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Chapter 1

The castle was in ruins. It hurt to look at the building that had been his home for seven years, be reduced to rubble, in one, giant battle. Over fifty people had died, some which he had known and trusted, and others in which he had barely acknowledged through the years, which he regretted now. His thoughts were cast back to seeing the motionless bodies that had been laid in the Great Hall; Fred, Tonks, Remus…

This thought brought tears to Harry's eyes; he had become so close to Remus after Sirius's death. They had had many long talks about everything and nothing, and they understood each other, understood what it was like to lose people you loved. In amongst the talks, they had started to discuss plans for the future, and the possibility of them living together, which brought Harry hope again, only to have him ripped away from Harry like so many others he had held close to him. Still, he was going to join them now, be with them wherever death had a hold on them.

He had reached the edge of the forest now, and suddenly there were hundreds of golden butterflies, flitting around him like snitches, teasing him about the games of quidditch he would never play again.

The snitch… I open at the close…

Harry felt deep into his pocket until he grasped the cool outer surface of the snitch that he had held since it was gave to him, from Dumbledore's will. His cold hands fumbled to press the gold metal to his mouth before whispering 'I am about to die'. The shell broke open, revealing a black stone with a jagged crack down the middle of it, the broken remnants of the snitch cradling it like a baby. The resurrection stone was turned over three times by Harry's hand, whilst he closed his eyes and pictured the people he wanted to see again more than anything. When he opened them again he found himself in the middle of a circle of those he wished to see again. They were neither real nor fake, resembling most like the figure of Tom Riddle Harry had seen in second year.

James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley's.

Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in his life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings.

Lily's smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.

He could not speak. His eyes feasted on her, and he thought that he would like to stand and look at her forever, and that would be enough. "I didn't want any of you to die for me" Harry addressed them all, before turning to Remus "especially you Remus, just after you've had your son. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry as well, that I will never know him, but he will know that I died to try and make the world a better place for him to grow up, I hope. "Still, I'll see you soon." Harry replied, attempting a half smile, his gaze sweeping around the four figures all gazing at him with equal proudness in their eyes. "Does it hurt?" The question fell from his lips before he could stop it.

"Dying?" Sirius answered "Not at all, it's quicker and easier than falling to sleep."

"Ok, ok" Harry nodded his head a few times, as if to prepare himself, before looking at each of them individually. "Stay with me."

Even without the invisibility cloak, Harry would've felt protected, for he had people he knew would look after him, regardless of the fact they were not alive. Just before reaching the clearing in the forest, he heard voices, and knew that he was near. Just a few steps further, and he was there.

"I felt sure he would come." The cold voice of Voldemort drew out an involuntary shiver through the length of Harry's spine, "It seems I was mistaken."

"You weren't." Harry was surprised at the strong and calm tone to his voice, when his heart was banging against his chest. In his concentration at ripping the invisibility cloak of him, he accidentally dropped the resurrection stone from his numb fingers to the floor of the forest. As soon as the stone slipped from his hand, the individuals disappeared in an instant, but he knew that they were still there, whether or not he could see them.

He could just about make out Hagrid shouting at him to stop, and not to do it, but as all his focus was on what he had to do, Hagrid's message was a mere whisper. There were a couple of death eaters scattered around the area, all shocked at his arrival. For example, Harry could make out the horrifying silhouette of Bellatrix, who looked hysterical, and Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy who Harry could tell just wanted to get their son and leave as soon as possible. They seemed to no longer want to be part of this massacre.

Here he was, defenceless; the only thing standing between him and death was a man, if you could call him that, who had wanted to kill him for 17 years. He looked into the red, piercing eyes of Voldemort and prayed it would be over quickly.

"Avada Kedavra!" He saw the green light hurtling towards him, and as he made no move to defend himself, he knew the result was inevitable. From the corner of his eye, he saw a curious golden light also streaming towards him. However, before he could consider anything thing else, everything went black.

A/N- Thinking about doing slash in later chapters, either between Remus/Sirius or Remus/Harry, or not at all? Please review and say which would be best!