Harry Potter

And the Lost

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Prologue

Harry Potter stood looking out a small cave near the top of Devil's Tower. The cave entrance was at the seven hundred foot mark, and had only been home to eagles, before he and his few remaining friends had fled to the location on the urging of Luna. With five lay lines crisscrossing under the tower, there was a powerful magical current for the ward stones that Hermione, Daphne, Astoria, Tracy, Padma and Luna were placing in the chamber that Harry, Ron and Neville had made into the center of the tower. When completed, nine ward stones would be laid in a circle of the room that had twenty-one beds in three rows that consisted of the last of the British magical world. Each bed in the outer ring would one male then the middle beds would hold females while the inner row would hold the children. Twenty-one adult females, twenty-one adult males and twenty-one children under the age of seventeen would be held in stasis until the planet healed. Under each bed would be four magical seven compartment trunks holding supplies.

Standing guard at the entrance of the tunnel that was hidden under a notice-me-not spell he watched as down below where the few Native Americans in Wyoming prayed for help as the storm picked up in ferociousness, as the asteroid that was causing the world wide problems neared the planet. The United Kingdom, Iceland, Ireland, New Zealand, Taiwan, Japan and thousands of islands and several countries were underwater along with miles of coastlands around the word as huge tsunami swept ashore killing billions.

Thanks to Luna's vision they had been able to save thousands of animals and magical plants from extinction but they were limited to the humans that they could save. Each person chosen was chosen for a reason; and most of that was due to magical ability, or teaching acumen. Neville and Hannah were experts in Herbology. Bill Weasley for curse breaking, or even Miss Beatrice Ollivander for wand making who had replaced her grandfather, the last three they thought they'd they would never get to join them. Professors McGonagall, Flitwick and Pomona had escaped the destruction of Hogwarts when Great Britain had sunk beneath the seas after hundreds of earthquakes.

Two of the things they had stolen were two wooden ships, the HMS Victory and USS Constitution, because they didn't know what they'd find when they woke up. Looking to the south, he was worried about Professor Flitwick, Neville and Ron as they were late. They had gone off to raid Fort Knox and were supposed to have been back by now.

"There on the way. You know my brother, he wouldn't have gone if he thought something could happen to Hermione," Bill said.

"I know," Harry replied with a sigh, "I just wish Ginny had made it."

"I know, but how did we know that that volcano would explode in Iceland when she was trying to fly home on her broom," Bill said as he gripped his brother-in-laws shoulder.

Harry sighed again and then looked up and smiled, "There here."

Bill looked and spotted the three flyers coming like the hounds of hell were on their tails. "Their moving, I wonder why?"

"Probably because of the thirty or so helicopters chasing them," Harry said as he pointed at the swarm of machines.

They watched as their friends dropped to the trees and settled into the woods. They were confused on what they were doing then they heard three pops behind them. Turning they saw Neville and Ron holding Minerva up, with blood on her robes.

"What happened?" Harry asked as he swept his former head of house off her feet.

"Some solider surprised her and shot her. She said it was only a scratch, but I think it's worse then she said," Neville replied as they rushed into the room where everyone was waiting.

"Poppy, we need you," Harry shouted up and then laid Minerva on one of the beds.

Poppy rushed over and started working on her friend. She found that Minerva had been shot twice, once in through the left arm and the other in her side. Working quickly and efficiently she removed the one remaining bullet, and started healing as the sounds of gunfire outside intensified.

Harry rushed back to the entrance after laying Minerva on the bed and was staring down at the battle that was taking place below. The gunships were strafing the praying Native Americans as troops were searching their camps. He wanted to rush down and save them but knew he was committed to his friends and family behind him. Looking up into the sky, he could see the asteroid reflecting the sunlight as it was sweeping past the planet, an edge of it tearing off as it scraped the ionosphere. Turning away he walked ten feet in and turned to face the entrance and then sealed it. Backing up he did it again until ninety feet of the tunnel was closed off and then turned to head back into the cavern that was lit up by everlasting torches.

The kids were already asleep on their beds, placed there by parents and give sleeping potions. Harry walked around the room looking at the kids sleeping. He stopped at his godson, leaned down, and kissed him on his forehead. He gently ran his fingers through Teddy's hair and smiled at Andromeda who was sitting there holding Teddy's hand.

"Are you ok, Andy?" he asked.

"Not really," Andy replied.

"When we wake it will be better, or that's what Luna's visions have been saying," Harry said as he patted her hand.

Andy smiled and nodded, "I know."

She stood up and walked to her bed where she laid down and consumed her sleeping potion.

Around the room his friends and family went to their beds and took their places on the magical medical beds they had stolen from Saint Mungo's. Harry watched as forty-two adults took their places and then he walked down to the center bed that the three tiers sounded and sat on the edge as the wards powered up and a glowing dome encased the room. Drinking his potions, he swung his legs up on the bed and laid down. Magic flowed from his body and shot through the runes once more and the glowing dome took on a gold tint as everyone slept.

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Edited By TeNderLoin

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Harry Potter™ is a registered trademark and copyright (©) of J.K. Rowling and all that crap. The only thing mine is the idea and several characters. Everything else is hers including all the money... Star Wars is owned by Disney.… Damn wish they'd share and why oh why did George sell out.