Harry looked out over the students and parents from his seat next to Albus. Severus and Dracka sat next to him and Minerva and the other teachers on the other side of Albus. The Headmaster gave him a nod before getting to his feet. Harry focused back on the parents and looked out over them. He could feel the dark curse of the Dark Mark from Lucius Malfoy and the blonde gave him a smirk from the crowd.
Harry opened his mind slightly to the magic around him. A slight haze came to his sight as he looked over the people in front of him. He couldn't look too far with the amount of magic around them and the spells that the parents had around them. He picked up the wards of the castle while the Headmaster spoke. He sent a slight touch of magic along the links before pulling back.
A slight buzz in his pocket had him slipping one of Dracka's message stones out. He leaned forward in his chair to cover it as he looked down at the message on the surface of the stone.
'Sighted, Blake.' Was written on the stone in a hand he knew. 'No word on Ministry. Your Squirts are giving them a little trouble.'
'Pull back to the castle,' Harry sent back.
Harry slipped the stone back into his pocket. Voldemort and his followers had been spotted moving towards the school. Harry turned back to the crowd before him as the Headmaster finished up his speech. He unrolled the scroll with the students' names on it when something caught Harry's attention and he tensed.
Harry was standing and slamming into the Headmaster as instincts honed from years of battle overtook him before the curse had even left the castor's wand. He stepped back as the killing curse flashed by him missing by an inch. He pulled up a protection ward between the students and their parents before he looked around for the person that had sent the spell. Lucius Malfoy's pale face gave him away in the crowd as parents and students panicked and scattered, giving the man cover.
Harry held a hand out to the Headmaster as Severus and Dracka moved in on them. He helped pull the old man to his feet as the other teachers weaved into the crowd.
"Holy fuck," Dracka swore, his eyes large.
"Thank you, my boy." Albus grinned, patting Harry's shoulder.
"Albus you stay here," Harry quickly ordered. "Severus and Dracka help round up the students-ugh!"
BOOM!
Harry dropped to his knees as the wards of the school took a heavy attack, sending a bolt of pain straight through his head. He fumbled with his wand and harshly sliced through his connection to the wards, making his head spin slightly.
"Blake!"
Harry pulled himself to his feet, his head pounded as he pushed Severus towards the students. Noticing the Headmaster had thrown up a protection ward when his had failed. He pulled two potions from his pocket and downed them both quickly as he assessed the situation.
"Get to the students!" Harry snapped at Severus and Dracka when they didn't move.
"Dad!"
Harry's head flicked around as his son ran towards him with his friends at his back.
"Get to the staging areas!" Harry ordered as they ran up to him.
His son looked unsure but then nodded and ran off with his friends and Draco falling in behind him. Severus and Dracka with the help of the other teachers moved towards the students and parents. Harry linked in with everyone that held a portkey and activated the warning in them to call everyone to the school.
The wards flared over their head and the ground rumbled under their feet but they held. Harry could do nothing more for them, without a connection to the wards. He looked up as colours ran over the normally invisible barrier and knew only one person could attack the wards like that.
"That's the Dark Lord," Harry told the Headmaster. "He's attacking them directly. If we hadn't reinforced and renewed them when we did Then that first attack would have brought them down!"
"Will they hold?" Albus asked.
"No," Harry said simply. "But the castle ones should. They are stronger since they linked in with the stones as well as the ground and don't have to cover as much area. The goblins should be able to link in with them and pool their power. The wards on the grounds are a different story."
Harry turned away from the Headmaster and pulled his dark wand. He whispered a spell under his breath as he focused his mind before releasing his dark magic in a rush and a huge dragon made of black mist appeared in front of them. It gave a roar, shaking the glass in the windows of the castle and making students and parents gasp, before it turned its head towards where the Dark Lord was attacking the wards. Harry poured the dark magic into the beast until its form become solid and dark magic dripped from its scales and burned the grass with each step it took. He gently placed an image in its head as he held the connection to the dragon in his mind. The wards rang out at the use of so much dark magic.
"I really wish you wouldn't do that," Albus muttered as he rubbed his temple.
"Oops, sorry." Harry said with a grin. "I should have warned you first, right?"
"I'm just happy that you're on our side, Blake." Albus replied, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Ha!" Harry barked as the last of the students were ushered into the castle.
His large dragon ambled towards the wards with a fleeing Lucius Malfoy running ahead of it as it spat black mist towards the Death Eater. He smirked at the sight. He could feel the first of his portkeys coming into the school and broke that link in his mind. The wards flared above their heads again and Harry could see cracks appearing in the dome.
"We haven't got long." Harry reported. "Albus you know what you're doing, keep your walkie close, just in case. I'll move back to the castle with the vampires and my men. Good luck, Headmaster. I'll be there to support you when the Dark Lord moves in."
The Headmaster nodded and stepped forward as his men fell in around him to move into place and set up defences. Harry could feel his link to the dragon and lightly brushed against Severus and Ry's connections. Ry was in place and Severus was moving back towards him with Miller and his team.
"Okay," Harry called, staying on the stage and calling out to the men and woman around him. "I want you back at the castle! The wards of the castle should hold, but if they fail, you are not to let anyone in unless they give the passcode! Do not curse the vampires, understand?"
"Will the wards on the grounds hold?" Someone from the crowd yelled.
"No," Harry answered as Severus came to stand beside him. "They will fall, be ready. Now move!"
Harry turned to Severus, the man looked pale but his black eyes shone, he was ready.
BOOM!
Flashes of lightening ran along the wards and the cracks started to widen. The Ministry workers and Aurors ran back towards the castle with Miller barking orders to get them into place, leaving Harry and Severus free for now. Harry looked everything over, so far everything was going to plan but Harry knew from experience how quickly plans could unravel.
"Come on," Harry whispered to Severus and grabbed his arm.
They hurried back towards the front of the castle. Harry could see his dragon pacing back and forth in front of where the Dark Lord and his supporters stood. The Order had set up camp nearby and the Headmaster had pulled up a ward in front of them like a wall, that could only be seen through from their side, as he moved people into place. The wall would give them the element of surprise but that would only last so long. The ward would stop most spells but not the killing curse as Albus had people building up physical barriers to stop them from being surrounded but still allowing them a way to retreat. Following the plan to the tee.
Harry looked everything over as people moved into place. Dracka and his men would be working on the other side of the castle to lock it down. Miller's voice washed over them as he barked orders and Harry caught his eyes and gave him a signal. Miller ordered groups with firearms forward to support Albus. The old man wouldn't like it, but if it saved lives Harry didn't much care if Albus didn't like his methods. Harry knew that Voldemort wouldn't enter the field until his lesser supporters had worn down their forces.
Dracka suddenly appeared next to them, grinning with his red eyes shining, as the pendent around his neck glowed softly. Harry shivered slightly at the look in the other man's eyes. He was sure that Dracka and the other vampires would be well fed by the end of the battle.
"All in place," Dracka reported. "I have my men spread throughout the school and on the back side, so that we can't be attacked from there. They know to move back towards the castle if they are pushed too hard. Nice dragon by the way."
"Thanks," Harry replied dryly.
"There's no word from the Ministry about an attack there," Dracka said as he looked around. "I still have men there with the Aurors, just in case. They'll send word if anything changes. The Squirts were causing trouble for the Dark Lord but they scattered after they started using the killing curse."
The dragon suddenly lifted its head up and roared, rattling the windows nearby and shaking the ground under their feet as it ripped its claws into the earth. Swinging its head towards the Dark Lord as he attacked the wards, blowing out dark mists before it. Harry gently picked up the link with the beast and sent a little magic along the line and it roared again.
"That's the thing with creatures made from dark magic," Harry muttered. "They tend to create a personality of their own."
"It won't turn on us will it?" An Auror whispered.
"Not unless you have a Dark Mark on your arm," Harry smirked.
"You linked it to the Dark Mark?" Dracka laughed.
"Well," Harry pointed out. "I couldn't link it to dark magic, now could I?"
Severus subconsciously rubbed his left arm, even if the Dark Mark had faded a long time ago. Harry bumped his shoulder against his with a grin as he held the link with the dragon and waited.
"Okay everyone!" Harry called out. "The wards are going to fall soon. You have your orders! Hold!"
BOOM, CRACK!
The wards fell.
Harry instantly felt an anti-apparation, portkey and anti-broom wards flare to life in a dome over the castle grounds as Bill and the goblins poured their magic into the wards. Forcing Voldemort and his followers to attack on foot. The wards wouldn't block them from entering, that wasn't the point, they were hoping that Voldemort wouldn't spend the time in pulling those wards down before attacking. Harry picked up the forms of the Death Eaters moving forward and smirked before he closed his eyes and linked in with his dragon, trusting Severus to have his back.
Harry braced himself as he cast his mind out. His dragon reared getting air under its wings as it took to the sky. Harry flying with it as Death Eaters flooded forward. The dragon turned, heading towards the men, seeing its targets as it let loose with its deadly black fire. People screamed as the fire landed on them, burning like acid, as spells struck its flanks.
The dragon screamed and pumped its wings to get higher as it turned its head. It looked around the field before its master called it further out towards something in the distance. There were large men with clubs standing at the back of the smaller people and its master turned him towards them. The dragon roared and pumped its wings before flying low and opening its mouth, black fire spilling out and the large men were screaming and swinging their clubs.
The dragon turned to the side as smaller people threw lights at him, stinging into his sides. He climbed higher, winging over the castle and dived for the large men again. He landed with a thud on all fours with his head forward as he spewed black fire at the large men. They fell to his fire and he reared onto his back legs with his wings spread wide as he roared. Spells hit his back and sides and he screamed as his form started to unravel. He threw the last of his fire at the men around him until he ran out of form and was soaked back into the earth with one last roar.
Harry stumbled forward as his dragon puffed into mist and Severus grabbed his shoulder. He let the connection and magic go.
"Thanks," Harry muttered.
"You were lost for a second," Severus pointed out
"They had giants," Harry smirked.
"Had?" Dracka asked beside them.
"Not anymore," Harry said darkly as the last of the dragon's roar rolled over them.
A few Aurors around them shifted nervously but Harry ignored them as he watched the battle closely. His trained eye picked out details that others could miss. The Order and the Aurors where holding against the Death Eaters as Dumbledore moved them into place. Following the plan so far.
"My men are being flanked on the South," Dracka reported as he looked down at the message stone. "They are taking heavy fire."
"Auror teams five through twelve!" Harry called to the men around him. "South side support. Help the vampires."
Under a half of the men around Harry set out at a run as Harry watched the Headmaster carefully making sure he wouldn't become overrun. The Dark Lord hadn't moved forward yet but Harry could feel the dark magic from the man and it was building. His battle trained eyes kept an eye on the Headmaster and his men. Voldemort was planning an attack from the back lines and from the amount of dark magic he was gathering it wasn't going to be pretty.
"Fuck," Harry swore suddenly and pulled his walkie talkie from his belt. "Retreat! Dracka hold."
Harry stepped forward until he stood right on the edge of the steps, leading down out of the castle. It put him in a bad position as he stood in the open but he needed the space to work.
"Everyone move back," Harry called behind him.
The Headmaster was ordering a retreat and the Order and Aurors were falling back as the Headmaster held the protection ward in place to give them cover.
"Headmaster," Harry said into the walkie. "When I say duck, hit the deck. Call the order."
Harry slipped out of his shoes and glanced over his shoulder at the men gathered behind him. Severus, Dracka and Miller at the front of the group and keeping a sharp eye out. He locked eyes with Severus briefly.
"Strike team three," Harry called. "Robbie, I want one of those rocket launchers ready to go in five. Watch my back."
"Yes, sir!"
Harry turned back to the battle as Death Eaters pushed forward and the Order moved back. The Headmaster held the wall as he stepped back slowly from the advancing force and Harry frowned when he noticed they were pushing the group to the left slightly. Since it was still towards the school and they hadn't blocked them off, he chalked it up to just the way they were moving. He had a bigger problem to deal with than how Albus's force was retreating.
Harry slipped his cherry wand out of his pocket and slowly built up his magic, sending it into the ground at his feet. The wand hummed in his hand as he pushed the magic through it and he hoped that it wouldn't shatter on him. He would be putting it to the test today.
He felt the stones under his feet and the people gathered behind him as he sent his magic running along the ground towards the Order and the Headmaster. When he reached the Headmaster's spell he stopped. He let his magic pool there as he felt the dark magic building further out towards the forest. The Dark Lord was getting ready to make a move.
Harry crouched down and placed the hand holding the cherry wand on the stones at the top of the stairs as he watched the field before him. He slowly added light magic to the mix and waited. The Dark Lord appeared near the tree line as Harry kept pouring his magic down into the ground. His head pounded slightly from the magic as he worked. His other hand holding the walkie tightly as he twisted the magic the way he wanted. He kept an eye on what Voldemort was doing as he whispered the spells he wanted under his breath.
"Headmaster, hold." Harry ordered softly.
The Dark Lord casually walked forward, his inner circle around him. He felt the dark magic building up as Harry pooled his magic slowly into the ground, keeping it deep enough not to be picked up and using the Headmaster's barrier spell as cover. This move all came down to the element of surprise against a man that had more power than Harry did.
"Drop the ward." Harry panted, his mind fully focused on the magic, Voldemort and Albus.
Harry took up the spell as the Headmaster dropped it, seamlessly transferring the magic to him. He gritted his teeth as he focused all his attention on the spell and the magic that he was working with. This was the most dangerous part for Harry, he would not be able to defend himself if he was attacked, wouldn't even know he was in danger. His trust was completely in the people behind him. Voldemort strolled forward with confidence and arrogance in every line of his body and Harry waited.
"Retreat slowly, your men are halfway back. I need you to move but don't run. Keep your wand up." Harry ordered.
The Dark Lord's chilling laughter rolled over the battle and Harry shivered as he held his magic in place and waited. He could feel the strain as his magic pooled before the wall that he held in place. Voldemort stopped before the barrier and laid a hand on it. Harry kept the barrier up as he kept an eye on where everyone was as he kept building the magic up in the ground, waiting. His wand was red hot in his hand now and hummed slightly but was holding as he held it trapped between his hand and the stones before him.
"You think this will hold me back!" The Dark Lord yelled.
The Headmaster was halfway back to the castle and Harry smirked. Just as the Dark Lord released his dark magic. Harry flared his, springing his trap.
"DUCK!"
BOOM!
The Headmaster dropped to the ground as the dark and light magic clashed and flared out. Making everyone but Harry turn away as the Dark Lord screamed. Harry's magic attacking in force as he released it. His magic flaring out and overcoming the spell Voldemort had used. Death Eaters were flung aside as that magic smashed into them, tossed aside like dolls as Voldemort tried to combat the magic Harry had released.
Harry smirked as Voldemort was pushed back as he pushed himself to his feet. The magic still flaring out with a whooshing sound as it flared out from the place that Harry had released it. Passing over the heads of the Headmaster and any of the Order or Aurors still close enough, while taking out anyone that had been standing. By the time it reached Harry it was just a soft breeze.
"Run! Robbie left side flank!" Harry ordered.
The rocket launcher set off with an eerie whine as it raced across the ground. It hit the ground on the left side of the Dark Lord, throwing up dirt into the air and making the man flinch back. Covering the Headmaster as he ran, suddenly the man stopped and knelt down.
"Run!" Harry yelled into the walkie.
"Protection circle," Albus replied. "A very strong one, someone has laid a gold wire."
Harry swore and swung around to Severus.
"We'll get you out!" Harry barked into the walkie before placing it back on his belt.
Understanding why Voldemort's men had been pushing the Order in that direction. It looked like Harry wasn't the only one that could set a trap and he cursed again for not checking for that kind of magic. He was sure that Malfoy would have set it up. He pulled the black cube form his pocket and threw it to Severus who caught it easily.
"Albus is stuck in a protection circle. Malfoy must have planted it." Harry explained. "You'll need to bring it down, I'll buy you time."
Severus paled as he noticed how the Headmaster was stuck out in the open. At least the protection charm gave him protection at the same time that it kept him trapped until it was brought down.
"I'm moving forward." Harry said, taking command. "Dracka, strike team three and Auror teams one through four cover me. Severus when you get the chance. Get to Albus. All other teams, hold here. Miller…" Harry looked at the man, their eyes locked before he added, "You have your orders."
Miller gave him a sharp nod in agreement, he would do what he had to. Harry walked forward with the teams as he held his cherry wand in his left and his sword in his right. He paced to the right of Albus, putting himself between the man and Voldemort. The Headmaster was about twenty meters from where Harry stood.
"Dracka," Harry snapped. "I want that snake dead! Teams take your commands from Severus or Dracka and fall back slightly. They are taking over command. Miller back them up."
Miller and Harry locked eyes briefly, they both knew the price they may have to pay. Miller and his team would back whatever Severus and Dracka had planned. Even if it went against what Harry wanted.
Harry could spy the Dark Lord's snake moving towards the Headmaster and he sent a light spell towards the beast. The snake reared as the spell hit the ground, swinging her head in Harry's direction.
"Over here, you piece of shit!" Harry hissed loudly in Parseltongue. "You think your Master will protect you!"
Aurors shivered around him at the hissing as Nagini turned towards Harry. The Dark Lord paused and turned towards him as well. He had their attention and he smirked. Harry held his hand up to stop his teams and walked forward alone. He needed to distract the man for as long as he could to give Severus and Dracka time.
"Another of the house of Slytherin!" The Dark Lord hissed in Parseltongue.
"Did you think you were alone?" Harry questioned with a smirk. "Did you think you are the only person to swing dark magic around and talk to snakes?"
Harry moved closer to Voldemort and hopped that Severus was moving towards the Headmaster and Dracka was in place to take out the snake. Harry stopped moving as he left a good space between himself and the Dark Lord.
They stood alone and took a good look at each other.
"Blake Sun," Voldemort hissed, his red eyes flashing.
"Dark Lord Voldemort, we meet again." Harry smirked back.
Harry smirked wider as he noticed the rips and cuts in the Dark Lord's clothing and the large gash along the side of his head. He'd taken a good hit from Harry's spell.
"You are not welcome on this ground," Harry stated.
Harry planted both his feet on the ground firmly as he felt the grass through his toes and the castle woke up behind him at his words.
"I am the descendant of Salazar Slytherin!" Voldemort yelled and Harry knew he'd hit a sore spot. "I have a right!"
Harry smirked as he looked the other man over, the man's eyes flashing in rage. The angrier he could get him, the better for Harry, and the higher the chance he would make a mistake. Harry would need that as he felt the man's dark magic brush him.
"I am the descendant of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor," Harry smirked. "Who has more of a right?"
Voldemort's eyes widened at those words before narrowing.
"Avada Kadava!" Voldemort hissed, his wand raised.
The green spell headed straight for Harry and he grinned. He grabbed the spell, tangling his dark magic around the green beam, and with a smirk twirled on the spot, holding the spell as he turned it back towards the Dark Lord.
Voldemort yelped and ducked out of the way in shock. Everything went silent as people stood staring and Harry gave the man a wild grin. His magic crackled along his skin and he felt the dark magic around them pulsing like a heartbeat. Harry may not have the power levels that the man before him but he'd shown that he had skills that the Dark Lord didn't.
Voldemort straightened up slowly, his eyes focused on Harry and he wasn't smiling anymore. Harry stared back with his wand held loosely in his hand. He never liked going head to head with a Dark Lord and yet he seemed to always find himself in that position.
"Dracka, snake!" Harry ordered as he threw out his light magic at the Dark Lord, making the first move.
Harry ignored everything around him but the Dark Lord as he jumped back from the fire spell the man sent towards him. He turned the flames away as he channelled dark magic into the form of a lion that lunged towards the other man. Dark magic spun around them as they exchanged spells, getting a feel for the other. Harry dropped to the ground as a bolt of dark magic past over his head.
He grinned as the Hallows burned in his blood and he coated his skin with magic, adding strength to his muscles. He rolled to his feet then jumped forward with his sword. He was pushed back with a wave of dark magic as he brought a shield up before him and rolled to the side. His lion roared as the Dark Lord threw a green spell at the beast.
Harry got his feet under him again and they both glanced over. When dark magic puffed into the air as Miller drove his silver sword deeply into the head of the Dark Lord's snake. He held a shield of pure power before him to protect him from the backlash from the horcrux. Harry frowned, where were Dracka and Severus?
Voldemort yelled out in rage and Harry quickly lunged to the side but that moment of inattention cost him. The blasting spell hit him in the side and he was flung back a few meters. He tried to roll as he hit and was only half successful as he hit the ground hard.
He gasped as the air was knocked out of his lungs as he tried to get to his feet. His head still spinning well after he'd stopped moving. If it weren't for the dark magic around him and his dragon hide vest under his shirt. He was sure that hit would have taken him out of the fighting. He staggered as he tried to get his balance and he was sure that he had broken some ribs as the Dark Lord's chilling laughter rolled over him. He shook his head slightly as his vision blurred and he was sure he'd hit his head in the fall.
"Dad!"
Harry's heart froze as Ry ran towards him and the Dark Lord's face twisted up in a smirk. He suddenly flared a barrier between Harry and Ry. Harry quickly brought his wand up but knew he wouldn't be able to break through the barrier quick enough.
"Potter, now!" Severus yelled from somewhere behind him.
Ry slid to a stop and everything stilled as the Dark Lord raised his wand. The Headmaster was still trapped in the protection circle as Harry pulled his magic together and he managed to plant his feet firmly on the ground. He quickly sent a bolt of pure power towards the barrier in front of him. The spell smashed into it and it flared before falling, but it was too little, too late. Harry gathered his magic again as his head spun and he tried to focus.
Ry just stood there staring at the Dark Lord not even raising his wand. Harry's heart dropped as coldness swept through his body. What was the boy doing! He had skills, why was he standing there!
"Avada Kadava!"
"No!"
Harry yelled out as the sickly green light blazed across the grounds of Hogwarts and smashed into the form of Harry Potter. The boy was bathed in green light briefly before dropping limp where he stood as the Dark Lord's laughter chilled Harry to the bone.
Harry's spell unravelled around him, his eyes went wide in shock as his vision snapped into focus on the still body of his son.
"No." Harry whispered, feeling numb as his magic lashed out around him.
His wand and sword falling from numb fingers as he stared in horror at his son's limp body on the ground in a crumpled heap. With a roar of rage Harry went to rush forward but Severus grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back. Harry lashed out and Severus grunted as Harry's fist connected with his side. His grip slipped enough for Harry to get one step forward, before arms like steel wrapped around him. Dracka was there, red eyes blazing. The vampire hauled him back as Harry struggled.
"Ry!" Harry sobbed, fighting against the vampire without success as his dark magic swirled around him.
"Severus!" Dracka hissed.
"Do it," Severus gasped as he held his ribs.
Dracka darted his head forward and plunged his fangs into Harry's neck. Making the shorter man cry out in pain as the vampire sucked in his dark magic and blood. Harry fought against the man but only succeeded in ripping the wound wider as the dark magic drained off him but Harry didn't care. His eyes were locked on the form of his son as the cold laughter of Voldemort rolled over them.
Dracka suddenly pulled back with a gasp and let Harry slip limply to his knees on the ground. Severus rushed in with a bandage and potion in hand, clapping it over the wound to stop the bleeding. Harry felt drained of dark magic and a white mist swirled around his sight. Severus and Dracka the only things keeping him from falling completely to the ground as his body tried to recover from the shock.
"Ry," Harry sobbed again.
"Sh, Blake." Severus whispered in his ear. "This is not over yet."
Harry just stared at his son, everything else around him coming second. He'd failed and now the boy was dead. He didn't have the protection of the Hallows that Harry had had in his time.
Suddenly Dracka shook him hard and he felt the man behind him pulling him back against his legs, hands on either side of his neck. Using one hand to keep the bandage in place. Harry looked up, green eyes too wide and into the dark eyes of the vampire. Where was Severus?
Harry tried to struggle to his feet as his eyes darted around wildly, looking for his lover. Dracka clamped down harder on his shoulders, keeping him on the ground.
"Severus!" Dracka hissed.
Suddenly Severus was before them and Harry settled as he looked up at his lover. Severus knelt down in front of Harry and grabbed his face in his hands, making him look into his eyes.
"Make a connection with Potter!" Severus hissed at him.
"He's dead!" Harry whispered.
Severus shook him hard.
"Focus, Blake!" Severus snapped, harshly. "Connect with Ry!"
Harry looked up at him and their eyes locked and Severus ripped into his mind. The connection between the two men made it easier for the other man to pass through his barriers.
'We have been working with Potter to contain the part of his mind that is the Horcrux,' Severus whispered into his mind. 'He's not dead, make the connection that you two have and use it against the Dark Lord! Trust us.'
Harry looked up at Severus and whimpered making Dracka tighten his hold on his shoulders.
"Come now, my snake!" A chilling voice floated over the battle around them.
'Do it now!' Severus hissed in his mind before breaking the connection with him.
Harry would have sagged forward if it weren't for Dracka's grip. Severus looked down at him his eyes intense before he stood.
"Keep him focused and safe," Severus said to Dracka. "If you don't, I'll hunt you down."
"Good luck," Dracka muttered at him.
"Come now, come join me! Take your rightful place!"
Harry shivered and looked up as Voldemort stepped towards them and moaned as Severus walked forward. Dracka knelt behind him with one of his knees between Harry's legs and a hand on the side of his throat. Holding the bandage in place while the other wrapped around his arms and chest. Making it seem like he was being held prisoner by the vampire.
"He's giving you time," Dracka whispered into his ear. "Focus on your son and make the connection. It's the only thing that will save him."
Harry shivered and tried to grab his magic but it wasn't there. Dracka had drained the magic off earlier. Harry panicked slightly until Dracka shook him hard, which made him focus with a wince at the pain. He reached into his core and found his light magic and then it dawned on him what Severus and Dracka had done.
Harry came back to himself with a start when he heard Severus cry out. The man was on his knees under the Crucio curse. Harry whipped out with his light magic and shattered the spell.
"Focus, you idiot!" Dracka snapped.
Harry snarled and flared out with his light magic. Dracka hissed and fell back from Harry leaving him kneeling alone. Harry dived into his core and picked up his connection to his son, his younger self, so much still a part of him. He grabbed a hold of it, his skin burning with a silver light, then suddenly everything stopped.
Time froze.
Harry stood without a problem, his body that of a young man. He looked down at his hands in wonder. Not one scar covered his arms except for the one in the crook of his elbow that Wormtail had given him to bring Voldemort back to life. He was back in the body that he'd had when he was seventeen. The body he'd had when he'd killed the Dark Lord.
Something slipped down his nose and reached up and touched on a pair of glasses. He stared at the thick black rimmed glasses in shock as he looked around with slightly blurry vision. He slipped the glasses onto his nose and pushed them up. He glanced down at his ripped jeans and the dirt on his clothes. Everything was the same as when he'd first stepped into this place. It was like a bubble of contained time, one moment captured like a video clip, and now that he was looking around he could see the strands of time magic twisting through the mists and he shivered. They could get lost in this place.
He took in everything around him with new eyes as the memories rolled over him, like they had happened yesterday. He had stood on this platform waiting for a train as he spoke to the spirit of Albus Dumbledore as a part of Voldemort's soul cowered away under a bench seat. The connection between them had been ripped away, as well as his life, by the killing curse. He would have been lost to this place if it hadn't been for Albus Dumbledore. The memory of the man kept alive in Harry's mind. He stood up straighter, he knew what he had to do now.
"Ry," Harry whispered, his voice loud in this silent place.
He turned and walked down the platform. This was the place in between, his son just had to be here! He held onto that thought as an image of his son came to his mind. He held the memories of his son at the front of his mind. He allowed his feet to take him to where he needed to go.
xXx
Ry was lost.
He remembered the battle, his father screaming, the green light, and then he was here. He wasn't sure where 'here' was, it looked like a train station but there were just rolling mists around him. No one else here except for a dark creature that was huddled under a bench seat a couple of metres further down the platform. He didn't look too hard at the thing, he thought it had arms and legs but he wasn't sure if was just a mass of darkness and he just imagined it having a form.
Ry took a seat on one of the benches and pulled his knees up. He let his chin rest on them as the mists swirled around him. He thought he could hear voices and shouting but he wasn't sure and as soon as he focused on them. They would blow away leaving him surrounded in silence again.
He was so lost.
"Harry?"
Ry looked up at the soft voice to see a boy walking towards him down the platform. He was short with shaggy black hair and big glasses that took up most of his face. He walked with confidence as he came closer, his stride graceful and full of purpose. The boy looked to be around Ry's age but was very skinny, just skin and bones really. His green eyes focused on him as he came closer and Ry could see the lightning bolt scar on the boy's forehead. He gasped at the sight as his eyes widened.
"Ry?" The boy asked and stood calmly before him with an easy smile on his face.
Ry stood and looked the boy over with a frown. Ry was a good head and a half taller than the other boy and he probably weighted a lot more as well. His clothes where dirty and slightly torn as if he'd been in a fight and Ry frowned. If this image was supposed to be Ry it was a poor copy. Then it clicked in his head as their green eyes locked and the boy gave him a wink.
"Dad?" Ry gasped.
"That's me." The boy replied, his face lighting up and then Ry could see his father in the green eyes and the easy smile.
Ry fell into his father's arms and felt thin arms wrap around him, so unlike his father's normally strong embrace. The feeling was jarring but he was just so relieved as he held his father tightly.
"Where are we?" Ry asked, pulling back.
"The time in between," his father said, looking around the station. "You were hit by the killing curse, Ry."
"Then that thing must be the part of Voldemort's soul," Ry said pointing back down the station to the dark creature. "The Horcrux."
"Yes," his father said softly. "We need to go back."
"How do we do that?" Ry questioned.
His father glanced around the station, it was strange to see him the way he was now. He may look like a teenager, but he had power in his eyes. A power that Ry was sure that the Harry Potter, that his father had been, had always had. Something that Ry himself found lacking as he watched the other man.
"Is this the way you looked when you killed Voldemort?" Ry blurted out.
"Ha!" His father laughed and ruffled Ry's hair. "Yes, I was a skinny little thing."
Ry grinned looking the other man over in amazement. He couldn't imagine the boy before him standing up to Voldemort and yet he could feel his father's magic as he stood there. It was disconcerting to say the least as he looked at his father and could pick out the differences between them more easily. He frowned, they looked to be the same age and yet different. They were the same person and yet not, as his father's eyes locked with his. Old eyes in a young face.
"You don't look like me?" Ry blurted out.
"No," his father replied with a familiar smile. "I had a very different life to yours, Ry."
Ry looked down at his feet. His father reached out and grabbed his shoulder in a tight grip.
"I'm happy with the way you have turned out, Harry." His father told him. "I wouldn't have wished my life on anyone. We are two different people but are connected the same."
"Through Voldemort?"
"Through our birth," his father corrected gently. "We were born the same person, we are both the son of Lily and James Potter. We just took different paths after that. Dark Lord Voldemort came later to bind us together."
"You said his name?" Ry gasped.
His father laughed and opened his arms.
"He can't hurt us here."
"What about that part of his soul?" Ry asked.
"Vile thing," his father said, glaring at the creature. "It was never meant to taint us."
"Us?"
"Yes, Ry. Us," his father remarked, his eyes burning green. "Remember that when we go back. You need to kill Voldemort, we need to finish this."
"I don't know how?"
"I will guild you," his father reassured him. "I will give you as much power and knowledge as I can, but you need to finish this. You are skilled enough for this, Ry. Trust yourself."
Ry nodded, a hardness in his eyes as he reached out a hand to his father. Both Potters locked eyes and his father gave him a soft smile.
"Come on, Harry."
Blake Sun grabbed his son's hand and pulled.