Saving Her Saving Himself

Summary:

Harry Potter's world is dead. Everyone he ever loved and cared for is dead. Fallout from the world trying to rid itself of magic is just too great. Hoping the pain would end he went and walked through the veil only to be sent to save her. GWL Story H/Multi H-HG-FD-NT-OC Fem-slash and other kinks. First story.

AN: Thanks for coming to check this story out please let me know what you think in a constructive way. Understand I have no beta and updates will be sporadic at best. I have PTSD from my time in the military and I am currently using this as a form of therapy. That being said I have almost read EVERY HP FF here and on other sites and constantly reading them. There will probably be things you notice from other stories and some cliches and I wish I could say I was sorry. I'm mostly writing this for me. I will try and keep all ANs short and mostly at the end of the story. Read and Review. Thank you.

AN 2: This story will be rated M and it is for a very good reason. Violence, Cursing, Torture, Sex, Death. There will be SMUT there will be weird kinks for what ever strikes my mood at the time. I hope I can give you guys a good story that won't just devolve into a SMUT fic but no promises.

I do not own anything, seriously nothing.

Real Swede Beta'd and improved 12/15/2015

Chapter One

Pain, God, it was everywhere. He was no stranger to pain; he had lived with it most of his life but this was different. He honestly had no idea if he would survive this. His memory briefly flickered to the times he had been tortured in his life and this was probably worse than all of them. It felt like every fiber of his being was being torn asunder. Light was flashing everywhere. He was barely aware of his existence at this point. And as suddenly as it had started the pain stopped, well the physical pain at least no longer bothered him.

Taking care, he opened his eyes. 'God is it bright in here or what?' he thought. Slowly gaining focus, he checked himself and was surprised to see that nothing was wrong. He was seriously confused. 'Huh, this doesn't look like the last time I was here'. He thought back to when he met that whiskered wanker in a place that looked like Kings Cross. Actually if he had to be honest with himself it almost looked like the clearing out behind Peverell Manor. 'Wait, WHAT!?'

He immediately picked himself up and drew his wand trying to figure out what was going on. The only thing that survived the fire bombs around here was the cemetery where his wives were laid to rest as it was their last refuge.

Then it hit him, regardless of where he was he was alone. But that shouldn't be possible he should have joined them. He went head first through the Veil of Death willingly. He should be with them. "Why! Why can I not just find peace! Why am I here? Where is here? God why must it always be me!" He screamed to the heavens. Ever since he entered this damn world nothing but pain had found him. It gave him life but took everything from him. "Why do I get to keep living as everyone and everything around me has to die?"

To be honest it was a fair question. For a man of thirty-four he had seen more death and pain that most people would know if they lived for two hundred years. Shortly after being born his mother and father had died to save him. The next was his godfather; then Mad-Eye, Hedwig, Remus, and so many others he had known. Why was he brought into this world, was it to bring death and destruction to everyone around him. 'Maybe that is why Death keeps spitting me back out, he gets more souls the longer he keeps me around', he thought sourly.

'Well isn't this just fucking fantastic. Just through the veil to come back out alive. Some one would have come to meet me by now, at least that is how I think it works. Then again maybe this is my punishment for being me. I get to spend eternity alone. Maybe this is what hell is,' he thought bitterly. But he knew something was wrong. He could feel his magic; that should not be possible. He had died before and this felt different, and if he was dead it felt wrong. Slowly putting away his wand seeing that he was alone, he began walking west.

The clearing felt familiar and he was sure it was the same clearing he had spent so much time in. Harry could see the markings ahead of him that signified the cemetery was up ahead. Well at least I can go say goodbye one last time, again. It had been so hard for him to get up and leave here to try and go through the veil. But he had done it and now he was here. He made it to the area his family's graves had been but was shocked. Their graves weren't there. God he was so confused right now. 'What the fuck is going on. Where is my family?'

He might have thought the physical pain was too great earlier, but now remembering he had buried his three wives and their children was far worse. He just fell to his knees and sat there, sobbing. Harder than he had ever cried before, even after the losses he had seen in his short life; he just cried. The anguish in his cries was so great he just fell forward not even caring that the ground was rushing towards him. He fell into a fetal position and just cried himself to sleep hoping death would just come and claim him. He had wished for it so often but now for the first time in his life he wished it was truly over.

The life that was within this clearing slowly started to abate. Everything from the smallest insect to the grass snake started to get away from this area as their senses told them something was terribly wrong. The grass around him started to wither and die as his aura began to expand around him, displaying the sorrow he so clearly felt. Then as suddenly as it began it all stopped like a candle being snuffed. His aura winked out of existence as Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived; the Man-Who-Conquered; Master of Death; Order of Merlin First Class; widower, passed out from the combined exhaustion of the travel through the veil and his emotional pain.

-SAVING HER SAVING HIMSELF-

Fate and Death watched through the large pool in front of them. They honestly could say they felt bad for what they put this man through. But just maybe this will help him heal, there was a chance it could all back fire but what was there to lose? The world he came from had nothing left for him or them.

"Are you sure this will help my master?" Death asks with a bit of concern.

"Of course. You have watched him just as long as I have, he is strong. Harry James should be able to help this universe." Fate told him for the hundredth time since Harry James stepped through the Veil.

"If you are certain then, when he awakens, I will speak with him. He must know there is still hope or I fear he will just watch history repeat itself." Death replied.

"Fine! I understand why you want to talk with him. Did you manage to get that one change we talked about for him?"

"Did you think I wouldn't"? Death asked heatedly.

"No I had the utmost faith in you my dear, I was just making sure. He should learn to use it first, before he begins any plans." Fate reminded him.

"You and your plans!" Death screamed as Fate was walking away.

She just giggled thinking about how much had changed in this universe from his arrival. As death was obviously glaring at the back of her head.