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And From The Ashes	By : lunablue Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
http://www.restrictedsection.org/load/story.shtml?/10/onepiece.html

To the Reviewers:
Olly: Well. . . only cause you begged ever so nicely. Here it is!
Ravenclawgrrl: Being a Ravenclaw, I'm sure you've noticed that I have continued the story.
Glad you find it fascinating. Hears to hoping it keeps you fascinated. ::cheers::
LadyVader: I'm glad you enjoyed the quick mythology lesson, I put similar one at the bottom, just because you seemed to like it. Write faster?! I posted * two * chrs yrs yesterday! How much faster am I supposed to get? ::laughs:: Think of it like this, the fifth year Harry Potter who fell unconscious when the Book of Nothingness exploded is the healthy, 15 year old body. But the Harry Potter who was tortured by Voldemort, his mind was placed into the healthy body. But no, we'll not be seeing anymore of regualr fifth year Harry Potter. He's gone. So. . . prepare for the angst!
~Cat~: Yes, I almost cried to. Except I didn't cry becathe the only time I cry is when it has something to do with drowning. Quirky, I know, but I only seem to be abo cro cry when people drown. . . who knows? Heres the more you asked for. p.s. did you want me to call you FamCala?
Talaquinn: You like my imagery? Thank you, people usually dont compliment my actual writing style so it's an extra big happyness when people do. Yeah, I was thinking about making him a bit crazy but I'm just not very good at writing that realistically and I wanted this story to be really well writen. So, we're not going to be seeing much of crazy Harry. Glad you liked the identifying marks idea. I actually got it from a story I read somewhere through Blaises POV about the color Malfoy Silver. I just took it form there.
KaatShadowLover: Well, whatever Sandman is it sure does sound interesting. Once again, no,
the old Harry Potter isn't in Hell with old Moldyworts. He's just kinda, gone. Harry's consciousness just kind of over rode his. Thats all.
Amanuensis: Wow. You reviewed it. ::shock:: I think I'm going to faint. Ahhh! Ok, here's the more! Just dont attack!
Sara Morris: Awsome start? I like the sound of that. Thank you. And dont worry, I will continue this fic, swear!
Andrea: Thanks for taking the time to review, even with a boyfriend wanting some of your time.
::grin:: Is he cute? Just Kidding! Dont kill me, please! Anywho, yeah, One Piece of Parchment was just way to sad to leave like that. As to when Harry will next see Draco. . . hehehe. That's a secret.

OH MY GOSH!!! 9 REVIEWS FOR ONE CHAPTER!!! I feel so loved, THANK YOU ALL!!!!!
Chapter Three
The first thing Harry noticed when greeting consciousness was the softness of the object he was laying on, so soft it hurt. After laying on hard, cold cement for the last year a soft comfortable bed wasn't that comfortable. Maybe it was a new torture invented by Voldemort? Leave him in it just long enough to grow weak, grow used to it, and then throw him back in the empty cell with it's single, small, 1 ft. by 10 in. window.
Then his mind woke up just a bit more and with it memories of the last day came rushing back.
Wide awake, he fought his way out of the luscious, plentiful cream and blue comforters. A shock ran through his system when his feet hit the soft carpeted floor. How long had itn sin since he'd experienced such a simple comfort? A year? Two?
But those thoughts were running off by themselves in the back of Harry's mind, the main gist of his attention focused on finding the Headmaster. wouldn't be real until he'd seen Albus in brood daylight.
Striding to the door, his walk was odd, his stride similar to Professor Snapes, but the steps themselves to small, like a child's. The walk honed by pacing his tiny cell hundreds of thousands of times.
And then he was there, standing in the door frame staring at Albus who lay fast asleep on an opulent, white colored roman couch. He was still wearing the same robes from the night before and the only sleeping instrument he used was a single blue pillow.
'God, I'm here, I'm really here. It worked and they're alive.'
A deep sense of joy, purer than anything Harry had felt sense Draco's death, came bubbling out of his soul. The room started to spin for a moment and Harry had to put his head between his legs and to keep from falling over. When the room was done going turning circles Harry looked up at the sleeping form of Albus and bit his lip to keep the laughter from escaping.
'Wait, if Albus is alive. . . and this is because of the wish I made. . . Draco. ' '
Running quietly so as not to awaken Albus, he ran through the living room door's, across the Headmaster's office, down the flight of steps and around the gargoyle. His bare feet slapping the cold stone floor and his black Gryffindor robes billowing around him. A golden yellow ray of sunlight shone threw one of the corridor windows, dawn. Students and teachers alike were waking up right now and would soon be traveling the halls, headed towards the Great Hall for breakfast.
A sense of suspense and uncomfortableness washed over Harry. For some reason he couldn't place, the thought of seeing everyone alive again didn't sit well with him. As he continued to think, Harry's feet started moving on their own accord, his unconscious self knowing exactly where they needed to go first. The Hogwarts owlery tower.
' Draco. '
Rolling his lovers name over his tongue like a piece of dark chocolate, like cherries and sex and the forbidden. Like whispering the killing curse in the height of passion. Draco's name was all those things and so much more.
' But. . . oh god. . .what year is this? What if this is only fourth year? Or . . .or second! Draco and I may not even be dating yet!' A brief moment of panick and distress occured, until Harry's natural problem solving abilities came back.
' Alright well this shouldn't be to hard to sovle Harry, we just have to use our brain. Fact 1 ) See that suit of armor over there? Our head is almost up to it's shoulders, the height we reached in fifth year before we stopped getting any taller. Fact 2 ) Remeber in the Infirmary when you saw Hermione and Ron? Ron's eyebrow had that wicked scar, the one he got in the summer of fourth year. But the muggle stitches hadn't been removed yet, 'cause they weren't removed until I think fifth year, September I think it was. So that all equals up to this being . . .fifith year.'
Turning a corner he gave an absent minded 'Hello Nickolas' as the Almost Headless Ghost drifted by.
'So, somehow the magick I cast came true and I'm back in the past, in my fifth year of Hogwarts. This means. . . oh god, this means I have a second chance. A chance to rewrite the story, make it go happily ever after.'
Coughing, the air was so much purer than the air in his dungeon had been, he started walking up the tower steps. It was queer having so much space to move around in. And that was when the realization it him.
' I'm free.'
No longer was he a prisoner of Lord Voldemorts dungeons, no longer was he going to be half starved, no longer was he going to be raped and tortured. He was back at Hogwarts.
' Never again, I'll die before I let Voldemort die again.'
As he opened the owlery doors, the quiet, curious hoo's of hundreds of owls growing louder as he walked into the room, Harry barely noticed the tears trickling down his face. Fifth row from the left wall, right hand side, twenty owl stands down. And then he was there, face to face with his first true friend, Hedwig.
'She's alive. Oh god, she's alive, they're all alive.'
As he raised a shaky hand to lightly brush it against her check Hedwig gave an inquisitive hoot. He was on the ground then, shaking and laughing and crying all at once.
Hoot. What's wrong?
"Don't. . . dont worry, Hedwig. I'm fine, your alive and I'm just fine."
Hoot. She seemed to be asking why he was crying then.
Raising a hand to his face he wiped off some of the tears with his fingers, wetting them. The tears were proof he was alive and this was real.
Hoot. Worry.
"It's just 'cause I'm happy. That's all Hedwig, I'm just unbelievably happy." And he was.
Hoot. Understanding.
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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.
Hot damn, another chapter done. This is a miracle, even for me. And it's a semi long chapter as well. I'm so proud of myself. But if you all will excuse me now, I need to go start writing chapter 11 of BOotCoS. See you all soon!
Isn't it odd that Owls play such an important roll in Wizard life yet they stand for Death, the forcess of darkness, passivity and wisdom? Just some food for though.
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