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Title: HPNSA- Book Two

Fandom: Harry Potter

Characters: Everyone in the Potter Universe and some original characters

Rating: ADULTS ONLY

Warning: AU, Graphic Sexual Content, Multiple Character Death, Violence, Chan,
Non-Con, Torture, Mpreg

Status: WIP

Pairing: Ron/Harry

Summary: In a world of magic they found each other. Together they found love.
But with that love came a curse that none were able to escape. Now they must
defy the gods and race against time to keep the one thing they wanted all their
lives. Will love conquer all?

DISCLAIMER: The Story is Fanfiction, which means, I do not own it, nor am I
making money out of it, so don't sue me!

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CHAPTER ONE

MALEVOLENCE

An eerie silence scattered through the cold air that January morning. Indeed,
the howling of the wind that blew a fringed frost that clasped to your skin and
licked your bones until you shivered seemed to be muffled by a foreboding that
had shut the lips of even Hogwarts� many ghosts. Words were failing � even
those chanted through spells. This day, this January morning, they were burying
Harry Potter.

He was prophesized to end the terror that was Voldemort and though there has
been no news of the Dark Lord�s return for many days still the power that was
ever so present even during the time that he was initially overthrown lingered
in the air, like a threatening shadow prowling in the darkness. Many denied its
existence; they have stubbornly persecuted Harry when he told them that
Voldemort was back a little over a year ago. They crucified him with their
tongues, their ignorance, and their denial only to be proven false when the
Dark Lord advanced his forces upon the very belly of their stronghold - the Ministry
of Magic. Then they sung him songs at the Dark Lord�s defeat, writing Harry�s
name in the Daily Prophet as �a lone voice in the woods� � he was good again, a
sign of hope.

Then as the streets of Hogsmeade filled with Knights � members of a Society
that has been synonymous to disaster - and all over England the sounds of
swords and echoes of death filled their ears for many months, their tongues
wagged anew. Thinking that the boy wizard was again part of a conspiracy that
might bring about another catastrophic blow to their world, they pinned him
again, but this time he was not alone; Dumbledore had to share the limelight.
They blamed them both for the sudden influx of demons on England�s shores, for
the need to hire the services of a loathed group, and for the many unexplained
deaths � both muggle and magical alike � that the Ministry dubbed as
�Casualties�. Like before they were proven false when news reached their ears
that Dumbledore has destroyed the Forbidden Tower and with it came the end of the
Dark Lord and many of his followers. They mourned for his death and took to the
streets again singing songs about the old wizard and his triumph over the
menace that has gripped their lives like a strong evil hand for many years.

Amidst their celebration a name was forgotten � Harry�s. No one knows about him
being a Nymphrodite; about how he was kidnapped from Hogwarts; about how he was
tortured and raped and that, it was he that Dumbledore tried to rescue from
that accursed place. He has been forgotten and they know not of his death for
the students who were sent home swore not to speak of the attack and most of
those who saw him remained and watched now as they lowered him down to the
ground.

And here at Hogwarts, where those who have been victims of the Dark Lord feel
his power stronger now than it has ever been there will be no songs, no
celebrations, no mirth, no cause for joy. Because here they feel despair and
terrible fear for without Dumbledore and Harry, nothing would stop the evil
from coming back; nothing will stop him from destroying their world. Indeed all
their hopes and dreams of peace go with him as they cover him now with soil. Thus,
they weep not only for his tragedy but also for themselves and the pending
holocaust that was to be their fate.

But Harry was not properly dead in fact he was nearby walking around for many
days, waiting to be returned to his body. He has followed them outside and
watched as they slowly gathered round the hole that was slowly filling with
earth. He saw how they wept for him; so many dear faces lined with tears their
hearts filled with grief, while there were others filled with fear, no doubt
their hearts were filled with dread. However, in the many faces that surrounded
him the dearest one could not be found. Ron was not there.

As the ceremony for his burial ended, and the mound before him sealed his glass
coffin underground, full memory of his final hours returned. Harry remembered
his death.

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He remembered how every breath he took in was lined with pain as the serum that
was meant to prolong his life awakened every single cell in his body. His mind
was also fighting the incredible urge to rest permanently because not too long
ago he made a promise � he promised Ron he�d stay alive, no matter what happens.
He didn�t really think it�d be challenged a few months after he spoke the words
because back then the idea of anything like this happening only existed in his
darkest dreams. Then again his life has been one dark dream after another and
he scolded himself for ever believing that there was a way out of the curse,
regretting that he tried to conquer an obviously losing battle because now,
because of false hopes, Ron was deeply involved and Harry knew he could have
been spared the agony. He could almost see him suffering because of this and
this was what pushed him to stay alive - If only to tell Ron that it was okay
to let go.

Wondering if Ron would ever accept it, Harry heard his voice, crying out an
unforgivable curse � or was it a trick that Voldemort played in his mind? His
dreams these last few days were disturbed by thoughts of Ron consumed by the
killing curse, dying as a livid green light filled his body. Harry knew Ron
would do everything for him even if meant dying just to save him; no doubt if
he knew where he was he�d charge in even if he had to do it alone.

But then he heard him again, and this time he was closer, he said his name
weakly, hoarsely; Ron was crying � something he has done often since they�ve
been together. He wanted to say something, to let Ron know that he was still
alive, but his lips could not speak; they were too busy gasping for air. He
felt strong hands take him from what could have been his deathbed and carry him
out as though he was made of paper. Harry could feel the droplets of water upon
his skin. How he longed to see that face again; He ventured to open his eyes
but somehow found he could not for they were already open � just blinded by the
pain.

Harry knew they were outside now - the air had become stronger and colder and
his ears were filled with sounds of destruction and battle. The ground shudders
and many cried out in fear and terror but within the cacophony, Harry heard
Dumbledore as he has never heard him before; �take the bearer home� he said, no
doubt, he meant him. How he loathes that title � bearer � it was so inhuman.
The only thing he hated more than being a Nymphrodite was his scar � if he only
had one of these curses, he knew he would live longer. But which of these two
evils would he have chosen if there was a choice for him to make? Would he have
chosen the scar, or the Iranna? Both had evil creased within its twisted road,
both had a glimmer of hope that fades like side-vision when you looked too
closely, and both had Ron � though with only the scar it�d be a bit different �
his misery, though considerable, would be lesser than what it is now and would
be should he die. Harry wished for it � that somehow, somewhere, perhaps in
another world where he and Ron existed, and he had to have only one curse, let
it be the scar.

A loud cry was again heard towering over the terrible noise conjuring a spell
that Harry knew very few could muster. A sound like the crashing of many
mountains filled his ears and all around him he heard voices crying out for
Dumbledore and Harry knew his beloved Headmaster had died in his attempt to
destroy those who had caused him much suffering. But this was not the end of
the line for the Dark Lord or for any of his followers. Harry knew Voldemort�s
power too well to know that there would be escape and even his scar told him
that Voldemort is still very much alive. The burden of survival bent heavily
upon him again � he knew he must live to fulfill the prophesy � with Dumbledore
gone, he, Harry, was the only one standing between Voldemort and world
domination.

A few hours later, his nostrils were filled with the scent of the Forbidden
Forest and the Quidditch pitch nearby though he could not hear the flapping of
banners. He wanted to smile but again he found his facial muscles would not
agree with him. Then he heard Hermione�s voice and felt a tear running down his
face. He wanted to see her again � beloved sister, treasured friend who had
been ever at his side. She would have to endure the pressure of his loss and
knew that Ron must return to her, if only to save his sanity.

Another tear made its way down to his earlobes as he heard a hubbub of voices
murmuring. Ron was panting now, no doubt exhaustion is taking over. Harry felt
another person holding his lower body up and then after what felt like an
eternity, they stopped running and he was again laid on a bed but this was
softer and had it not been for that excruciating pain coming from the right
side of his belly it would have been comfortable. Many voices filled Harry�s
ear but he strained it further to hear Ron, he missed his voice or was it
because his hearing was slowly failing � the pain was now causing blood to
pound loudly on his ears and he could not hear anything save for the gasping
and the grunting that he made. He could feel many hands fussing over him,
cleaning his wounds that had now become numb � nothing could match the
throbbing from his abdomen. Then he heard a most wondrous song � the song of
the Phoenix � Fawkes was nearby. He could feel parts of his aching body heal �
Harry knew Fawkes wept for him.

But there were places that Fawkes could not reach; the one thing that seemed to
cut off the air from entering into his lungs was the one thing that none could
reach and heal. He could feel it dangling within and it was about to fall off
and with it, Harry feared would also come his last breath. His mind fought hard
as his entire body pushed it out to end the struggle.

After many hours Harry began to see faces nearby, familiar and adored but they
are all dead � Sirius, Lily, and James stood beside him watching, as he lay
frigid, gasping and struggling to stay alive. Lily bent over him, tears
steadily streaming down her face, she held his hand and told him to let go.
Half of him wanted to do so, to finally rest his aching body from this hell.
But he could not bring himself to accept death, not when Ron was still alive,
not when he was their only hope. He shook his head and told her �No�. She
begged him. Somehow, Harry knew he said �sorry� to his mother, and she wrapped
herself around him and though he could not feel her, embrace still he was
deeply grateful. James went beside him and so did Sirius, and they all bent
themselves and wrapped him with their arms and closed their eyes. They were
chanting a spell and he could feel the power of it engulfing his body � his
soul.

Then it happened; something snapped inside and the pain made him howl � the
heat of the Iranna scorched his tattered flesh as it made its way out of his
body. Harry could feel a ball of fire was burning his lower abdomen ever so
slowly and when it was out, the dead faces disappeared and his body limped and
somehow by some gift of grace, his sight returned to him. Indeed all his senses
were now as clear as the glow of the Iranna upon Severus� palm. Harry looked at
him and saw a tear running down his face � his loathing for this person has
indeed disappeared and Harry wanted to apologize to him for hating and thinking
ill of him all those years, but he knew words were not needed; Severus could
read his mind without the use of magic. He heard him tell Remus that they
should call Ron in for it was over � His life was nearly spent. As Remus left,
crying like a child, Severus brushed Harry�s hair and said, �Rest�Harry...it
will be over soon.�

But how could he, he wanted to say to him. There will be no rest for him even
after death, for this would break many he loved. Soon, after his death, they
would all be hunted like animals, slaughtered by the power he was prophesized
to destroy. He cannot die, Harry thought. He must not die�not yet. His
breathing staggered now, he could feel his lungs were slowly collapsing. Soon
they would stop pumping air.

Harry heard Ron come in; he knew he would never accept his passing and feared
for him. He was now beside his bed, and when they told him what was about to
happen, as expected, he went wild. Harry could see him as he furiously pounded
the small table, and Arthur restrained him from doing further damage to
himself. Ron struggled wildly and bent over, wrapping him in loving arms
raining tears upon his face he said, �Remember you promised me you�d fight!
You�d stay alive!�

He wanted to say �yes, I�m fighting still,� but no words would come out;
he couldn�t even tell him that he could see his face and that alone was filling
his heart with joy and pain.

�Harry! Don�t do this to me!�

He wanted to cry out to anyone that would listen � to whoever had the power to
stop his death � which he wanted to stay behind. He needed to tell Ron that he
loved him, more than anything and that even in death he would love him still. Then
he felt the numbness return, subtle at first, like he was slowly disappearing.
And as everything faded into darkness the last thing he heard was Ron crying
out his name in utter misery.

***

Harry blinked for no tear would come out from his eyes though his heart felt
like it had been ripped and hacked through his chest. Incredible anger had
replaced his sorrow for though he was allowed to return to Ron and they had
shared a few moments in reverie, it was cut short by those who were too fearful
to learn the knowledge that could have prevented his death. In less than a few
hours after his return and Ron had told him about the Parley he made with the
keeper of the dead, Wizards from the Ministry of Magic have come and because of
their ignorance and their paranoia for the ancient arts, they took Ron, accused
him of lunacy and forced him into an asylum in Saint Mungos where he has
remained for the past three days.

Dumbledore was also nowhere to be found though he had told him he will return
to Hogwarts � indeed with the living � for he too had parleyed with Ji and
since Harry decided to stay, he had won the parley that according to Ji was his
second. Harry wondered what was the first.

Hermione was beside him now and she held in her arms a small bundle with red
hair and green eyes. He was looking at him quietly and Harry smiled at the
child he so longed to hold in his arms. Then they all began to walk back to the
castle and Molly went to Hermione and took the baby with her. Hermione stayed
behind. Harry stayed with her expecting she would speak to his grave. When the
graveyard was empty, Hermione knelt beside the mound and raked her hands on the
loose soil.

�Harry,� She said. Knowing he would not be heard, Harry decided to sit in front
of her in silence. �I know you�re here.�

That�s right Hermione, Harry thought. I am still very much here.

�I know Ron has told you about the Gatekeepers, and the Parley he made with
them,� Hermione said. Her eyes were swollen but tearless. �I think you should
know, he told me about the parley, about the whole deal he has made with
them�and I believe him. You know I�ve read the books.� She smiled a little, a
dry empty smile. �I will try and help him with it, Harry. He needs you back�we
need you back. I would do everything in my power to help him.�

Then Hermione�s face changed. It was now filled with contempt and she shook her
head many times before the words made their way out. �Harry, what is happening?
Why? Why must we all suffer?� The tone of her voice had so much anger, so much
loathing, in fact Harry could not remember seeing and hearing Hermione like
this before. Slowly her eyes filled and overflowed and she wiped the tears away
angrily. Her face became muddy, wiping it with her soiled hands. �I know you
didn�t want this, I know that you tried to avoid this, but�but�DAMN IT! DAMN
EVERYTHING! Why must you die? Ha? Why Harry? Why? I don�t understand! I don�t
understand anymore!�

Harry though understood her anger. How could anyone understand this
situation? It seemed that all hope had forsaken them and sided with evil.
Everything that they did to avoid this horrible plague had been wasted. Their
young lives twisted so finely that they could hardly recognize it. Hermione
seemed to have aged as she screwed her face in misery. Harry wanted to hold her
and tell her that things might work out but knew that whatever hope they had
hung from a very thin thread. Unless Ron does what he bargained death he�d do,
all is lost.

�Now Ron is gone! Who knows what will happen to him at that Asylum�� Hermione
cried again. �I think you should know that I know what he must do, and what
will happen if he fails to do it�� Harry hoped that she would say it. Hermione
took a deep breath and said, �He agreed to kill eleven, Harry! Eleven souls
will die by his hands! Ten that had defiled you, and one that is beyond his
skill to face.�

�What?� Harry whispered. �Say it Hermione�say it��

�Aveddon, Harry, he must kill Aveddon!� Hermione cried.

No! Harry thought. Aveddon was an enemy too powerful even for the Bureau
to defeat. Why was it asked of him?

�If he fails to do so before your next birthday�you will die, permanently while
he will not!� Hermione cried. The words fell upon Harry like solid granite.
Suddenly Harry wanted to go back and tell Ji to take it back, take it all back
� the deal, the parley, everything, he will handle his own death and perhaps
worm his way out. �He will wither and rot but there will be no rest for his
soul. No rest for his body,� Hermione said her voice cracking through her sobs.
�Who will save him, Harry? WHO SHALL SAVE RON?�

Harry wanted to say, you will, knowing her great love for Ron. There was
no doubt she would make this sacrifice for him. But Hermione shook her head and
said, �I won�t do it, Harry.� Harry�s unbelieving ears seemed to pop as she
repeated the words. �I am not going to do it, not this time.�

Just when Ron needed her she will leave him. Something was incredibly wrong
with this picture.

Then she stood and threw a rose on the mound. �Rest Harry. Rest while you can.�
She slowly turns around and walks back to the castle leaving Harry sitting on
his grave, bewildered, and utterly helpless.

***

Night was falling; the skies now filled with a sullen gray light that faded
into a deepening blue and here and there small twinkling lights began to fill
the expanse above. The wind was howling loudly now but Harry couldn't feel its
bite. He still sat there quietly upon his own grave thinking about how to save
Ron from the deal he made.

�Harry,�

Harry turned around to see a woman dressed in a long white gown with blue
glittering specks floating towards him. It was Ji, Harry didn�t stand to meet
her; in fact seeing her filled him with so much anger that he wanted to walk
away.

�Did you come here to gloat?� Harry said.

�The Keepers do not gloat.� Ji said.

�Why? Why did you ask Ron to do an impossible task?� Harry cried.

�Because he was asking for an impossible favor, Bearer.�

�MY NAME IS HARRY! Why must you call me by that despicable name!� Harry cried.

�Do not overwhelm yourself with so much sorrow. As long as your Defender lives,
there is hope of your return.� Ji said.

�Yes, well having him do something that is clearly beyond his skill has ensured
me my death anyway, so I might as well start early.� Harry said.

�You underestimate his abilities?� Ji said. �For someone who claims great love,
you sound like you don�t believe in him...Not the same way he believes in you.�

Harry felt like someone slapped him. For a time he could not speak.

�You have to come with me,� Ji said.

�Where to?� Harry said.

�To the world of the Keepers. Aum calls for your presence.� Ji said. She slowly
turns around and floated away.

Harry decided to do as he was told. He needed to learn more about this ancient
world to which they and so many in the wizarding world have been sheltered
from. Harry was going to visit the world of the Keepers and perhaps convince
them to release Ron from his oath.
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