Chapter 1: The Resurrection

Little Hangleton Graveyard, Britain - 1995

"Kill the spare" he somehow heard through the immense pain that he was currently enduring.

"Avada Kedavra!" a voice that he recognized cried out as a jet of sickly green energy sprang from the wand that the unknown yet familiar figure was holding as the oozing green energy flew towards the person whom his master had considered useless.

The bolt of energy struck Cedric Digory a 7th year Hufflepuff of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry that Harry had considered a friend.

"NO! CEDRIC!" Harry cried out, he knew what that was, he knew the words and he knew what it could do, after all how could he of all people not know what it would do, given that that spell was the spell that had ruined his life oh so long ago, back when Voldemort was still in power.

The unknown figure came closer and through his pain Harry could recognize the face, it was Peter Pettigrew otherwise known as Wormtail, the person who had betrayed his parents and lead Voldemort to their house on that fateful night of October 31st 1981 and it was he who had framed Harry's Godfather Sirius Black and tricked the Aurors into believing that Sirius was the true betrayer, resulting in the next twelve years that Sirius would have to spend locked up in Azkaban for this traitors crimes.

Wormtail stepped forward and before Harry could truly do anything Wormtail pointed a wand that Harry had only seen in his dreams, or perhaps nightmares were a better word to describe his memories of that night, Wormtail lifted Harry up and manipulated the stone statue of an Angel reaper behind him to allow it to entrap Harry and ensure that he could not escape, after all, Harry Potter was vital to their plans.

"Do it! Now." the figure that Harry realized was a baby Voldemort said to Wormtail, who in turn followed his Master's order and dropped the baby Voldemort within the cauldron that had blazed to life.

"Bone of the father, Unwillingly given" the cold whimpering voice of Wormtail called out to the nearly empty graveyard.

"Flesh of the servant, Willingly sacrificed"

Wormtail sniveled as he took the large knife that he held within his left hand and held it high above his right, even from where he was locked within the stone angels grip Harry could see that Wormtail's hand shook as he brought the knife closer and closer to his own hand. For but a moment Harry hope that the man known as Peter Pettigrew did not have the courage to sacrifice his own hand. However that hope was soon extinguished as Wormtail brought the knife down upon his hand with a final sob and severed his own flesh, allowing it to drop into the same cauldron that he had with the bone and the small child version of Voldemort.

"Blood of the enemy, Forcibly taken" Wormtail managed to get out through his gritted teeth, trying to survive past the immense pain that he must be feeling.

Having managed to get over the pain of losing a hand Wormtail advanced upon the Statue that Harry was held in as he held the knife and cut apart Harry's sleeve and then cut deep into Harry's arm gathering up a large amount of Harry's blood upon the blade of the knife and then depositing it into the cauldron.

"The Dark Lord shall rise again."

Harry watches on in pain and horror at seeing the cauldron burst into flames, at first he thought, no, he hoped that something had gone terribly wrong with Voldemort's current plan but it seemed that his hope was in vain as after a few seconds the burning cauldron transformed into something that looked somewhat Human, Harry watched on in abject horror as the human like thing started to become more and more complete, every second the figure looked more and more like the Voldemort that he had seen in his first year. Until finally it was complete and there before Harry's own eyes was a complete form of Voldemort clad in dark robes. Sadly it seemed that in this case Wormtail was right, the Dark Lord had truly risen once more.

Wormtail slowly approached his master, his eyes filled with fear as Voldemort approached and ordered Wormtail to give him his wand.

"Hold out your arm" he spoke simply in a voice that was quite like a whisper and yet at the same time far more sinister.

"Master ... Thank you, Master" Wormtail managed to sob out.

"The other arm Wormtail" Voldemort replied to his servants whimpering.

Voldemort grasped Wormtails outstretched arm as he drew out his wand and used his own magic for the first time in thirteen years and pointed it at the Dark mark on Wormtail's arm, Voldemort and Wormtail watched on as the mark on his left arm became less and less faded, allowing his servant all around to know that he had returned. Wormtail sobs became louder as it was clear that his Master did not care that he had given up his own arm for him to return as well as the added pain of being the conduit through which he summoned his Inner Circle.

The Dark Mark appeared the sky and the remaining free Death Eaters returned to their only master via apparation desperate to prove themselves loyal to their cause after they had managed to escape from the threat of being imprisoned in Azkaban by denouncing their master. They knew that he would not be happy, if they who had denounced him did not appear before him begging for mercy and forgiveness, they knew that they would never be safe, not while He still lived.

"Welcome my friends" Voldemort said with wide arms, greeting his disloyal servants, those who had denounced him and his cause, "Thirteen years its been and yet here you stand before as though it were only yesterday."

Voldemort whispered to his followers, "I confess myself, disappointed, not one of you tried to find me."

"Crabbe."

"Macnair."

"Goyle."

He yelled in anger as he removed each of their masks causing them great pain, allowing them know how truly displeased he was because of what they had done.

"Not even you, Lucius" ripping off the mask of the person who before his fall was one of his most loyal servants.

"My lord, had I detected any sign or whisper of your whereabouts" Lucius tried to appease his master.

"There were signs my slippery friend and more than whispers"

"I returned" Wormtail said softly trying to calm down the whimper in his voice as he spoke to one of the most powerful wizards in history.

Voldemort stalked up to Wormtail crying out in anger, "Out of fear, not loyalty, still you have proved yourself useful these past few months Wormtail", Voldemort waved his wand over the stump of the hand that Wormtail had sacrificed in order to bring back his Master and a silvery substance attached itself to the stump and moved upwards as it formed itself into a silver hand that Wormtail was able to move as if it was his own.

"Thank you, Master, thank you!"

Voldemort moved over to the body that lay on the ground, the body belonged to the boy that he had ordered Wormtail to get rid of, "Oh tsk tsk, such a handsome boy"

"Don't touch him!" shouted a voice, as Voldemort turned to face the voice he found himself almost surprised, so lost in his excitement and joy at once again being returned to this world and having his followers surrounding him, disloyal though they were, he had completely forgotten about the key reason he was brought back in the first place, "Harry, oh, I had almost forgotten that you were here, standing on the bones of my father I would introduce you but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days"

"The Boy Who Lived, How lies have feed your legend Harry, shall I reveal what really happened thirteen years ago? How I truly lost my powers" Voldemort replied, "It was love, you see, when dear sweet Lilly Potter gave her life for her only son she provided the only protection, it was old magic, something I should have foreseen."

"But no matter, no matter, things have changed I can touch you ... now."

Voldemort seemed to almost float directly the bound form of Harry Potter, as he slowly lifted his hand and pressed hard against the infamous scar of Harry Potter, causing Harry to cry out in pain, Voldemort groaned with pleasure as for the first time in thirteen years Voldemort could truly touch his greatest enemy, finally after so long he could cause Potter the same pain that he himself had endured for thirteen years.

"Astonishing what a few drops of your blood can do eh Harry" as Voldemort's finger left Harry's scar, quite content with the fact that Potter could no longer hurt him in the same way that he did in his first year with Quirrel.

"Pick up your wand Potter" Voldemort told him as he moved his wand to allow the statues scythe to move out of the way, allowing Harry to fall out of the Angels grip.

Voldemort turned around and cried at Harry "I said pick it up, Get up! Get up!"

"You've been taught how to duel I presume" Voldemort said.

Harry of course refused to do so and remained standing as Voldemort got angry and yelled out to Harry, "First, we bow to each other, Come on now Harry the niceties must be observed, Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners would he."

"I said bow!" Voldemort cried as he pointed his wand at Harry and Harry felt an intense pain deep within his stomach, forcing his body to bend over and submit to the will of that 'creature'.

"That's better" Voldemort said with satisfaction in his voice and joy in his eyes, finally, finally after so long the one person who was truly a threat to his plans would die.

"And now, Crucio!"

Harry's body writhed and fell down to the ground as he felt a pain more intense than anything he had ever felt in his life, to describe it to anyone who had never felt the touch of the Cruciatus curse, much less one cast by Voldemort himself, It felt as if thousands upon thousands of white hot needles were being injected directly into his nerves, the pain was agonizing. The worst thing that anyone in the world could ever feel.

"That a boy Harry, your parents would be proud, especially your filthy muggle mother" Voldemort whispered as he stood over the fallen body of Harry Potter.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled out in anger, not wishing to stand the insult coming from the murderer of his parents.

"I'm going to kill you Harry Potter, after tonight no one will ever again question my powers."

"Get up!" Voldemort reached out his hand and held it above Harry's face, using wandless magic he forced Harry's body up and back onto his feet, As Voldemort turned to face his audience Harry took the opportunity to try and get away from the man who had destroyed his entire life, quickly running and hiding behind a few gravestones.

"Don't you turn your back on me Harry Potter, I want you to look at me when I kill you, I want to see the light leave your eyes" yelled Voldemort in anger as he shot a killing curse towards the retreating back of his enemy his curse landing on one of the many graves and partially destroying it.

Harry closed his eyes, he knew that it was impossible for this to end any other way, as he resolved himself and stood up and started walking towards his most frightening enemy "Have it your way."

"Expelliarmus / Avada Kedavra" They both cried out at the same time, brilliant jets of a magnificent shade of red and a sickly oozing green shot out from the ends of their respective wands, eventually meeting in the middle as one spell fought another their users providing the energy to maintain the spells as well as providing extra power to try and overcome the other.

The green and red light danced this way and that, sometimes the green would seem to win and it come inches from the end of Harry's wand before the red light seemed to become renewed and push further back against the green back into the middle whereupon they would gracefully push each other back and forth until the red gained ground and was almost upon the wand that the green light stemmed from, until Voldemort using his combined magical knowledge as well as his own fury at the fact that this did not seem to be as easy as it should be pushed the red light back to the middle and the dance would start once more.

"Do nothing, he is mine to finish" yelled out Voldemort annoyed that the Death Eaters, his servants seemed antsy almost as if they believed that he would lose, an impossibility of course, Potter was nothing more than a nuisance, so what if it appeared as if he was fighting back, Voldemort knew that eventually Potter would fall, after all how could a 14 year old boy stand against the full might of Lord Voldemort.

And then IT happened, from within the elegant dance of the lights something changed, something happened that neither of the owners of the wands could comprehend for before their eyes at the point where their spells joined and fought furiously a brilliant golden light emerged and created a sort of shield around dueling wizards. Even more surprising was that after the shield had formed around the two out of Voldemort's wand their were flashes of a brilliant blue colored light and as these the seconds ticked past the flashes became more and more human.

Until Harry could recognize the floating body of Cedric Diggory, the boy who Harry had come here with, the boy that Harry had failed and allowed to die, afterwards came a man that Harry had only ever seen in a dream, it was the body of the man who owned the cottage. But it was the next two that truly surprised him, if it were not for the fact that He had seen them in the mirror of Erised then he would have never truly known who they were, it was his mum and dad, Lily and James Potter.

"Harry, when the connection is broken you must get to the portkey we can linger for a moment to give you some time, but only a moment, do you understand?" yelled the spectral apparation of James Potter to his only son.

Harry nods in understanding to the ghostly figure of his father, understanding that this was neither the time nor the place to have such a reunion but also that it would not be possible to have one after this.

"Harry, take my body will you, take my body back to my father" asked the ghost of Cedric as Harry nods knowing that he could do this one last thing for the boy that he had failed.

"Let go, sweetheart your ready, let go, let go." his mother said as Harry readied himself and broke the connection and ran, the ghostly figures seemed to rush at Voldemort and become little more than blue smoke, obscuring Voldemort's vision as Harry pointed at the Triwizard cup and cried out "Accio!".

In another universe Harry Potter would go on to grab the cup and disappear from the graveyard and go on to tell Dumbledore about the danger of a returned Voldemort, the Ministry would completely deny it and run a smear campaign against Harry and Dumbledore until the Minister himself actually saw Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries and announce the return of Voldemort. Harry would go on to learn the dark secret of Voldemort's immortality and witness the death of Dumbledore, He would then go on to hunt down and destroy all of Voldemort's Horcruxs until he himself made the ultimate sacrifice which would eventually lead to Voldemort's defeat at his hands.

But that was another universe, in this one when the ghastly images of those Voldemort had killed tried to rush him, before he could truly understand what was going on he managed to fire off a single wild killing cure. The green jet of magic leapt from its Masters wand, seeming almost eager to take the life of the one it was fired at, the sickly green bolt of energy managed to through some incredible sheer luck hit Harry's chest at the same time that his hand enclosed around the handle of the Triwizard cup activating the portkey and transporting the bodies of both Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter to the middle of the awaiting audience.

In a world so like this one but with one key difference, Harry Potter was alive, Harry would have been taken by Mad Eye Moody and asked questions, Dumbledore and Snape would have gotten suspicious and checked in on the man, only to find that it was in fact not truly Mad Eye Moody but in fact the Death Eater and supposed dead man Bartemius Crouch Junior who had taken the place of Alastor Moody. However that world was not this one and so in the rush and the panic of Cedric Diggory as well as the Boy-Who-Lived deaths, nobody truly noticed Alastor Moody exit the castle and then apparate to inform his Master of the good news.

In this world, with the death of Harry Potter, the Horcrux inside of his head was truly gone and with renewed conviction towards Tom Riddle, Albus Dumbledore moved his old and weary body as he eventually managed to find all of the remaining Horcruxs that Voldemort had hidden and defeated Voldemort when he attempted to take over Hogwarts with an army of dark wizards and creatures. He, however would eventually succumb to the wounds that he had suffered from Voldemort while striking the final blow against his old student.

The Tower of Joy, Dorne - 283 AC

The scream of a Woman rang out from above resounding off of the stone walls that the Tower was built from as Ned Stark, newly appointed Lord Paramount of the North after the death of his father and brother seemed to almost fly over the steps as he ran towards the screams of the only sister that he had ever known, praying that she would still be find after all that Rhaegar had put her through.

As Ned ran through the corridor of the great tower of Joy and found the door from which the screams came from, he charged at the door and it opened, Ned with sword in hand entered the room in order to ensure his sisters safety.

"Ned?" he heard his sister soft voice, softer than usual as he saw that Lyanna was lying in bed, a bed that was covered in blood, understanding what was happening here and that his sister was in no danger from an enemy that he could fight with a sword he lay it down along her bedside and came up to kneel before her.

"Lyanna" he replied

"Is that you?" she asked between labored breaths "is that really you? and not a dream."

"No, I'm not a dream" Ned replied looking fearfully towards his sister as she was covered in blood "I'm here, right here."

"I want to be brave" Lyanna cried to Ned.

"You are." he replied looking upon his sister gravely.

"I'm not, I don't want to die."

"You're not going to die." Ned said almost shaking in fear at the thought.

"Get her some water! is there a Maester?" he cried to the handmaiden standing next to the bed.

"Listen to me Ned." his sister tried to cry out to him but she did not have the power to do so loudly so she brought his ear down, closer to her so that she did not have to strain her voice and so that he could hear her, "Their names are Aegon Targaryen and Aerion Targaryen."

"If Robert finds out he'll ... " Lyanna could not bring herself to say the rest, but both knew what she implied "You know he will."

"You have to protect them."

"Promise me Ned, Promise me." she said, Happy knowing that there was someone out there who knew and would look after her boys.

Lord Eddard Stark turned his head as he heard the sound of children crying, he saw the handmaiden that was once by the bed bringing in two young healthy boys. Twins. One had black hair with eyes that were a grey shade of blue, "Aegon" he was told by the handmaiden and the other Aerion looked very much like his father though thankfully his hair was black and not the almost white blond that the Targaryens were known for, however it was his eyes that he showed just how much like his father he was for they were a deep shade of purple a trait that ran deep in the blood of old Valyria.

"Promise me Ned, Promise Me." She managed to whisper out as her body grew still and her eyes became less focused and the air in her lungs ran out. Lyanna Stark was dead and the weeping of her brother Ned as well as the wails of the children who were not old enough to truly understand what they had lost became the only sounds that rang out from within the place known as the Tower of Joy.