Lost…
By: AegisX
Summary: Harry was prepared to end it. He fought Riddle and he pulled him into the veil. For peace. So why'd he wake up back in Hogwarts two years prior to it, once again 16 and alive? And what's wrong with the world as he knows it?
Chapter One – Fully Alive / Alive and Kicking…. ((choose one))
After the battle and the subsequent death of Sirius Black in the Department of Mysteries, Harry's world had gone cold and numb. He plunged headlong into the training provided by Dumbledore, members of the Order along with anyone else that was deemed suitable. The war against Voldemort dragged on for two more years without any decisive victory for the side of the light and morale was at an all time low.
Plans were made to change that, but those same plans were discarded once Voldemort made his way into the Department of Mysteries once more, accompanied by the members of his inner circle.
The Inner Circle was left behind, desperately trying to stop Harry Potter from entering. They knew of the mantra that Harry had adopted which was "Swift death to evil," and thus knew that they wouldn't be spared. A hastily constructed barricade blew apart, spraying shrapnel everywhere as Harry blew through it.
Harry had changed much. He never wore glasses anymore, instead choosing muggle eye surgery to fix his vision. His hair was tamed now, pushed back out of his face into thick spikes that cascaded down to his neck. He'd gotten taller, hitting 5'11, his shoulders broadened some as well but he remained slim with a hard toned layer of muscle covering his once thin lanky body.
A purple curse flew at him; only to disperse in a cloud of sparks a few feet away. Without hesitation, Harry's right hand snapped up and the booming report of the gun echoed twice as the offending wizard was killed. A look of surprise was etched on the dead wizard's face as Harry continued his trek across the room, a feral grin on his face. It was always surprise that greeted him when he used his arsenal of weapons, from his razor sharp katana to his loud Desert Eagles. Another spell lanced forward and with liquid grace, he slid the katana off his back and blocked it.
As the spell fell apart, his wand slid into his left hand and a spell was launched back in return. He walked off as an explosion echoed off along with the dying screams of another Death Eater. The door ahead of him was blown out as he made his way into the adjoining room only to find himself in the Veil room once more. It fluttered on an unfelt wind as he stepped inside.
"Ah, Harry, how good of you to join us." There was a sinister chuckle which followed the words spoken by Voldemort. He stood at that opposite end of the room, by the other door, his glowing red eyes the only thing visible under his hood. "I do approve of your new name as it matches you much better, Wolf." He emphasized the name given by the Aurors who'd seen him stalk into battle alone on various occasions.
"It ends today, you know that right?" Harry's apparition was as loud as a gunshot, before appearing close to the center of the room. He launched a series of curses at Voldemort, who disappeared with a twirl of his robes before appearing behind Harry. The bright green of the killing curse zoomed towards Harry, who dived forward avoiding the curse while firing a cutting hex. He rolled to his feet and disappeared with another loud crack while his curse was batted away.
The snik Harry's katana made as he unsheathed it gave Voldemort enough of a warning for him to move back. The blade cleaved only empty air and Harry ducked, his swing carrying him in a full circle. The blade sparked as it was dragged across the ground before a shockwave erupted from the end as Harry swung it in Voldemort's direction.
With another twirl, Voldemort was gone and the shockwave cut into the stone walls scoring deeply into it as Harry disappeared with another crack. A bar of purple flames scored a hit on Harry's thigh as he reappeared and he apparated once more. He rolled forwards as he reappeared, avoiding the cruciatus curse as it flew over his head.
Sectumsempra!
The purple spell was batted aside once more and Harry once again disappeared with a loud crack. Voldemort appeared behind him as he landed in front of the arch, his wand at Harry's throat and a grin on his face. "It seems like it is over, Harry. I thought you were better than this."
Harry glared at him defiantly. "You think it would be over so easily? So quick?" A bright flash blinded Voldemort. Harry grabbed the wrist holding the wand towards him, aiming it at the ceiling as a killing curse was fired. "It's finally over, Tom." Harry wrapped his arms around Voldemort and pulled him into the veil.
Flashes of light, visions of things never done, never seen.
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"Does it bother you?" the rustle of bed sheets and the cool air blowing in through the window brought a sigh from her lips. "The fact that you slept with me? Does it bother you?" Her pink tongue flicks out, wetting her lips as she waited for her answer.
"No... Why would it bother me?" a small clink accompanied his words and a cloud of cigarette smoke rose slowly into the air. "Anyone say anything, I'll knock 'em out." A chuckle escaped his mouth and he turned, capturing his partner's lips with his own. "Is it a problem? Sleeping with the preppy rocker?"
"No, not at all. It kind of makes me happy." Another sigh emerged from her lips, this time being coaxed out by the feather light kisses sprinkled on her neck.
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A life never lived, a love never met.
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"Anger is momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you." His master sat crossed legged across from him, leading him through his meditation exercises.
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A discipline never mastered. Advice never heeded and focus never found.
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Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
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A Creed silently learned, silently followed.
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"You're nothing but a name on the bullet that I aim..." A chrome gun pressed against his temple as he trembled with his hands up. Being robbed in the middle of the day wasn't such a good thing. It never was.
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Fear of death, fear of pain. Irrational thoughts and visions of heroic deeds.
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"There's nothing like a cigarette you smoke in the fires of war. Somehow it makes you feel more alive." He smoked his cigarette, watching the wizards below him tear themselves apart. Mercenaries like him only did as much work as they were paid for.
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A large scale confrontation between two opposing forces. An opportunity to earn money and shed blood. An opportunity to have fun.
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"You shift your weight to your left foot before you attack." Once again he tumbled to the floor, his training blade clattering as it landed next to him. He quickly got to his feet, picking up his blade before launching himself forward once more. Strike, block, parry, avoid, kick… The training itself turns into a deadly dance as the others stop to watch.
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A flare of white and searing pain block out any other images.
AGX
Rain poured down from the sky, drenching the people dressed in black as they stood around the grave. They'd lost a friend and a companion in their fight against evil. The casket that was buried was empty, his body lost, yet he was given a burial. He was given respect by the few people around the grave.
It was later on, when a passing black dog sniffed out a bloody, pale and dirty teenager. With a bark, it bounded forward and behind a tree where a man emerged from. "Harry!" the voice hoarse as he clutched Harry to his chest, disapparating with a small pop.
With a groan, Harry slowly opened his eyes. Something was wrong. He tried to sit up but the blinding headache put him back down. He lay on the bed staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, then the door opened and inside stepped a ghost. "You're… You're supposed to be dead." His hoarse voice earned him a glass of water from the table beside the bed, given to him by Sirius Black.
"I saw you die. I saw you fall through the veil." Harry took a gulp of water, as Sirius spoke. "Your funeral was only 2 days ago." Sirius's eyes never left his forehead as Harry handed him back the glass. Harry knew what Sirius was staring at; the scar that everyone stared at but this time it was strange, why would he stare at the scar when he'd never done it before.
"What the hell are you staring at!" Harry snapped. He was in pain, he was being told he was dead and now his godfather was staring at the scar in surprise. "Act like you've never seen this bloody scar before…"
Those words were the ones that snapped Sirius out of his stare. "No, you're right. I've seen that scar before but not- he was cut off by the door being thrown open and a sob cut through the now silent room.
Harry was confused and frozen. One moment he sitting there face to face with a dead man, the next moment he had a sobbing pink haired girl in his arms. "Wha-" His question was interrupted by the set of lips that quickly made contact with his, pulling him into a deep kiss. He managed to pull back, pushing her back at arms length and froze.
It wasn't the girl's identity that stopped him. He was surprised to see a Nymphadora Tonks his age, but what froze him was something else. His eyes widened at the sight of a mirror image of the famous Lightning bolt shaped scar adorning her forehead. "Fuck…"
A/N: And here goes another Single Vision… Who knows, maybe someday I'll do something with this one.