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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:
Talaquinn: Yeah, i like Happy Harry to. Theres probably going to be some angst ahead but after that I want lots of Happy Harry. And I'm glad you enjoyed the way he figured out the year, it as hard for me to figure out how to do that.
Caliadragon: I'm glad you're enjoying this fic, I'm enjoying writing and reading the reviews. You guys are such and inspiration to me. And don't worry, Hermione and Ron are going to find out what happened to him, or at least the gist of it. We'll just have to wait and see.
Cat: Boy do I understand that mental illness comment. I really think somebody should create a Harry Potter Slash fanfiction support group. And I'm glad you enjoyed Happy!Harry, he's one of my personal favorites.
Kaat Shadowlover: 'Not let Voldemort die?' Ummm, I dont understand, I dont remember writing that. Email me and explain where you got that from and I'll try to clarify this for you. Sorry you found something confusing. Nope, no alternate universes. This really is the past.
Andrea: Wow! You're in love with my story? Thats soo cool. ::grin:: That comment just made my day. Dont worry, the Harry/Draco luvin will occur. There just needs to be some pain and angst first.
ShadowWolf: Cherries and cream on Harry? oooooooooooh, ok. I'll continue, but only because thats such a tempting idea. . . yum.
LadyVader: Oh, I'm sorry. I hope they're good tears. I dont like it when people cry. Yea! ::celebrates:: I did something brilliant. Cool.
StarDancer: Thanks for the review and I'm honored you think this is good enough to recomend to another person. Raw talent? I like the sounds of that, thanks for the compliment. Yeah, when I read the part about Harry eating Hedwig in the Prequal by Amanuensis I almost cried too.
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Chapter Four
"Lemon Drop?"
Harry shook his head no.
"No? Very well then, I suppose we had best get down to buisness."
It was thirty minutes after Harry had left the astronomy tower and he was now sitting in Albus' office, after having been found laying on the owlery floor by one very concerned Professor McGonagall.
"Harry, I know this is tough but I need you to tell me exactly what happened."
Pulling his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, Harry rested his chin on his knees and gathered his thoughts.
"It's a very long story Albus so I had best start from the begining, a good a place as any I guess, but first can you tell me what todays date is?"
"August 29, 1995 and yes, I too have found the best place to start when telling a tale is the begining."
"Then I was right, this is my fifth year." The statement seemed to be more of a spoken aloud thought than anything else.
Albus Dumbledore was starting to worry, the boy he was speaking to was different than the one who had sat down at the Gryffindor table yesterday. And since when was he on a first name basis with Harry?
Wiggling deeper into the fluffy couch Harry tried to find a more comfortable position, the seat was to soft for his liking. 'I've spent to long in that damn cement cell.' he mused. 'Well, here goes nothing.'
"I don't know exactly what happened you see but I think it's the results of a spell I cast. But thats not the begining, it's the ending. I'm from the year 2000."
At this Albus blinked, startled. That certianlly wasn't one of the things he had been excpecting to hear.
"The future. . . it's really bad. There's no easy way to say this so I'm just going to be pail bll blunt. Voldemort's won. Well, not completely, not yet anyways but for the most part he's won. Except for a few renegade gurilla groups England is his. The Order of the Pheonix was layed to ruin and he's focusing his attentions on the East now.
It all started right after graduation. I was living with Dr. . my boyfriend. Voldemort murdered him. He murdered everyone. Sirius, Hermione, Ron, Severus, Hari, Minerva. . you. Anyone who I had come in contact with, anyone I even had a smidge of feelings for. He slaughtered them. Dead."
By now tears were quietly sliding down his checks and without a word Albus passed him a cotton tissue.
"I couldn't do anything. Not a good damn thing except sit in his dungeon and listen to him graphically describe in excplicit details how everyone died.
And when he wasn't talking. . . I never knew there were so many ways to 'cause pain, so many ways to brake a person. He cast a spell so I wouldn't be able to die, so whatever torture he did to me I would always be alive for him the next day.
I dont know how long I was in Voldemorts loving care, maybe a year, maybe three?
But, to make a long story short, I was able to get ahold of a piece of parchment. I wrote my wish on it in blood, spat on it to smear the writings so no one would be able to read it and was able to trick him into burning the piece of parchment. My wish was that somewhere out there someone would rewrite history, even if only in fantasy, so that everything turned out ok.
When I went to sleep that night, I woke up here in the infirmary. I thought it was another of Voldemort's tortures because he had done stuff like that before."
Through out everything Albus just sat there wearing his best blank face, the one with the twinkling eyes, and watched Harry's expressions change while he told the story. When Harry was done talking . Five minutes of silence passed while Harry finally got his tear ducts under control and Albus just sat there, absorbing what he had just been told. Then he let out a sigh and sunk back into his chair, almost as if he was deflating.
"I believe you Mr.Potter, I truly do. I can't begin to imagine what you must have suffered at that monsters hands, what it feels like to watch those you love die and know you can never join them, it must be a horrible fate but not to worry. If memory serves you correctly and this doesn't start until after graduation. . .how long after graduation did he take you?"
"A little over a year."
"Well then, we have a little over three years to make sure your wish comes true."
At this Harry grinned, it was timid, like a dogs who had been kicked to many times but it was a smile none the less and one that Albus hoped to be seeing grow much bigger in the following weeks.
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It was a little bit before dinner time, around the same hour Harry Potter had collapsed yesterday, and everybody was once again found refuge from the heat inside the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione were surounded by all the Gryffindors and even a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, all wanting to know what had happened to The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Ron and Hermione were playing at being clams, refusing to say one word on the subject, fear of Madam Pomfreys retribution looming over them.
"But will he be able to play Quiditch?"
"That's all we want to know, the Gryffindor/Ravenclaw. . . "
"game is in less than a month and . . . "
"Damnit Fred! George! I told you I'm not saying a bloody word so just go away!" Ron yelled at his brothers.
"Besides," added Hermione, "there are things more important than Quiditch, such as Harry's health. Honestly, how can you sit there woried about some stupid game when your friend is laying ill in the hospital?"
Before they could defend themselves gasps rang out through the Great Hall as the double doors swung open and there stood the subject of the conversation himself, Harry Potter.
"Harry!" screamed Ginny Weasley, the relief extremely evident in her voice. The heavy silence absorbed her cry, destroyed it as everyone watched The-Boy-Who-Lived walk towards the Gryffindor table. There was something different, something strange about the way he moved, the way he carried himself.
'He seems older somehow.' A voice in the back of Hermiones mind whispered.
Several people held their breath as he walked towards his two best friends, the air was practically exploding with emotions. Something was going to happen.
As he walked towards them Ron grabbed Hermione by the arm and gently pulled her up on her feet. Then the three were standing there, facing each other, no more than a foot away.
"Harry. . . ?" Ron asked, not quite sure of the question.
But then Harry was crying, harsh sobs that racked his body, forcing him onto his knees. With a startled cry Herione dropped down beside him and wrapped her arms around him. Unsure of what to do and slightly uncomfortable, Ron's worry won out and he sat down to rub Harry shoulder in a comforting guesture.
Harry was whispering through his tears, so softly that no one but Ron and Hermione could hear him.
"Never again you guys, I'll never let it happen again. I swear by the gods I'll never let it happen to you guys again."
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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. I know I know I know, the chapters are to short. Will you guys ever forgive me?
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