I've been toying about whether or not to put this up here for people to see, mainly because I don't want people to who are waiting (if any still are, I've kinda neglected everyone) for an update to see this and get annoyed. But I guess I just wanted some feedback on it.

I got tired of Lord of the Forsaken, I turned it into a mess, no other way to say it, I fucked up the idea I had and tried to be really convoluted and wise and dropped the ball badly. Which led me to this rewrite idea. It starts earlier in time, back shortly after Day of the Dragon, I've finished two chapters of it. the pairing was decided to be a Harry/Valeera Sanguinar pairing but way down the line, like the time of the Onyxia storyline.

I was tempted to go Harry/Living!Sylvanas, but I just couldn't think of any way to make that idea work in regards to the keeping the Forsaken as a free entity without Sylvanas for them to rally around so at the moment I've decided to keep that as it is. I don't know, unless anyone can remember any other big ressurected characters that could be strong enough to create the group.

So yeah, reboot of Lord of the Forsaken

The Emerald Dream

He stepped up to the doors, Once they had been imposing and at the same time safeguarding to him, they had been ones that he had looked upon in awe. But now they were just doors, weak ones that would crumble against any sign of force that was sent at them. Turning his head he glanced at the cloaked figures that stood around him. He had been given lead on this simply due to the knowledge he had of the area and what they might run into. He looked between the group and nodded his head briefly before turning back and placing his hand on the door. Instantly steam rose from the contact, ancient wards protecting the building struck up against the magic that he was channelling, rusting the locks that held the door shut. He grimaced, the wards still held a kick to them even though they hadn't been properly maintained since the last of their creators died years ago. He heard creaking followed by the sound of metal snapping and smiled as he pulled his hand away, flexing it to work the numbness out before he pushed open the door.

Stepping into the Great Hall he looked up at the large marble staircase that stood directly in front of him, he could hear the footsteps of people running down towards them, the sound carrying in the large Hall in the dead of night. As they got closer he heard another sound, a hollow metallic footstep. Turning his head he glanced in the direction of the sound, one of the suits of armour stepping forwards, it's arm creaking as it started an action it hadn't done in a long time, drawing the blade, marching forwards towards him as the others in the Hall did the same. The group he was with moved to take arms, to strike at the statues but he held up his hand. They stopped, seeing the sign he made for them to wait as a blue glow started to form around his hand, the air cooling considerably quick before he flicked his hand out a wave of ice erupting around them, freezing the armour in place, some of them caught mid movement falling to the ground, the magic that held the armour together conflicting with the magic in the ice, the armour falling apart as they hit the ground. Others hit with a loud crash echoing in the Hall. Turning his head back to the stairs he saw the others had arrived. His hood hiding his features, the only thing they could see, dark green eyes staring up at them.

One of them, a man with slimy black hair reacted instantly upon seeing this, lashing out with his wand a spell firing off towards him. The cloaked figure smiled, disappearing in a blink of light, reappearing past the spell in front of the other. Caught off guard he stepped back, stumbling on the steps. He capitalised gripping the wrist, twisting the arm, the wand falling out of the mans hand clattering down the steps. He continued to push the attack, his other palm slamming into his chest and a wave of magic shoving him back up the stairs, slamming into the wall at the top with a crunch, the man slumping down unconscious.

The others that had arrived watched in stunned silence, caught off guard with how quickly he had been disarmed and defeated as the cloaked figure disappeared again in a flash back to the group he had arrived with. "I think that's quite enough for the welcoming festivities don't you think?" The cloaked figure spoke, a bored edge to his tone.

"Who are you?" One of them asked, a woman, her hair tied in a bun, glasses perched on her nose as she looked down at the group, her voice sharp, carrying a tone that held a severe warning for any stalling tactics.

"There was a time when that tone scared the hell out of me…" The cloaked figure spoke, his voice tinted with amusement. "It's been along time Professor McGonagall." The figure spoke with a small almost mocking bow. "Oh sorry." He apologised quickly, "It's Headmistress McGonagall now isn't it." He added and seeing the glare intensify he looked around at the people that were there. "So many familiar faces, Flitwick, I figured you'd have retired by now, Longbottom, it's interesting to see you here but not totally unexpected, Herbology Professor at a guess?" He questioned but didn't wait for a response before turning his focus again. "Miss Granger… or is it Mrs Weasley now? I don't know, you two were going to end together one way or another," he paused with a smile as he looked at the man next to the bushy brown haired woman, clad in Auror robes with bright red hair, it was obvious to him who the man was. "Hello Ron, still winning at chess?" He questioned and then tilted his head slightly to look at the man he left unconscious. "Oh and Snape, sorry bout that, you'll wake up soon enough… Should have attacked with a different spell." He muttered nonchalantly.

"Who are you?" McGonagall questioned again and He smiled as the moonlight shone through the windows down onto the group.

"Ten years I disappeared, have you not noticed even with this change just who I am?" He questioned and looked up the moon casting a glow across his face, dark green eyes locked onto the group, his pale features rough and worn with time and age, a black fringe covering his forehead. "Oh sorry, you probably don't recognise me without seeing this now do you." He reached up, brushing the fringe away, there on his otherwise pale skin a dark scar shaped like a lightning bolt rested.

There was a collective gasp as the room focused on it.

"Harry?" Ron whispered, his voice carried by the silence of the room. Harry smirked before nodding his head slightly. The red haired man looked like he had been sucker punched, the colour draining from his face as the guy who he once called best friend stood opposite him, having effortlessly knocked out his former professor who was no slouch when it came to duelling and to see him defeated so easily… what had Harry been up to? Not to mention breaching the wards of the castle. Next to him, Hermione, his wife of five years, his best friend and the replacement Transfiguration Professor after McGonagall had been made Headmistress, staggered, he gripped her arms gently to hold her stable as she looked at their former best friend, happy that he had returned, scared because of the way he had returned and her mind ticking away with so many questions.

Where had he been when the Death Eaters had attacked the School, killing Dumbledore?

Where had he been when the D.A had been attacked by the Death Eaters outside of School, separated and picked off like lost lambs hunted by wolves?

Where had he been when the Aurors and the D.A had countered and taken down the Death Eaters?

Where had he been when they had defeated Voldemort?

All these questions were going through their heads and more. He was older, they could see that, even through the cloak that was wrapped around him, they could see that he was no longer the scrawny teen that they once knew.

What had the Boy Who lived been doing all this time?

"No doubt you have questions?" Harry suggested as he smiled at their reactions, "it's a tale that will take a while. For you, Ten years has passed. For me, so much longer." He spoke his voice wistful, showing a mix of longing, joy and sadness all at the same time.

"So much longer?" Hermione questioned weakly. "You don't look that much older." She commented and Harry laughed, a figure next to him, definitely female at the guess of her appearance and her voice. The two laughed for several moments, it was more of a hollow laugh, one that showed mild amusement more than anything else. "What's so funny?" She questioned and the Woman was the one to speak

"Age… your birthday was about five weeks ago right?" She asked looking at Harry and he nodded his head, "That would make him… Thirty Six now." The woman explained, her voice calm and soothing as she spoke, the professors were surprised at the calmness that radiated from her as she spoke.

"She's right." Harry spoke quietly, his voice cutting off any discussion before they could speak, "in those years I have seen a war that almost wiped out existence, I have seen demons that you would never in your darkest of nightmares wish to see. I have seen and fought against an army of dead marching across the lands." He paused seeing the disbelieving looks on their faces as he spoke, he understood why, they were ones that he would have himself if it wasn't for the fact that he had lived it. "Finally, I have seen the shattering of a world." He explained and saw the looks he was still being given. "I will explain all, there is no pressing goal for me to stop the tale, there is no enemy marching behind me seeking to lay claim to this world… at least not yet, you haven't drawn 'their' attention yet." He muttered the last part quietly

"What are you talking about?" Ron was the first to find his voice and spoke up quickly, completely confused as to what Harry was talking about, Harry just smiled enigmatically as he walked forwards with the group that was with him, the teachers unwittingly stepping out of their way, granting them passage as they walked up the stairs. "Don't walk away like that, where are you going?" Ron called and Harry looked over his shoulder.

"We're going to a place a rebellion was born." Harry responded with a calm finality that stopped Ron in his place.

"The Room of Requirements." Hermione spoke up numbly, memories of her fifth year coming back to the surface and their time training in the room, relaxing after the meetings. With it being able to change itself to fit the persons needs, it would be a perfect place for Harry to show them what he needed to.

The staff followed him upstairs, Neville and Flitwick breaking away to take Snape up to the Medical Wing, the man still unconscious and slumped against the wall.

They wandered through the Hallways, Harry talking quietly to the woman that had spoken up earlier, her features still hidden behind the enchanted cloak, it's hood still up. "They have such an interesting use of magic here." She spoke studying the moving portraits that had slowly woken up at the activity and were now watching the group with interest.

"Although in a way they lack power, they make up for it with Versatility, though the Portraits, each imbued with their own personality, if not a fragment of the person who made them, each with their own unique attitude and their own opinions… though they can sometimes miss the hint on when to shut up. They're also very good spies." He muttered quietly explaining to her. "If they have another portrait in another building they can travel between the two whenever." He continued to explain and the woman nodded her head.

"But it's not just the paintings, the whole building feels alive. They have an understanding of magic that could equal the Kirin Tor in parts." She muttered in amazement.

"They HAD the understanding, so much of the spells and capabilities that made Hogwarts has been lost in the last thousand years. So much had been restricted by those in power trying to keep their power that a lot has been lost." Harry explained as they came to a set of stairs. "Skip the third step." He said, stepping over the fake stairs, the woman doing the same as they moved. Behind him he noticed the others of his little entourage had done the same avoiding the step with fluidity as if they had inhabited the building themselves. "A fake step, a small prank by the Founders. There are several through out the building. Hogwarts is sentient enough though to never let these little jokes harm her students. Magic is wonderful like that in a way." Harry commented with a smile as he led the group up stairs and stopped in front of a Tapestry.

"There is no room here." The woman spoke turning her attention away from the Castle to Harry and was confused as he paced backwards and forwards in front of a section of wall opposite a tapestry. "What are you…" She was cut off as he held up his hand briefly, making the walk two more times before a door started to form in the wall. She looked at it in surprise "oh… right… magic." She muttered weakly, drawing a laugh from Harry. He pushed open the door, holding it open for her. "Ladies first." He said and with a smile he let her enter first.

Walking in, it was like walking back into a blast from the past. She stepped through into the room, wooden floor beneath, a counter set up at the far end, the room had tables scattered around, chairs set up with each of them. Behind the counter a series of shelves held various bottles, each of them had labels that listed various drinks but the bottles themselves were empty. "The Blue Recluse tavern." She commented and Harry nodded walking in behind her walking over to the counter, turning and sitting back on it. "Where we met each other again." She spoke and Harry nodded again.

"To think, I was originally going to go to the Pig and Whistle… I wonder things would have been if I had gone there instead." He mused idly as the Professors walked in, the last of the entourage following behind and closing the door. "Welcome to the Blue Recluse located in the Mage Quarter, a section of the City of Stormwind." Harry explained as the professors looked around the room. "I figured if I'm going to tell the tale, somewhere relaxing would be good to begin. This also gives us the added bonus of having somewhere for food to be brought and not be completely awkward." Harry explained and gestured with his hand, the chairs slid away from the tables, another gesture and the tables slid together forming a bigger set as the necessary chairs slid back into position. On the table, the room reacting to his will a large piece of parchment formed up black lines starting to form, drawing out land masses, seperating borders, details of mountain ridges started to fill in as Harry started to speak. "This is Azeroth, Four main continents, a perpetual Maelstrom in the centre of them, the world has seen hardships, disasters, Cataclysms and survived to tell the tale. Our story begins here, in Northrend." He pauses a moment. "No, I lie, it starts slightly earlier than that, it starts with how I got to there in the first place." He stopped, "As I retell this story I'll be jumping though little bits, nothing important, but I will cover it as much as I can." Harry explained, knowing that the people listening wouldn't need to hear all the irrelevant details. "We'll begin with this little bit, because as you can tell it's already quite late." Harry spoke.

HPADP

He lay on his bed, he hadn't slept properly in days, memories of the end of his fifth year came to mind, the fight at the Department of Mysteries. Sirius falling through the veil. Harry rolled onto his side, staring out the window to the blue sky above. "It shouldn't have happened." Harry muttered quietly. "He shouldn't have died." He continued to mutter, lost in thought. All for something that was broken and lost. All for something that would only indicate Voldemort's first fall from power… nothing to do with defeating him. "A waste of time, a waste of lives." He muttered, closing his eyes, he had no energy to deal with what was going on around him anymore. The Death of his Godfather rested on his hands. He stifled a yawn, the tiredness gripping at his body. He tried to avoid sleep simply because it brought nightmares to him every time he closed his eyes.

The chores were left undone, he didn't care, the door to his room was locked from the outside, he didn't care. The only reason it was locked was because he refused to leave to do the chores. It was a simple cause and effect, even if the results were harsh by any standard. Lying there though he didn't care.

Gradually his body gave in to the tiredness, closing his eyes fully he let sleep overtake him.

He stood in the middle of Hogwarts, it was empty, the Great Hall stood in all it's magnificence and Harry looked around, confused at the slight emerald green tint that everything seemed to have. "You are a powerful dreamer Harry Potter." A female voice spoke, soft and soothing. His head snapped around trying to find where it originated from. "Even when my powers were weakened, I could still see your dreams even across all this distance." She spoke as the world slowly started to melt around him, the familiar sight of the Great Hall fading away as around him stars and planets started to take shape before blurring away, he felt nauseous inside of his own dream at the quick shift and change that happened around him. "Now though, your dreams have become so pained." She spoke again, sadness heavy as he found himself standing in the middle of what looked to be a large, crater, surrounded by lush grass, flowing water, tall trees and strange.

"Who are you?" Harry questioned, looking around, he couldn't see anyone at all, all he could see was wildlife. A roar echoed above, he looked up as a gigantic Green Dragon dropped down landing in front of him. Harry back pedalled quickly as it lowered its head, eyes staring at him. The dragon looked at him with an intensity, as Harry stared back he noticed something about the Dragon's eyes, they were shut and yet he could see the Dragon watching him clearly. It unnerved him slightly.

"Poor, poor Harry." The voice came again, this time unmistakably from the Dragon that stood infront of him as it slowly started to shrink changing form, taking the shape of a humanoid, taller than him, she… for the figure was definitely female, kept the horns that had adorned the top of the Dragon's head, long green hair, tied loosely in a ponytail, she looked at him, her eyes glowing as she did so and Harry felt as if they were staring into his soul. "The weight of the world has been placed upon your shoulders. A task that should not be your burden to bare." She spoke her voice soft and caring as she watched his shoulders slump slightly. "What would you say, if I gave you the chance to escape from it, to leave it all behind?" She questioned and Harry was still confused by what was going on.

This was a dream wasn't it? It was something his mind was making to try to help him deal with the nightmare that was his real life. To avoid the pain that was there. The woman… no dragon, waited patiently as he thought things through. If this was just a figment of his want to escape then it would not matter what he said, because he would wake up in the end at it would be the same problem over again. However if it was real, because this dream was more realistic than anything he had ever experienced, that he could remember experiencing. He looked up at the woman she still stood there, as stationary as a statue as she watched him through half closed eyes. "You never told me who you were." He spoke, repeating his former question as a statement, she smiled serenely at him. It confused him and put his guard up that she seemed to be delaying the question

"I am an aspect, my siblings and I are guardians of certain aspects here, on Azeroth." She spoke, "I am Ysera, The Aspect of the Dreaming, all who sleep, dream and I and mine protect this realm." She explained.

"You and yours? You mean all dragons?" Harry questioned, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Those of my flight, there are others that relate to different aspects, Life, Magic, Time and…" She paused for a moment, pain crossing her features as she paused in her explanation. "No I can't call him the Earthwarden anymore, he truly became the Aspect of Death, a long time ago." She spoke a sadness in her voice.

"So dragons are the protectors of everything then?" He asked in confusion, the only dragons he had seen were ones that had so far proven to be very dangerous.

As if following his train of thoughts, she shook her head. "The dragons of your world have not yet stepped into their role… and with the way that some of your kind act, they may never get to." She spoke sadly though she stopped herself lingering on those thoughts. "Though they may not need to, your kind develop so quickly in so many ways." She said her tone holding respect to humanity. "But, there is still so much suffering." She spoke, her hand reaching up and resting on Harry's shoulder as she continued to focus her attention on him. "Your dreams, I have seen them, even through all this distance, your dreams stand out to me." She spoke and Harry frowned.

"What makes me so special?" He asked, he hated being singled out, he hated being this 'iconic' and 'unique' person.

"I cannot say, this is the first time something like this has happened." She explained, as he studied her, he could see no deceit, the added situation being that someone of this magnitude of power explaining this and not knowing, from everything he had seen of those higher in the Food Chain, it wasn't something they liked to admit. "But I felt your pain." She spoke again, "I saw your dreams, one of wishes and hopes for the future, turn to the worst. Repetition of loss, of those you have lost and those you worry may be lost in the coming conflict because they are connected to you." She spoke and Harry after several moments of quiet contemplation nodded his head. It was true, he had been worried about what may happen to his friends, he was scared that Voldemort would come after him through them, and he was still suffering over the loss of his Godfather. "I offer you your wish." She spoke again and Harry looked at her in confusion, words not being spoken, she knew his desires having seen his dreams. "You want to escape, if you're gone then perhaps your friends will be safe." She spoke calmly and Harry felt himself agreeing with her. "Though there is always the chance he will still go after them to find information of your departure." She continued putting all the information out there for him straight away. She didn't want to hold anything back in this instance. "To escape unreasonable expectations, to depart from this and become what you want to be instead of what you are forced to be, I can give you that opportunity." She explained softly, "Though it will not be easy, Azeroth, or at least the part that you would go, is recovering from the after effects of a war with another race of creatures known as Orcs." She spoke, her voice showing her distaste of these 'Orcs.'

"What happened?" Harry questioned knowing it would be a touchy subject but from her reaction, he wanted to know, especially if it could cause problems if he decided to go.

"They captured my sister, used her children as weapons in their war. Only recently was she freed." Ysera stopped after that, Harry took the hint, it was a touchy subject so he wasn't going to press.

"But she's free now?" He asked trying to shift to a lighter note.

"Yes, humans like you saved her, it is to this human that I would entrust your care." She explained and Harry again looked pensieve, "he is a Wizard, with a similar spirit to yours, always willing to do the right thing, I believe that you could learn much from him… and in a way him from you." She summed up and Harry frowned.

"But I can't just abandon my friends, I have to stay here I have to fight Voldemort." Harry argued and she smiled.

"Yet you don't have to," she reminded him. "This is something that you were forced into. Something that you had your choice taken away by the actions of those who thought they knew best, noble as they were." She reminded and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"How long have you been watching me?" Harry asked. For her to know this much, well… to put it bluntly unnerved him.

"You were always an interesting dreamer, for good and for worse, I could not help see your dreams." She spoke again with a knowing smile and Harry felt a tinge touch his cheeks, wondering what dreams that she had seen.

"So why offer this to me?" He asked, it was a question that was bugging him immensely, why would this powerful entity offer him this out of the blue.

"Because I see how much pain you are in." She confirmed. "It calls out all this distance and I want to put it at an end, no one should suffer like this." She reasoned.

"I can't just up and leave my friends. Not like this," Harry argued, "it would just be cowardice to leave them like this," Harry countered and Ysera just smiled. "No matter how much I would like to get away from it all."

"The willingness to sacrifice yourself and your happiness is a noble goal, but wouldn't you want to forge your own destiny?" She asked before leaning in close to Harry, whispering something that made his eyes widen. It continued for a couple of moments before she moved away. Harry stood there, eyes wide at what she had said to him. Several moments they stood staring at each other, Harry nodded his head.

"I'll go." He said with certainty, all hesitation and delay gone from his voice.

"Are you sure?" She asked with a delay. "I don't want you to come along just because I said what I did, you won't be able to come back, not for a long time, if ever." She explained and Harry again looked hesitant if only for a moment,

"I'm sure, I will go." He said and the aspect of dreaming just nodded her head. She lifted her hand, holding it out towards him.

"Then take my hand and I will pull your physical body through the dream to here." She ordered softly and Harry did so, there were a few moments of hesitation before he reached up and gripped her hand. It was soft, the skin smooth, he felt the warmth as he felt magic pulling at him, it was weird the feeling of his entire being pulled into the dream, an emptiness that he had felt was gone and everything seemed to be just that much clearer to his eyes now. "and do not worry, I have made sure to bring your items with you." She said gesturing to the side, Harry glanced to where she made the gesture, his black school trunk sitting there in all it's slightly battered glory, his wand resting on top of it. Quickly he reached down, taking the wand, feeling the comforting warmth that came from the bond between him and his wand, he pocketed it and turned back to Ysera. "I will introduce you to my siblings and help you where you need to go soon enough, for now you will need to rest, the trip through the portal is taxing on the body for those not accustomed to it."

"I feel…" He started to speak, a wave of dizziness hit him and he fell forwards, Ysera stepped forwards, catching him, holding him comfortingly as she lowered him down softly to the ground, the ground in the dream reacting to her commands, softening to make it comfortable enough for him.

"Rest now Harry Potter, your new life starts soon."

TBC