of odds, but at least they don't have any... Wait a second, what the hell is that?

In the center of the group they have a creature bound in shackles and caged It looks extremely vicious and obviously it's powerful, even the Reapers are steering clear of it. I have a bad feeling bad things will happen if they let it loose.

For us and them.

Perhaps a well placed blasting curse...

And then what Longbottom?

It'll be a matter of moments before either they kill it or it kills them, either way you've still got the problem of the Dark Lord's followers being after you.

If it kills them, you're out of luck and possibly out of time to live.

If they kill it... Then perhaps you can get lucky and pick off the remnants of their group. Not a risk you're willing to take. After all, there are three dozen of them with six Reapers. The Reapers are so scared, they could bolt at any moment. The Wizards look like they don't want to turn that thing loose unless they absolutely have to, which means they don't have much confidence that they can kill it despite superior numbers.

If they can't rely on themselves, you shouldn't rely on them either.

I turn to the people with me and convey to them what I see and that under no circumstances is that thing to be set loose. I also tell them I will personally kill the person who does. They all nod, mostly because they know I will and it won't be something quick like the Killing Curse.

They all remember my duel with Bellatrix Lestrange. Nasty fight, but I got the stupid bitch. I snapped during that fight. I was still cursing her already mutilated corpse when they pulled me off of her and boy did I get her with some nasty ones.

Not that she didn't deserve it. Aside what she did to my own parents, the lost look in Harry's eyes after Sirius Black was killed still haunt me to this day. The fact that she also tortured a very pregnant Ginny Weasley until she killed both mother and child didn't help none either.

There wasn't a person I knew at the time that wasn't devastated by the loss of the last legacy left by Harry Potter.

I lost my arm dueling her, but I was so filled with rage I barely noticed. Somewhere I know Harry approved even if others didn't. Not that I cared what they all thought, I avenged the Deaths of countless people who were close to me.

I'd do the same to Voldemort if I could, but after the way he took out Moody, I don't think even I would last but a few quick moments against the Dark Lord.

If only Harry survived...

Only Hermione knows how he died, but she doesn't like to talk about it much, not that I would either. I may have embraced killing and perhaps to a certain degree, enjoy it, but I don't revel in pondering each and every single person I have killed. Actually, with the exception of Bella, I really don't like to think about all those I've killed at all.

Alright Longbottom, focus.

You need to make it out of this alive.

Still, I wonder how the future will change if Hermione's plan succeeds. Will we still be together?

I always thought she and Ron would be an item, but after he died I was the only person she'd even get remotely close to. She even began to love me, though neither one of us has said as much to the other. Funny how one thinks of these things when he's faced with his own possible death. Perhaps if I make it out of this I'll tell her. I said that last time though, and the time before...

Some Gryffindor courage, eh?

I see two flashes in the distance. The others are in position. It's time to act. I give everyone the signal and then I leap over the pile of rubble rapidly firing random curses. The Death Eaters have been thrown into chaos. One goes to fire a blasting curse at the cage but I amputate his wand arm with a powerful and precise severing curse.

Five points for me.

The Reapers are moving now. Their fear of the creature forgotten at the prospect of tearing and gnawing at fresh meat, slowly and painfully gnawing and ripping flesh off of a human's bones.

Despicable.

I may enjoy killing, but no where on the level those things do.

They charge at me. Reacting quickly, I rapidly fire Killing Curses at them. Two fall instantly, the others dodge out of the way.

Four left.

They're quick. Too quick. With only one eye, I can barely follow each of their movements. I curse my luck that I had lost it after the St. Mungo's Valentine's Day Slaughter all those years ago. Not long after that Hogwarts fell.

The Hogwarts Massacre was perhaps one of the bloodiest battles of the entire war, and that is saying something considering some of the battles I have been through. Ginny and Luna died that day. So did Bellatrix. Luckily Hermione came across the charm for magical limbs in the ruins of the Library and was brilliant enough to modify it.

Two are behind me now about 15 meters away, one is to my left on a small pile of rubble at 20 meters, and the last has maneuvered itself directly in front of me, slightly to the right at about 10 meters.

I smirk. There is a reason why Death Eaters fear me and it isn't just the gruesome way I took out Bellatrix.

Closing my eye, I listen as gravel shifts and the sound of breathing becomes more rapid. It takes all my concentration to keep my own normal. The rush of adrenaline is doing nothing for my nerves and I can't help but want to flee in terror for my life. I know, however, I wouldn't make it, they're just too fast.

The one towards my left lunges at me. I spin around casting a quick Killing Curse at it. It falls to the ground but still the momentum sends it careening towards me. I leap over it's corpse and fire off two more killing curses. Hit. Miss.

Damn... I'm getting sloppy in my old age.

Normally one wouldn't think 42 is very old, certainly not a wizard considering we live to be nearly 200, but in this day and age those who resist Voldemort openly rarely see their 25th birthdays.

Come to think of it, I think Charlie's the oldest member of the order. Well, that is, if he wasn't captured.

Two left.

Before I can even get off the ground, the one that had been in front of me comes for me. Sorry, 'Mione, it looks like the end...

A bright orange beam connects with its side.

Blasting Hex.

Not powerful enough to either kill or damage it, but enough to save my arse.

That means I still have a chance! Reflexively, I roll out of the way of the other one that almost got me from behind. I could feel it's claws as they grazed my skin as I barely got out of the way. It gets knocked back as I hit it with a Killing Curse.

Damn, I'm awfully liberal with those things. I am not Voldemort, however, and I do have my limits. My head is swimming and I'm disoriented.

Damn...

Not now...!

I have drained my magical core sufficiently, the multiple Killing Curses in such a short time has taken their toll on my body and I stumble. I've dropped my wand. Bugger.

The last Reaper recovered and pounced on me. It was all I could do was hold it back with my Mithril Arm, but my physical strength was leaving me. I hear chaos all around me and a loud piercing roar.

Suddenly, the Reaper that was on top of me is snatched up. Only one thing comes to mind as I scramble to grab my wand.

Oh shit!

Sadly, I think that is the understatement of the decade.

The creature before me was a sickening green color mixed with a bit of light blue. It had a heavily muscled body and was completely hair less. It looked to be about three times the size of the Reaper it held fast in its claws. The Reaper tried and struggled to get away, but it's resistance proved fatal as the new creature bit its head off. I couldn't help but become impressed by it's gaping maw.

This was a true specimen of the ultimate killing machine.

No fear, no conscious. It was reasonable to believe that with all or the similarities between it and the average Reaper, it was also incredibly fast and virtually indestructible. Experimentally, I fired off the first curse on my lips.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Not very original, but usually effective.

I watch as the curse hits the creature and he absorbs it. He even looked to be bit stronger.

Bloody Hell!

Looks like Voldemort came up with a way of generating magical energy for his more powerful creatures.

This is something new. Something I am sure is as strong as a Sentinel, though as fast as a Reaper.

It's probably smart too with an uncanny ability to learn from its environment. Hopefully, nearby there is a Death Eater this thing can maul so I can get away. I look over at it's former prison, the Death Eater who released it is dead.

It kills efficiently and quickly. Doesn't waste time mutilating the corpse.

Well, If I'm going to die, I am going to do it in style. I stare the new monster in the eye, and let out a roar.

Ironic, isn't it?

I can't tell the woman I love that I love her, but I can face down the beast that is more than likely going to kill me and taunt it.

It lets out it's own deafening roar. My ears are ringing.

The creature stares me in the eye. It crouches low in a defensive stance and lets out a low feral growl. The way it moves, gracefully and deadly... I can't help but stand in awe of the Death Eater's handiwork.

I stand bravely, ignoring everyone else on the battlefield. It's just me and this creature, the perfect specimen for the ultimate killing machine. I switch my wand to my left hand and draw my sword from with my right. It absorbs magic, and while the skin looks extremely tough, though I doubt it can't be cut.

I run my wand down the length of the blade's edge. It doesn't hurt to make sure it's extra sharp. The creature seems to understand what I'm doing. If I'm not mistaken, it even took a step back. Was it possible that perhaps, though unlikely, that this thing had a sense of honor?

I swung the sword in an 'X' pattern after I sharpened the blade. I kept my wand handy in my left hand. Even though I couldn't attack the beast with magic I figured it would still do me more good in my hand rather than in it's holster. I held the sword out in front of me, my wand in my other hand at my side.

I knew the chances, the odds...

I was going to die, but I would do so honorably.

Slowly the creature and I circled each other. It lunged forward, and I stepped back to avoid it's snapping jaws, swinging the newly sharpened blade. The blade struck hard against the creatures tough, thick hide but there was barely a scratch on the creatures head.

It remained crouched low, and circled around me. I remained stationary the sword between myself and the creature. I took a quick swipe at the creature, the blade was deflected off of the creature's head. It reached out with a clawed hand narrowly missing me as I jumped back. I cast a quick Reductor Curse at the ground. The dust and rocks kicked up by the small explosion temporarily caused the creature to flinch back. I slashed the creatures arm twice, still minimal damage.

The creature then lunged at me, I easily sidestepped and cast a quick, but still effective, Banishing Charm. It then went careening into a small pile of rocks.

It slowly stood and shook off the effects of the impact.

As it did, I saw my chance.

I threw the sword with as much force as I could. A Banishing Charm sent it at the murderous beast at a much higher velocity. The blade pierced the skin and buried itself deep into it's chest. The creature fell flat on it's back after letting out a pained cry. The remaining Death Eaters were being driven back, but they still outnumbered us.

A strong Concussion Charm knocked several Death Eaters off of their feet. It also probably burst several of their ear drums making nearly all of them deaf. It would take weeks for them to grow them back.

Liberal use of the Bone Explosion Hex caused more than a couple to lose various limbs and some their lives.

A spell flew past my head, just barely missing me from behind. I duck reflexively, and spin around.

"Avada Kedavra!" I shout. The Death Eater in question slumped down, his soul ripped from his body.

"Ostium Refractum!" The Bone Breaking Hex.

Not as powerful as the exploding one, but no where near as draining.

Still, it was powerful enough to break every bone in the Death Eater's wand hand saving Ernie's life, though for the thousandth time I couldn't figure out why. He wasn't a great duelist, though I suppose he was good enough in a fight. However, he was still as pompous and arrogant as he was when we went to school together. In all honesty, Ernie reminded me as Hufflepuff's version of Draco Malfoy.

"It's time to go!" I shouted as the Death Eaters retreated. I kept firing curses and hexes at their backs in case any of them decided to follow us. I was breathing heavily, fatigue setting in. I took two steps before I collapsed as the world turned black.