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And From The Ashes	By : lunablue Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: And From the Ashes

Author: Lunablue.
Email: Deadredsocks@yahoo.com
Pairings: Draco/Harry, mentions of non-consensual Harry/Voldemort
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and affiliated characters belong to J.K. Rowling and associated
companies. Certain quotes, themes and ideas used in this story belong to the author of it's prequel,
One Piece of Parchment by Amanuensis, which I highly suggest you go and read before continuing.
Rating: Overall NC17
Summary: Sequel to One Piece of Parchment by Amanuensis. What if the magick he cast with blood and fire worked, if time it's self felt pity ? What if Harry had his wish granted, except he had to go back and write the story himself ?
Authors Notes: Warning. Strong language that may be found offensive is used in this story.
Categories: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Violence, Horror
Sequel to: One Piece of Parchment by Amanuensis

To the Reviewers:
Kaat:: I agree completely, skipping school is bad, sadly, I am a very bad girl. But I'm trying to get better. Really. And of course the rest of this is story is going to be written after school, scouts honor! And I know what you mean, One Piece of Parchment absolutely just * begs * you to write a sequel.
LadyVader: Here's the more! Yeah, Piece of Parchment was beautiful and it broke my heart too. That's why I just had to write this sequel. I'm as big a fan of angst as the next person, but what Amanuensis did to poor Harry in that fic. . . somebody just had to go fix the situation.
Caliadragon: Incredible? Really? Thank you!!!! ::hug:: And as to whether or not it's a dream . . . this chapter should answer that question, so go read!
Somebody, I don't know who, cause I lost their review, asked me where they could find a copy of the prequel. Sorry I don't remember your name but thanks so much for the review, it means a lot. You should be able to find a copy of the story at www.restrictedsection.org

Chapter Two
The moon hung full and pregnant over the dark, night sky. It was past curfew hour and the only sound echoing through the halls were the steady rise and fall of footsteps making their way to the Infirmary.
Opening and closing the door silently, Headmaster Dumbledore of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry walked the few paces over to his colleague, Madam Pomfrey. They stood there together, half lost in the shadows, whispering.
"How does he fare Poppy?" The Headmaster's voice was grave, all the twinkle gone out of his eyes.
"He's finally quieted an hour or so ago, thank god. I don't think I could have stood another hour of his repetitive mumbling without going insane myself."
"Is that what he is? Insane?"
"Oh, Albus, I just don't know. Once he became quiet, the silence was almost worse. All he does is sit there, see? Hiddn thn the shadows like a leper, or a snake. Every time I try to get close and examine him he starts to howl, the same with Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley. I'm at my wits end. Thankfully no one else is residing in the Infirmary tonight."
"Thankfully, and the two children?"
"Back in their dorms, with firm orders not tell a soul of poor Harry's condition, on threat of detention for a month with Severus. I sent them there after noticing the farther away they stood from Mr. Potter, the calmer he got."
" I see. Thank you Madam Pomfrey, but I shall take it from here."
"Of course Headmaster."
With one last look around, she quietly exited through the main doors, lea Pro Professor Dumbledore and Harry together in the room, alone. He stood there for a few minutes staring at Harry curiously and was faintly surprised to discover Harry was staring back.
With his hands still at his sides, to show he posed no threat and meant no harm, he walked over to the corner Harry huddled in. About a yard before he reached his pupil, Harry tensed and took a deep breath in. So Dumbledore just stopped where he was and sat down, placing the two of them at eyelevel.
They stared at each, silently. Dumbledore was the first to brake the silence.
" Lemon Drop? "
" Go to hell. "
Albus Dumbledore blinked. Once, twice, thrice.
" I see. "
" No, you don't see." His voice was coarse from screaming.
" I'm not going to fall for this a second time, so why not just cut the crap."
The Headmaster sat there thinking, idly popping one of the ever handy lemon drops in his mouth.
" And what crap would this be that you wish me to cut? "
" What do you think, Death Eater? "
" I am many things Harry, but a Death Eater is not one of them. "
" Bullshit. You're a Death Eater and that's all you'll ever be. A sniveling minion of the Dark Lord."
" Harry . . ."
" NO! Just don't, listen, I know things about Albus that you'll never be able to mimic, things even Master Voldemort never knew. So just stop the acting and start the torture."
" Alright, than why don't you ask me a question that only the real Albus Dumbledore would know the answer to. Would that prove to you I'm no Death Eater?"
" I'm tired of games."
" Life is a game, only in death you stop playing."
" Then I guess I'll never stop playing will I ?"
Slowly shifting on his heels, Harry gazed at the man in front of him, trying to ignore the pain of loss in his heart. Squashing down the small minuscule of hope trying to rise up, the Death Eater who'd played Albus last time hadn't been nearly this good.
" Maybe, " whispered a treacherous voice in his head. " maybe it's real. Remember the magick we cast? Cast with blood and fire and pain and hope?'
" Shutupshutupshutup' he whispered back.
" Just check, if it's there, you'll know this is real. Just reach your hand out and check!'
In a movement so fast it scared Professor Dumbledore, Harry snatched Albus' left hand and jerked it towards his body, forcing the Headmaster to fall forwards, having lost his balance. Flipping his hand so the palm was face up, Harry brought it centimeters away from his face and stared.
Albus froze, barely breathing.
Nothing.
Just as Harry was about to throw the hand away with disgust and hatred, mad at himself for almost falling into Lord Voldemorts trap once more, he saw it.
A simple, golden Celtic knot, the tattoo gave off a soft glow. The symbol of the House of Dumbledore. It was family symbol, it's emblem, like the Malfoy Silver eyes or Weasley true red hair. No one could fake it even if they new about it was such a close kept secret the people who knew off it could be counted on one hand. A pause grew pregnant in the air,
And then Albus Dumbledore's arms were full of one Harry J. Potter.
Automatically, he wrapped his arms around the boy, whispering reassurances on how everything was going to be alright, how he was there now and nobody was going to hurt Harry again. That whatever happened it was over and he was home now. He found it odd though, that Harry didn't cry. He just sat there, clinging to Albus, shaking violently.
The two must have sat there for an hour, just holding each other, before Harry stopped shaking. His breathing slowly evened out and then depended, indicating to Albus that the Gryffindor had fallen asleep in his arms. Standing up slowly, he cradled the small boy to his body and looked around at the numerous empty, sterile beds. " No,' he decided firmly. " He doesn't deserve having to wake up here.' So decided Albus began the long trek to his private chambers, Harry Potter would be sleeping in a real bed tonight, he'd just have to take the couch.
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Well, that's it for this chapter. If you loved it. . . review please. If you hated it. . . review please. Either way I would love to hear from you.
WOW! I'm really on a roll with this story, the muses are with me! Speaking of muses, all writers have them, but how many of them know that muses were the children of the Greek God Zeus? The Nine Muses are the result of Zeus coupling with Mnemosyne, the Titaness of memory.
These were the nine Muses, or Goddesses of Inspiration, all of who joined Apollo's retinue;
Clio of history, Melpomene of tragedy, Urania of astronomy, Thalia of comedy, Terpsichore of dance, Calliope of epic poetry, Erato of lover verses, Eutrepe of lyric poems and Polyhymnia of sacred songs.
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