To be Whole Again
Summary: This is a story of a man that lost everything he had, a story of betrayal, loss, sadness, and vengeance. Follow along as Harry goes through doing the impossible, gaining back his loved ones, and dishing out vengeance upon those that wronged him. Harry/Daphne/Susan (Time-Travel)
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One would think that after the defeat of a madman bent on bringing destruction to the world and almost succeeding that the world would flourish, one would think that after a young man took up the responsibility to defeat said madman after the death of the leader of the light he would be hailed as the hero, one would think that after going through this terrifying war the people of the country would take precautions, would listen to the young man that saved them, one would think that the savior's friends and comrades would stick by his side and would have shared a bond which would remain strong till the end of time. One would think that the savior after years of bloodshed and death would finally be able to live the life he always wanted to with the ones dear to his heart. One would think… that he would be happy.
One would be wrong.
For the life of the savior was a tragic one, a life filled with death, torture, sadness, manipulations, and worst of all... it was a story of betrayal. Betrayal by those the man considered family, betrayal by those the man looked up to, and betrayal by those he sacrificed all he had for. This was the story of a man named Harry James Potter.
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The sound of footsteps were heard as a man ran along the marble floor of the mansion, if one could see, they would have seen the destruction the man left behind, craters were formed in the marble floor, blood running along the walls of the hall, pooling in the craters on the floor, bodies littered the room, limbs scattered, a head here, an arm there. The room was filled with the stench of blood, palpable of the death witnessed by the walls.
The man ran, until he was in front of a set of doors, tightly sealed. He blasted his way through the doors, but what he saw made his blood run cold.
Looking back at him, staring lifelessly were pale blue eyes, which always held such warmth to them when they were directed towards him, today they looked dull, motionless, same as the woman they belonged to, his wife.
The woman he loved more than anything else in his life was dead, killed, taken away from him before they could start a family. Killed in their home!
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The Chamber of Secrets, 2065
" Master " a hiss was heard as a large scaley snake slithered up one of the legs of the bed the person it called Master was sleeping in.
Dull green eyes shot open, noticing his loyal pet slithering up to him, the man brought up his hand and started to pet the snake that had now reached up to his chest and was looking down at him.
" Master, are you okay? " the snake inquired.
"Just fine Salena, just fine" replied Harry.
" Was it the same dream again Master? "
"Today was the day, the day she was taken from me, and I could not protect her, I was not able to keep the promise I gave during our wedding, I promised I would protect her, I would make her happy, I would give her the life she deserved and the family she always wanted, especially after we lost one-third of us so soon, and I couldn't keep my promise" replied Harry thinking about the 2 pairs of dull lifeless blue eyes that frequently haunted his dreams.
That was the same reason that the eyes that once held so much life in them, so much fire and passion blazing in the deep emerald depths now looked dull, being a shade of what they once used to be.
" Isn't that why we are doing this Master? For both the Mistresses. You are trying to achieve what most consider impossible, just so you could be with them. Protect and love them again. " Salena tried to soothe her master again.
"Yes, and today is the day I finally achieve the impossible… or die trying." Harry replied with determination.
Harry got up from his resting place with Salena wrapped around his shoulders. He proceeded to clean himself up with a negligent wave of his hand and moved out the door and towards the ritual room in the chamber that had been his home for the last 30 years.
The room itself was filled with carvings on the floor, intricate runes carved into the floor with expert precision, after days of carving and years of research and preparation he had finally completed it. As Harry proceeded to enter the room a small smile began to form on his lips as he looked over his work.
After years of research and traveling, he had finally found a way to go back to his loved ones. He finally will be able to hold the ones he loved and stare into the vibrant eyes of his wives.
Harry moved towards the table in the far right corner of the room, which held an array of jars on them, all with different and unique contents, some considered extinct. One of them held a silvery substance, taken from one of the purest creatures known to mankind, Unicorns. While the other jars contained objects of similar importance, like the tears of a Phoenix, the venom of a Basilisk, and the heartstring of a Nundu. All considered to be potent with the oldest of magics known to mankind.
Harry took a look at the jars to make sure everything was in order before he moved towards the runes stone in the middle of the room. The stone was in the shape of a cuboid, 10 meters in width and length while the top was a meter off the ground.
Etched into each side of the stone one could see intricate drawings of pentagons, runes that were lost to time, and lines that connected each of the pentagons to the runic structure in the middle.
Harry was most concerned about the runic structure in the middle that he had just recently finished carving into the stone, he had taken every precaution into making sure all was as planned. Harry had taken days to carefully carve each of the lines in the runic circle with his own hands, not because he didn't trust his magic to carve it perfectly, but because of the importance it held in the ritual that had Harry worried and hence he chose to do it by himself by hand.
Roaming his eyes over it once again, and finding no mistakes Harry signed with satisfaction.
Harry took the Unicorn blood jar, mixing it with the Phoenix tear and the Basilisk venom, making it the most potent substance around, perfect for storing magic and powering up the runes when he started to pour his own magic into the runes.
He slightly tilted the jar that held the concoction Harry just made until it started to slowly drip into the carved runes on the stone, once a thin layer of the liquid rested in the runes Harry stopped.
Putting the jar back on the table Harry then proceeded to get undressed as he climbed on top of the rune stone, with his back on the runic circle in the middle. Salena uncoiled from his shoulders as Harry laid down and moved such that she was on top of Harry's chest, making it clear to Harry that she was going to be a part of this ritual as well. And Harry had no problems with that, after all, she was the only constant companion he had in the long life he had lived, sticking with him through thick and thin as he traveled all over the world finding a way to go back to his loved ones. Because even though Harry was Salena's Master, she had grown to care for her Mistresses and dearly missed them.
The moment had finally come, he was finally going to be able to look into 2 of the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he had ever seen and loved fiercely. Susan and Daphne, his pride and joy, his pillars of support, his constant companions until the very end, his beautiful wives.
Harry closed his eyes, hoping that it all worked out as planned and he did not end up making multiple paradoxes, which would have severe repercussions. He reminded himself of the reason he was doing this, the reason he was risking it all. He wanted to give himself and his wives a second chance in life and he would achieve it no matter what.
" Don't worry Master, all will go as planned, you will soon be able to see them again " came the assurance from Salena, after so many years of staying with Harry, Salena was well in tune with what harry was thinking about and the emotions that she was feeling coming from Harry through the familiar bond they shared.
"I know Salena, I know. If all goes to plan, we should be waking up on the 5th of March in 2004, a year before Susan was taken from us." Harry replied.
" Let's just hope they are open-minded to all that we are doing right now, and understand the risks you are taking, if I remember correctly both of the Mistresses were quite fierce with their wands when you did something particularly stupid. " Salena said teasingly.
Harry winced, being reminded of what happened when one of them was angry at a stupid decision he made, "Stupid Griffindorishness" they used to call it. One of them angry at him used to have him running for the hills, but while one of them was angry, the other would remain calm and sort things out and calm the other, they were a perfect blend of ice and fire, but this time it was entirely possible that the both of them would be running after him for risking his life.
"I just hope they understand why I had to do this." Harry replied as he proceeded to cover himself with the invisibility cloak and placed the elder wand on top of it just as Salena seemingly merged into his skin leaving behind a tattoo on his chest of a snake coiled and ready to strike.
He then proceeded to cut one of his wrists with a sharp knife made of Goblin steel specifically made for rituals. As he placed his arm back by his side he felt his blood flow, and seep into the runes carved into the stone, traveling to each of the runes on the stone connected to the runic circle in the middle.
Once all the runes had Harry's blood flowing in them Harry started chanting in Latin despite the light-headedness he was feeling due to the huge amount of blood loss.
The runes started to glow, and Harry felt his magic leak out of his body to power the runes, the magical energy needed to push Harry back in time so many years was taking a toll on Harry, he was starting to feel the exhaustion finally settle into him, but he pushed on. He could not risk this. The ritual needed to be successful, he pushed with all his willpower pushing all the magic he had in him, feeling it drain and the runes soaking it all up and powering up as the glow continued to grow brighter.
As the glow continued to brighten, it soon covered the entire chamber in light, the magical flames roared to life with the amount of magic in the air. The runes started to soak all the magic in like a vacuum until finally, it blasted out sending a shockwave of magical ripple, which was felt by the hundreds of students that resided in the castle a hundred meters above the chamber.
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The Chamber of Secrets, 1994
With a gasp of pain Harry landed on the cold hard floor of the Chamber of Secrets, opening his eyes he saw the familiar ceiling of the Chamber he spent so many years in. But something was different, gone were the runes that he had etched into them for warding the chamber, and gone were the torches he kept to light up the room.
Harry hesitantly brought his hand up and he was shocked to see it so thin, so scrawny, he immediately shot up, which in hindsight was a bad idea after performing such a demanding ritual. As he fell to the floor in pain and exhaustion and barely heard a thud in front of him as if something heavy hit the floor.
" Master are you all right? " Salena asked worriedly looking at Harry through her serpentine eyelids.
"Fine, just tired and exhausted after the ritual" Harry replied to ease the worries of his long-time friend and familiar.
Finally standing up after taking some rest, Harry took in his surroundings, on his right, there still was the corpse of the Basilisk he had slain in his second year, which in turn got Harry worried because if his plan had gone as expected he should have been in the year 2004, by then he had removed and harvested the Basilisk, but it being here meant something had gone wrong.
Harry hesitantly waved his hand to perform a simple tempus spell, and the date Harry saw brought a torment of emotions to his mind, relief, happiness, pride, and also nervousness, for now, he was back a few years before he had planned, it was the 5th of November 1994.
The nervousness was not because Tom was alive, no he could kill him again, as he had done when he was 17, now with exponentially more knowledge and power he was not quite so worried about Tom.
What worried him was that at this point in time, he was still the 'Gryffindor Golden Boy', he was not yet close to his future wives, one was just an acquaintance due to the classes they shared, while the other was indifferent to him, believing him to be an arrogant fool that was favored by the Headmaster. Not that the blatant favoritism that Dumbledore showed to the Gryffindor house helped in any case.
"No no no no no! This was not the plan, it is 10 years too early! My wives still don't know me at this point, what if they don't like me, what if they are different? What if I changed something when I came back" Harry started to go through all the scenarios where one or both of them do not reciprocate his feelings and do not want to be with him.
" Master calm down, we are here now, you have done the impossible, and even though it's a bit unfortunate that it did not go as according to the plan and Mistresses don't know you, you still have a chance, you still have a chance to get to know them, build a relationship with them, bring them back. " Salena tried to give assurance to her Master as she slithered onto Harry's shoulders.
"You are right Salena, I have to try, I will do all in my power to get them back, now that they are alive it's all that matters, and even if they do not share my feelings, I will make sure they stay alive and happy for as long as I live." Harry assured himself.
Looking down at himself and noticing his state of undress, with a wave of his hand he was covered with black robes.
As he started to calm himself down using his impressive occlumency skill honed after years of training, he started to recollect what was so significant about the year 1994.
Panicked eyes shot wide open as he remembered it was his fourth year which meant the Triwizard tournament was being held at Hogwarts, and it being the 5th of November, he knew that 5 days ago his name came out of the Goblet of Fire.
But that was not the reason for his panic, the reason for that was that he would have to attend the Yule ball, and that would mean that he would have to dance…
"Fuck!"
Salena started hissing loudly which sounded suspiciously like laughter.
That was because she was laughing as she came to the same realization Harry did a few moments ago, and she remembered the dance lessons that Mistress Daphne had her Master go through and what followed.
Harry turned his head to glare at his laughing familiar, which in turn prompted Salena to laugh more.
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AN
Hey Guys,
Thanks for sticking around till the end of the chapter
This is my first-ever project, so please excuse me if the writing is not up to the mark of some of the better writers in this community.
But yeah, this was the Prologue, wanted to read a HP/DG/SB work for such a long time, but all that I read always had something missing that did not click with me, or if the stories were good then they were abandoned which is sad.
So, I decided to make one by myself, this is just a trial chapter, as I said this is my first ever project so just want to put this chapter out there, see how it is received by you guys and then if all goes good I will start updating 2 or 3 weeks after that.
Positive criticism is always welcomed, me being a novice in this any help would be much appreciated, and any suggestions as well.
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