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My first Harry Potter fanfic! Yay! If you decide to support this fanfic please be patient, I am horribly busy but I will try to update as soon as possible! Enjoy!

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He felt the blood enter his veins, he was lucky he was so gifted, where would he be without his abilities? Without the lessons and gifts of all his teachers?

Dead most likely.

Harry knew he did not defeat Voldemort alone; the multiple gifts he received from those who stood against the vile monster were his true power. He released a breath as he told the elements around him to calm, there was no need for them anymore as he stood alone. Reality suddenly flooded back to him as he felt his knees buckle under his weight; the strain had been too much.

"It's over," he said as the words echoed into the cold emptiness around him. It was silent except for the crackling of the fires and the whispers of the wind. "Ginny, Ron, Hermione," he croaked. "I'm sorry." They were gone, along with most of the wizarding world. They were all dying now, their culture, their breed, their very existence on the earth. Wizards were dying. Voldemort had gotten almost exactly what he wanted, well other than the fact that he was dead too. The tears came down his face in thick streams obscuring his vision but adding an unnatural sparkle to his green eyes. An image of Ron popped up before him saying good bye. Ginny appeared beside him blowing Harry a kiss. Hermione shook her head as she smiled before waving joining the other two in their farewell. All of them were walking away, smiling, like nothing had ever gone wrong, like they would all meet again.

"Please, don't leave me!" he cried out reaching for the fading illusions. He knew they were gone long before his mind registered that fact but seeing them go hurt so much more. "Please..." he whispered pounding the ground with his fists.

After several moments, he pushed himself up and stood despite the rising protest from his legs.

Bodies.

That was what the once luscious green field was littered with. A glimpse of orange-red made him change his direction as he limped toward a body that was only 20 or so meters away. The auror uniform that was so familiar was torn to shreds; the lower left pant leg was missing, most of the torso region was torn away. The customary weapon and wand belt was nowhere in sight but he knew who lay there. She was too familiar for him not to know. He walked slowly, he wished he could have changed what happened, have him been the one that didn't survive. "Why couldn't they all live?" he asked the air. He must have done something wrong, it had to be his fault. Maybe if Ginny had stayed with him, the outcome would be different. Maybe if none of them fought. No, that would never have been possible; they all wanted to fight, to protect all those they loved. Harry stood over the petite body briefly before falling to her side.

"Ginny, my love," the raven haired man said as he looked into her face with gentle caring eyes. His hand ran through her hair before brushing some of the dirt off her cheek. She was no longer the young girl he met years ago, the one who had a fantasized crush on the boy who lived; she was to be his wife, and hopefully the mother of his children. Harry had proposed just a short week ago, after his 20th birthday and before her 19th. "Oh, Ginny," he said lovingly as he gazed at her battered face. Despite the blood and bruises, her face the epipamy of calm; void of any emotion. "No pain," he smiled to himself, it was probably quick, and for that he was at least thankful.

His little bubble of joy shattered as he remembered the world that he lived in. He was almost alone, Luna Lovegood, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Professor Flitwick remained but to Harry, he might as well been completely alone. He had watched all of those that were dear to his heart die. Those three remained but the survival of three didn't prevent the world from crashing down in Harry's mind. "They're all gone."

Harry looked up from Ginny's face, his eyes barely seeing through all the tears that fell, yet he still looked at the ruins of the once great Hogwarts. How was he going to live like this? Without Ginny, his fiancé, without Ron and Hermione, his two best friends, the Hogwarts teachers and all of Hogwarts' students. He felt empty and cold. He had begun training in his 5th year and had developed powers beyond any ones imagination but nothing; nothing could have prepared him for this.

"I have to fix this," Harry said rather harshly talking to nothing. The small charms teacher nearby had overheard and answered, "My boy, there is nothing that can be done," he sobbed out as he searched for survivors even though it was very unlikely that they would find any. Harry watched the tiny man for a moment and saw him breaking out in fresh tears every time he recognized a body. The list that was started to keep track of war casualties kept growing at a quick pace.

Order: Professor Mcgonagall

Order: Lavender Brown

Death eater: Anthony Goyle

Order: Terry Boot

Death eater: Lucius Malfoy

It just continued, a page became 5 and 5 became 20. On page 22, a familiar name caught Harry's eye.

Order member: Draco Malfoy.

Draco had not wanted to become like his father after he witnessed him kill his own wife. He had admitted that he could never really choose what side but that one event pushed him toward the light and the right. Despite Draco's change in heart, he and Harry never saw eye to eye, if there was another chance... maybe they could. A smile slowly came to his face, "another chance..." muttered Harry and with that he apperated without another word.

*****

Godric's Hollow had been restored to its former glory, it was as if nothing ever happened to the building since Godric himself lived there. Harry had finished the place only several weeks ago and learned t that the small, cozy appearance of the building was nothing but an illusion. He had discovered many secrets to the house, many rooms that were never destroyed, wards that remained intact and ancient magic that lingered. He had reopened every room and discovered almost every secret, one room had a library that could easily by pass the one at Hogwarts, and that itself was an amazing feat. This library contained topics that were forbidden at the school including the one he had required. Harry smirked lightly as he walked into the house and headed to the library without a second glance at anything in the house. There were too many memories just sitting on surfaces. A newspaper cliping announcing his engagement to Ginny still sat on the kitchen table, photos on the fireplace mantle, flowers that were picked just last week. As he enetred the library, he went to a shelf on his immediate left and picked up an old forest green coloured book that was beginning to fall apart. The spine was severely damaged, and pages had been ripped out but it had more information about dark arts than other books combined. "I guess I finally need you," said Harry to the book as he scanned the pages and looked at all the notes written in the margins before leaving as suddenly as he came. The only surviving Potter left the house and took a last glance at it knowing that he wouldn't see it properly for a long time. He had planned to live there with Ginny and raise a family once everything settled down, but it seemed it was not meant to be. His hand gently grazed the reddish brick and he glanced burgendy roof; these gave it the feel of a true Gryffindor home and in a way, a constant reminder that those who carried the lion in their hearts never gave up. With a wave of his hand, a dozen roses fell into his arms. He kissed a rose in the bouquet before placing it on the door step and walking away. It was a simple gesture for all those who had died and a future that had died along with them. In truth, the man that left the roses was only a shell of the real man. Harry Potter had died with them too.

*****

He returned to the site of the battle and approached Professor Flitwick rather cautiously. "Filius," he spoke to his former charms teacher, "If I am to correct this, I will require your help." A silence loomed over the two. "But Harry, there is no way, unless…" he trailed off looking sharply at the young man, who merely nodded. "But I believed it was merely a myth..."

"Alas Filius, I can tell you for certain it is not," he said raising his arm to show the small book. Filius gasped, "But it is murder! To kill your younger self just so you can inhabit his body!"

"If I am to change this, sacrifices must be made, even if it means myself."

"But to perform this, you need the potion, a rather complicated one I must say," said Flitwick as he snatched the book out of Harry's hand and scanned the list. Harry smiled, "As you know, I have become rather proficient in many magical areas, potions being one of them." It was true, no one could compare to his skills and the knowledge he possessed, but he knew he could get stronger because he needed to; he had to get better, for the sake of his family and friends.

"Filius, I am not asking you as your former student but as a friend, will you cast one of the unforgivables?" asked Harry. "If it must be done," he sighed, "it must be done, although I will not cast the killing curse, I could never do that. For the final two, you must convince Luna and Shaklebolt," said Flitwick shaking his head. Soon another one of them would be gone but this time it would be in the hopes of reviving everyone else. Harry found Luna and Shaklebolt rather quickly after saying "Homenum Revelio." The two agreed rather quickly after Harry explained why it had to be done. "Please save him, Harry," whipsered Luna. Harry didn't have to ask to know who she was talking about. Luna had developed a crush on Neville several years back but was only recently that Neville had also displayed interest of the airy Ravenclaw. The two never had the opportunity to share their feelings. Harry smiled a sad smile, "I will do my best, and maybe I'll drop some not so subtle hints while I'm at school." She jumped onto Harry and gave him a tight hug, "Thank you, that is all I ask for." He nodded to both them before heading to the headmaster's former office. Former since half of it was in ruins; he looked at the gargoyle which was now not much more than several stones. There was no need for him to ask permission to enter since he could clearly step over it but he knew it was polite.

"I wish to enter the office," said Harry knowing that the gargoyle couldn't deny him. He stepped by the broken statue and thought, 'Being an heir of the founder's has its advantages.'

"Harry, I take it is over?" asked the portrait of Dumbledore.

"Yes, but…" he hesitated looking down at the floor, unsure of what to say next.

"I see, it is bad as I feared." Even through it was just a painting, Harry could feel Dumbledores blue eyes on him. "And you are here for a reason other than seeing me…"

"I require ingredients from the forbidden storage; Unicorn blood, goblin blood, dragon fang and basilisk venom," he said sternly waiting for a response. Dumbledore's eyes widened, Harry almost had some statisfaction from shocking the man, "Harry, why do this? You are now in a world without Voldemort, why start over?"

"So that I don't lose everyone I love, you foolish old man," said Harry bitterly. "Just because you never cared for anyone, it doesn't mean others don't." Dumbledore looked at him very sadly and replied in almosta whisper, "I cared more than you will ever know, my boy." His voice held honesty but Harry didn't care at the moment. He had suffered over and over and slowly he had begun to crack. He lashed out at the smallest comments but it was the only way he could grieve. With that, a door swung open to reveal shelves upon shelves of the rarest and most dangerous potions ingredients. The view did not shock him since he had been there multiple times before when he was studying potions under Snape; Dumbledore had insisted upon it. He walked in swiftly, quickly locating the four items that he needed, the rest he felt he could get easily. Basilisk venom was by far the hardest to get item on the list and it was that ingredient that made this potion so rare. The only basilisk known to the wizard world was the one he killed in his second year. Unknown to Harry back then, Dumbledore harvested some of the basilisk for the school's needs, while leaving the rest to rot in the chamber. Basilisk was key in many dangerous potions and rituals, the less that there was in the market, the better.

Harry took what he needed and left the Headmaster's office without a second glance back. He headed toward the dungeons where he would have peace brewing this potion, he didn't really have to go there but it reminded him of better times. Upon entering the former potion master's quarters, he placed everything gently on the table beside him and began the complicated potion. He had to add each ingredient at the precise moment or the effects could be disastrous according to the book. It ranged from being thrown into a different dimension, to going back as the wrong person. Unicorn blood… Basilisk venom… root of mandrake…goblin blood…dragon fangs...silver powder. After almost three hours of carefully watched brewing, the potion became the silver liquid with purple swirls that showed it was ready.

He took a small vial and scoped a good amount, corked it and placed it his chest pocket. Harry then disapperated to Godric's hollow and entered his private chambers where two founders waited for him.

*****

"Hello Harry, I take it you were successful?" said Rowena Ravenclaw. She was a beautiful woman with blue eyes and raven black hair, much like Harry's was.

"Yes, I did but I'm not in the mood to talk, Rowena and Godric." Godric didn't look happy when Harry came in and immediately dismissed Rowena. He always knew when something was wrong. It was then that the blond, green eyed muscular man saw the full vial in Harry's pocket and his expression immediately darkened.

"Harry, I know you are an extremely gifted dark wizard, in fact it would seem that you are more Salazar's descendent than mine and Rowena's but are you willing to risk everything and start over again? What if you start again and Voldemort defeats you? The world would be in more chaos than it is right now."

"GODRIC, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. THERE COULD BE NO WAY IN BLOODY HELL THE OUT COME COULD BE WORSE THAN THIS," yelled Harry at the portraits but neither looked phased in the least. He took a breath and continued with a low tone, "Everyone is dead. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, the Hogwarts students and the teachers, they are all gone." He took the vile out of his pocket and swirled its contents, "I have a chance to fix this, a chance to save the innocent, Sirius, Cedric and everyone who died at his hands. I can save them, there is no way in bloody hell that I will lose to that bastard," said Harry quite calmly but the fact that his clenched fists were white proved otherwise. Even Rowena who normally told Harry to watch his language didn't really care right now; she cried for the dead, old and young. Godric nodded, understanding in a twisted way what Harry had to do, "Very well Harry, remember we both love you every much and so does everyone else," he said as he comforted his wife. Harry was about to leave before Godric's voice summoned him back. "Oh Harry, what to tell you?" he then sighed, "I think now is the time to reveal something to you." Harry paused certainly not expecting this. "Flaza? Please come out," called the founder. With that, a magnificent flame appeared in the room and out flew a phoenix. At first glance, she looked very similar to Fawkes but something told him she was much older and wiser than Dumbledore' phoenix ever was. She fluttered elegantly to Harry and landed on his shoulder, brushing her head affectionately against his cheek. The distinguishing feature was the silver plooms mixed in with the typical gold and red. . "She will now respond to you, no matter when or where you go."

Hello Harry child, I am so happy to finally meet you, her voice was so melodious, so sweet that Harry smiled, he felt even like a child that was being doted upon. After a moment, his scowl returned and Harry merely nodded; he knew that phoenixes could communicate wordlessly with their master but her voice was so angelic, he never would have imagined it possible. Getting back on track, Harry tore his eyes from the phoneix meeting his green with green of his ancestor; "First, before I complete this, I have some questions." The two Founders nodded slowly hoping they could help Harry with his quest.

"Will I keep my powers and my mind once the ritual is complete?" It was the lady of knowledge that answered his question, "Yes, according to Lord Slytherin, every piece of you will remain, from your soul to your mind, the only change would be physical."

"What about my elemental bracelet?"

"If you infuse it with your blood, I think it would transfer despite the fact that it would be something physical. Blood magic has always topped the magic chain." Harry nodded, understanding that some types of magic were weaker than others and were unaffected by the weaker one. Time magic was under blood magic, Harry had learned this in one of his special classes with Dumbledore years ago.

"I will return here as soon as I can and after I fix it up. First, I will have to rescue Sirius. We will talk once I return although I am not sure you will remember anything but thank you." Harry bowed. "For everything."

"May the light always guide you Lord Harry James Potter."

"And you Lord Godric Gryffindor, Lady Rowena Ravenclaw." With the wards at Hogwarts destroyed, Harry smiled and then spun on the spot disapperating back to the closest thing he had to a true home.

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"Luna, Kingsley, Filius," called Harry. All three came quickly and nodded as Harry said, "It is time." He pulled out the vial that contained the forbidden potion. "Wait Harry, are you sure Hornscrumplers won't interfere with your abilities?" asked Luna.

"No, I have taken care of that," he said not bothering to ask as he opened the vial and drained its contents with a single gulp. Harry felt a chill pass through his body that touched his very core, he shuttered for the feeling was rather uncomfortable. "Thank you for everything; I will do my best so that it doesn't end up like this once more." The three of them nodded softly.

"Crucio," began Luna, she watched with heaviness in her heart. He didn't scream but she could tell he was uncomfortable. "Imperio," followed Professor Flitwick, his expression was filled with sorrow. Harry stiffened as the spell hit. Kingsley, having the most difficult task, hesitated for a moment before he said the words that would complete the spell.

"Avada Kedavra." All three curses hit Harry, he felt a jerk, the three of them watched as Harry's body was shrouded in a purple light, he opened his eyes and glanced around at them and the battle field so he could remember what would wait for him if it wasn't changed. The sparkle in Harry's eyes faded as his emerald green eyes closed for the final time in this world. The purple haze slowly separated from his muscular, adult body. The empty shell that was once Harry Potter fell lifeless to the ground and the matter that shrouded him vanished into thin air. Luna fell to the ground crying and Filius touched a tear that ran down his own cheek.

"Good luck Harry Potter, may you save us all from this future," said the professor. "May you save us all."