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Losing Faith, Reclaming Hope
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
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Adult +
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5
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10,346
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24
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Life After Dying
Fic Title: Loss of Faith, Reclaiming Hope
Disclaim...Er: Harry Potter and its characters belong to JK Rowling and not me. I own nothing, except Sera and the plot...
Genre: Slash, Romance, bit of angst
Pairings: V(TM)/HP, DM/OC
Warnings: AU, OOC, OC. There will be slash eventually if you don’t like don’t read, you have been warned; also HBP did not happen in this story.
Summary: Betrayed for the last time Harry loses faith in the ones he once loved, discovering truths and coming to terms with the lies in his life. Will the Light lose Harry to death and darkness, is there any hope left, and what’s this about a new prophecy?
Chapter 2: Life After Dying.
Slytherin Manor
Severus hastily cast a diagnostic spell on the unconscious Dark Lord. Going through his potion’s bag he pulled out an energy draught and a headache potion. He then shook the prone body of his lord gently, ruby eyes blinked at him confusedly before snapping to attention. Handing him the two potions, Tom drank them both down rapidly, grimacing at the taste. Severus backed away to kneel in front of the throne unsure of what to do next wanting to question what had happened, but knew it wasn’t his place to ask. Tom looked at his loyal follower, knowing he could have been killed by him while he was unconscious. So he decided to answer the questioning look he saw in Snape’s eyes.
“I suppose your wandering what just happened,” he drawled pinching the bridge of his nose. Snape nodded his head not saying anything. “I’m not sure myself, except that the connection between Potter and myself is gone. That can only mean one thing, Potter is dead.” Voldemort’s eyes were blazing; he wanted to know what had happened. Snape was in absolute shock for a moment before sneering.
“The brat must have done something quite foolish, his annoying ‘Gryffindorish tendencies’. Rushing off the be the little attention seeking hero,” he spat acidly.
“Regardless Severus, you must go and find out from either the old bastard, or the Order what has happened, this changes everything.” Voldemort hissed.
“Of course my Lord,” Snape replied bowing silently before apparating away with a pop.
Lord Voldemort sat on his throne musing, if the boy was indeed dead then all his plans would be put in motion much faster than he had anticipated. With nothing to stand in his way the Light was going to lose his laughter echoing in the room wickedly.
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No. 4 Privet Dr.
In a blinding flash of light Sera appeared in the room of Harry Potter. Horrified she looked down at the dying young man, but deep down she knew to that it had to happen. Clearing a space on the floor she pulled a single white feather from her wing, dipping it into the pool of blood on the floor she began to draw the ritualistic healing circle of their kind. Upon finishing she levitated Harry’s body to the center of the circle and began to chant, setting up a series of wards to protect them as well as a time suspension spell. The characters and circle began to glow softly with white light, for this spell to work Harry had to die, if only for a moment. When he gasped his last breath the runes lifted off the floor and flared to life around the young man and began to surround his body.
The blood on the floor coalesced into vapor and began seeping back into Harry’s body. Sera watched fascinated as his body rapidly healed itself; lacerations, cuts, and scratches closed themselves up without even a trace of scarring. Bruises shrunk and vanished, she winced though, as she heard bones popping back into place before knitting back together. Harry’s poor malnourished body began to fill out and muscles formed on his skinny frame, not only that he grew taller stopping just over six feet (185cm) and his skin had a golden tan. Finally after all these years Harry looked like a healthy young man.
Upon the spell’s completion the light concentrated into a ball above his body before shooting into his chest. Harry’s body arched off the floor as the spark of life returned him to the living. Grabbing his chest and gulping for air he settled weakly back onto the floor. He looked around his room in confusion finally eyeing the young woman standing by the door. He looked at her with warily, not quite sure what to make of her. She can’t be an immediate danger to me, seeing as how I’m completely defenseless at the moment he thought.
“Who are you?” He asked cautiously, shifting into a sitting position, his gaze never leaving the stranger in his room. “What’s going on? I thought I was dead...” his voice trailed off. Harry wasn’t sure why he was taking things so calmly, but all he could feel was a sense of peace radiating off the girl standing before him. Sera looked at him with humor in her eyes. Snapping her fingers she setup a series of spells to prevent eavesdropping. Walking over to him she held out her hand to help him up.
“Hmm, explanations on who I am is a going to be a very long story, so we might as well get you comfortable before I begin.” She had a small mysterious smile on her face. Leading Harry over to the bed, while letting him get situated she conjured two cups of tea. Handing a cup over to Harry she took a sip while sorting out what to tell him first.
“I’m gonna start, please try no to interrupt till I’m done, I’ll answer any and all your questions when I’m finished.” She told him calmly, she knew it would take longer if she let him examine everything while telling the story. He nodded to her and she continued.
“Right first thing, my name is Seraphim Celestine Dominae, but you can call me Sera. To put things bluntly, you did indeed just die,” she watched his face went through disbelief, shock and then anger. “What I’ve done for you was an ancient healing spell passed down through our line. Yes, I said our line, because you see Harry Potter, you are my twin brother, and everything you knew about your life up until now has been a complete lie.” Sera stated sadly.
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Hogwarts
Severus disapparated outside the wards of Hogwart’s, so many questions running through his head what could have possibly happened that Potter would have wound up dead. He knew there had been no plans to attack him, and after finding the Dark Lord in the state he’d been in banished any doubts he might have had. Walking swiftly across the grounds Snape made his way up to the castle to the Headmaster’s office. Well if it is true that Potter is dead, then it makes the fact that I was never truly on the Light side that much easier, he smirked inwardly, better not get my hopes up though. Going through his mind of all the possible scenarios the Potter could have been up to, fortunately arriving at the gargoyle breaking him out of thoughts.
“Acid Pops,” he growled to the stone statue. Climbing up the stairs to the door he knocked impatiently on the door.
“Come in,” he heard Albus say muffled through the door. “Ah Severus, what can I do for you this evening?” Albus was surprised to see his Potions Master back in the castle so soon. He hid his surprise and smiled placidly at Snape “Lemon drop,” he offered.
“No thanks, Albus,” Snape grimaced in distaste at the muggle sweet offered to him. “As you know I just got back from a DE meeting,” seeing the Headmaster nod his head, he continued. “There were rumors that there might have been an unapproved attack on Potter, but seeing as how your still here, I can only assume that they’re untrue,” he sneered. He didn’t know what the Headmaster was playing at, but he had seen the brief look of surprise on the old man’s face.
“Now, now my dear boy, everything is in order the wards are still in place.” Albus checked and rechecked the wards on the Dursley house the moment Snape had entered into the room. He was satisfied that everything was undisturbed. “Unless there is anything else Severus, I have an appointment at the Ministry of Magic.” He made his eyes twinkle.
“No, nothing else sir,” he muttered getting up and leaving. As he left he glanced back and was startled to see the malicious smile on the Headmaster’s face. What the hell is going on he thought he knew something was wrong. It was obvious that the Headmaster knew nothing of the fact that Potter was likely dead. Making up his mind Snape hurried back out pass the castle wards and apparated to the Dursley’s determined to put an end to this mystery.
In his office Albus Dumbledore sat in his chair plotting, lost in his thoughts he hadn’t realized that Snape had seen his cruel face as he had left. He knew even with all his planning he was losing control of Potter, but it wouldn’t matter, because one way or another Potter would die. Either by Voldemort, or if it came to it he himself would see to it. No one would have believed the corruption of the world’s greatest Light wizard, but it had been growing ever since the defeat of Grindelwald. With the destruction of that Dark wizard the backlash of evil energy had almost killed him. Unknown to him at the time a seed of evil had been planted in his heart and mind. Now it was the unseen force pushing Albus down the path he was walking today.
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AN: So ends another chapter. Sorry for the cliffie, I’ll update ASAP. Please let me know if there is anything that needs improving. Thanks until next time.
Disclaim...Er: Harry Potter and its characters belong to JK Rowling and not me. I own nothing, except Sera and the plot...
Genre: Slash, Romance, bit of angst
Pairings: V(TM)/HP, DM/OC
Warnings: AU, OOC, OC. There will be slash eventually if you don’t like don’t read, you have been warned; also HBP did not happen in this story.
Summary: Betrayed for the last time Harry loses faith in the ones he once loved, discovering truths and coming to terms with the lies in his life. Will the Light lose Harry to death and darkness, is there any hope left, and what’s this about a new prophecy?
Chapter 2: Life After Dying.
Slytherin Manor
Severus hastily cast a diagnostic spell on the unconscious Dark Lord. Going through his potion’s bag he pulled out an energy draught and a headache potion. He then shook the prone body of his lord gently, ruby eyes blinked at him confusedly before snapping to attention. Handing him the two potions, Tom drank them both down rapidly, grimacing at the taste. Severus backed away to kneel in front of the throne unsure of what to do next wanting to question what had happened, but knew it wasn’t his place to ask. Tom looked at his loyal follower, knowing he could have been killed by him while he was unconscious. So he decided to answer the questioning look he saw in Snape’s eyes.
“I suppose your wandering what just happened,” he drawled pinching the bridge of his nose. Snape nodded his head not saying anything. “I’m not sure myself, except that the connection between Potter and myself is gone. That can only mean one thing, Potter is dead.” Voldemort’s eyes were blazing; he wanted to know what had happened. Snape was in absolute shock for a moment before sneering.
“The brat must have done something quite foolish, his annoying ‘Gryffindorish tendencies’. Rushing off the be the little attention seeking hero,” he spat acidly.
“Regardless Severus, you must go and find out from either the old bastard, or the Order what has happened, this changes everything.” Voldemort hissed.
“Of course my Lord,” Snape replied bowing silently before apparating away with a pop.
Lord Voldemort sat on his throne musing, if the boy was indeed dead then all his plans would be put in motion much faster than he had anticipated. With nothing to stand in his way the Light was going to lose his laughter echoing in the room wickedly.
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No. 4 Privet Dr.
In a blinding flash of light Sera appeared in the room of Harry Potter. Horrified she looked down at the dying young man, but deep down she knew to that it had to happen. Clearing a space on the floor she pulled a single white feather from her wing, dipping it into the pool of blood on the floor she began to draw the ritualistic healing circle of their kind. Upon finishing she levitated Harry’s body to the center of the circle and began to chant, setting up a series of wards to protect them as well as a time suspension spell. The characters and circle began to glow softly with white light, for this spell to work Harry had to die, if only for a moment. When he gasped his last breath the runes lifted off the floor and flared to life around the young man and began to surround his body.
The blood on the floor coalesced into vapor and began seeping back into Harry’s body. Sera watched fascinated as his body rapidly healed itself; lacerations, cuts, and scratches closed themselves up without even a trace of scarring. Bruises shrunk and vanished, she winced though, as she heard bones popping back into place before knitting back together. Harry’s poor malnourished body began to fill out and muscles formed on his skinny frame, not only that he grew taller stopping just over six feet (185cm) and his skin had a golden tan. Finally after all these years Harry looked like a healthy young man.
Upon the spell’s completion the light concentrated into a ball above his body before shooting into his chest. Harry’s body arched off the floor as the spark of life returned him to the living. Grabbing his chest and gulping for air he settled weakly back onto the floor. He looked around his room in confusion finally eyeing the young woman standing by the door. He looked at her with warily, not quite sure what to make of her. She can’t be an immediate danger to me, seeing as how I’m completely defenseless at the moment he thought.
“Who are you?” He asked cautiously, shifting into a sitting position, his gaze never leaving the stranger in his room. “What’s going on? I thought I was dead...” his voice trailed off. Harry wasn’t sure why he was taking things so calmly, but all he could feel was a sense of peace radiating off the girl standing before him. Sera looked at him with humor in her eyes. Snapping her fingers she setup a series of spells to prevent eavesdropping. Walking over to him she held out her hand to help him up.
“Hmm, explanations on who I am is a going to be a very long story, so we might as well get you comfortable before I begin.” She had a small mysterious smile on her face. Leading Harry over to the bed, while letting him get situated she conjured two cups of tea. Handing a cup over to Harry she took a sip while sorting out what to tell him first.
“I’m gonna start, please try no to interrupt till I’m done, I’ll answer any and all your questions when I’m finished.” She told him calmly, she knew it would take longer if she let him examine everything while telling the story. He nodded to her and she continued.
“Right first thing, my name is Seraphim Celestine Dominae, but you can call me Sera. To put things bluntly, you did indeed just die,” she watched his face went through disbelief, shock and then anger. “What I’ve done for you was an ancient healing spell passed down through our line. Yes, I said our line, because you see Harry Potter, you are my twin brother, and everything you knew about your life up until now has been a complete lie.” Sera stated sadly.
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Hogwarts
Severus disapparated outside the wards of Hogwart’s, so many questions running through his head what could have possibly happened that Potter would have wound up dead. He knew there had been no plans to attack him, and after finding the Dark Lord in the state he’d been in banished any doubts he might have had. Walking swiftly across the grounds Snape made his way up to the castle to the Headmaster’s office. Well if it is true that Potter is dead, then it makes the fact that I was never truly on the Light side that much easier, he smirked inwardly, better not get my hopes up though. Going through his mind of all the possible scenarios the Potter could have been up to, fortunately arriving at the gargoyle breaking him out of thoughts.
“Acid Pops,” he growled to the stone statue. Climbing up the stairs to the door he knocked impatiently on the door.
“Come in,” he heard Albus say muffled through the door. “Ah Severus, what can I do for you this evening?” Albus was surprised to see his Potions Master back in the castle so soon. He hid his surprise and smiled placidly at Snape “Lemon drop,” he offered.
“No thanks, Albus,” Snape grimaced in distaste at the muggle sweet offered to him. “As you know I just got back from a DE meeting,” seeing the Headmaster nod his head, he continued. “There were rumors that there might have been an unapproved attack on Potter, but seeing as how your still here, I can only assume that they’re untrue,” he sneered. He didn’t know what the Headmaster was playing at, but he had seen the brief look of surprise on the old man’s face.
“Now, now my dear boy, everything is in order the wards are still in place.” Albus checked and rechecked the wards on the Dursley house the moment Snape had entered into the room. He was satisfied that everything was undisturbed. “Unless there is anything else Severus, I have an appointment at the Ministry of Magic.” He made his eyes twinkle.
“No, nothing else sir,” he muttered getting up and leaving. As he left he glanced back and was startled to see the malicious smile on the Headmaster’s face. What the hell is going on he thought he knew something was wrong. It was obvious that the Headmaster knew nothing of the fact that Potter was likely dead. Making up his mind Snape hurried back out pass the castle wards and apparated to the Dursley’s determined to put an end to this mystery.
In his office Albus Dumbledore sat in his chair plotting, lost in his thoughts he hadn’t realized that Snape had seen his cruel face as he had left. He knew even with all his planning he was losing control of Potter, but it wouldn’t matter, because one way or another Potter would die. Either by Voldemort, or if it came to it he himself would see to it. No one would have believed the corruption of the world’s greatest Light wizard, but it had been growing ever since the defeat of Grindelwald. With the destruction of that Dark wizard the backlash of evil energy had almost killed him. Unknown to him at the time a seed of evil had been planted in his heart and mind. Now it was the unseen force pushing Albus down the path he was walking today.
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AN: So ends another chapter. Sorry for the cliffie, I’ll update ASAP. Please let me know if there is anything that needs improving. Thanks until next time.