Losing Faith, Reclaming Hope

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 3: And the truth will set you free...


Severus stood outside the Dursley house, fortunately for him Mundungus Fletcher was on duty, or more correctly had been on duty. Without any witnesses he was about to enter the house when a bright flash of light was seen coming out of the room Harry occupied. Entering the house he, cast a quick locating spell, confirming that the Dursley’s were asleep. With a flick of his wand he whispered a sleeping charm to make sure that they didn’t wake up. Severus walked upstairs, coming upon Harry’s room to his door he could only stare at all the locks that ran down its length.


“Alohomora,” he growled. To his aggravation the door remained locked. Going through several more unlocking charms, the door to Snape’s frustration remained locked. He scowled at the door, he had no choice but to wait to see what had happened, it would be unacceptable to return without any answers. Leaning against the wall, he settled in waiting impatiently for the door to open.


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Harry gaped at Sera, his mind kept going over the last sentence that she had said. How is it that I have a sister, a twin at that, he thought with disbelief. Sera waited patiently for Harry to get a grip on the news she had just given him. She could see the questions and confusion in his eyes, but she knew he’d wait until she was done to ask any questions. Taking another sip of his tea, Harry nodded his head to let her know he was ready for her to continue.


“I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now,” she sighed. “This all started when James and Lily Potter were attacked by the Dark Lord Voldemort. You know most of what had happened after the supposed defeat of Voldemort. What you didn’t know was that shortly after leaving ‘Harry’ here with the Dursley’s, he became ill and by the time Albus Dumbledore arrived there wasn’t anything that was able to save him, medically that is.” She spat the name Albus with so much animosity that Harry looked up startled at Sera. Harry reached out and gently squeezed her hand, breaking Sera out of her darkening thoughts. She gave him a poignant smile, she had to finish telling the story, no matter how much it hurt.


“Unfortunately the death of Harry Potter couldn’t happen, it would’ve ruined all of the old man’s schemes. W...we don’t know how exactly it was done, only that some of the darkest magic known to any of the realms, was used. He managed to pull you, big brother, from the divine realm and bind you to the infant body of Harry Potter. Now if everything had gone the way he had planned you’d have never found out about your divine heritage. But as they say fate is a fickle mistress and due to his own actions, he put into motion a new prophesy. Which is why I’m here now,” she finished explaining.


Harry had never felt so lost in his life. Wait, I’m not even Harry Potter, I don’t even know who I am he thought. The anxiety that had been building up since Sera had started talking had reached its peak and now he felt like he was drowning.

“Who am I,” he managed to choke out.

“You were born Aeryn Casimir Dominae, whatever has happened doesn’t change who you are on the inside. You are my brother and no matter what I will always love you.” She told him firmly.


The conviction in Sera’s words seemed to break the last of his defenses. Harry fell sobbing into Sera’s arms, the teacup forgotten in his lap crashed onto the floor. He knew something had been wrong in his life, but he never would have thought this would be the case. He just lay there in his sister’s warm embrace, taking comfort in her solid presence. Before long he managed to stop crying, but with the extensive healing and the mental fatigue, he felt himself falling asleep.


“Its okay brother,” Sera looked down at Harry, she knew he was fighting to stay awake. “Go ahead and sleep, I’m not going anywhere. There is a time stasis spell up, so you can go ahead and rest. We’ll talk more when you’ve rested.” She moved off the bed so he could lie down.


“Thanks,” he murmured. “Please stay, I...,” he grabbed her hand before she could turn away. He was asleep before his head reached the pillow, never finishing his sentence.


Sera watched him as he slept, his brow creased in worry even as he slept. She reached out and stroked his head, carding her fingers through his hair. Harry sighed in his sleep and finally settled down. She brushed the hair off his forehead and then gasped, the lightning bolt scar was completely gone. So the original prophesy is truly broken, she mused, I wonder what the future holds for us now. Yawning widely, she lay down next to Harry, the night had been hard on her also and soon she was fast asleep too.

Severus was fuming as he paced in the hallway, it had been hours since he’d arrived. He had tried everything to get into the room, but to no avail, he was still locked out. He even tried to leave the blasted house only to be barred from that also. After a careful probing, much to his dismay, he found the time stasis spell. Well that explains why the old coot wasn’t alarmed he rationalized. Of course that didn’t help Severus’s situation any, so conjuring a chair he sat down and glared at the door and the secrets that were held within.



He was warm, Harry was disoriented, and still half asleep he burrowed into the warmth and comfort that surrounded him. He awoke slowly in stages, the aches and pains he was accustomed to for so long, were absent. Fumbling for his glasses he looked around the room only to be confronted by blurriness, ripping them back off he realized that he didn’t need them to see anymore. Taking everything in with his vastly improved vision he was startled by the movement on the bed next to him. He looked at the sleeping form next to him; he couldn’t believe he had a sister.


He had always wanted a sibling, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up only to feel the loss and betrayal that always happened in the end. He studied her features, even though he was in the body of Harry Potter, there were still enough similarities that people would still mistake them for family. She had long black hair, but hers was silky looking, falling in soft waves and had the same golden tan as him. Light green eyes blinked open and stared back at Harry.


“So, do I pass inspection,” Sera asked cheekily grinning. She sat and stretched working the kinks out of her neck. “Are you ready to hear the rest now; I know it’s a lot to accept. I know you have no reason to trust me yet, but please let me finish before you make any decisions.” She looked at Harry trying to gage his mood.


Now that he had rested he was less unwilling to except the change of events that had taken place in the last twenty-four hours. Harry had his suspicions about the old man for a while now, but he had no idea the perfidies went this far. He began to tremble with rage, how dare the meddling old fool do this to me he thought angrily. Calming himself down he needed all the information in order to make up his mind.


“Your right, I don’t fully trust you yet, but I can tell you haven’t lied to me.” Harry smiled sheepishly. “You said something about a prophesy last night, can you tell me,” he questioned.


“Its good that you can sense that, part of our heritage is that you can’t readily lie to us, but I’ll get to that in a moment.” She commented, conjuring a scroll she handed it over to Harry. She began to recite the words of the Prophesy as he read along.


“The downtrodden Savior of Light will be betrayed one too many times, broken, but not alone He will then choose his own destiny to either return to his world, continue in the Light; or fall into Darkness. Working with others he can lead the world to either Peace or Destruction...”


“I have a choice,” he blurted out. Harry stared incredulously at Sera, his mind going over the words of the Prophesy. He had the chance to walk away from it all, but did he really want that. “What would happen if I chose the first choice?” He asked unsure of what to do. Could he turn his back on everything here, not everyone had hurt him, could he in good conscious condemn them to that kind of life if the Darkness won. In the same sense though, the Light wasn’t infallible and the government was quite corrupt, would the world be any better if the Light won.


“The future is never definite either side may win now, but whatever happens it wouldn’t affect our realm. Good or bad though the balance will never be restored unless the Wizarding world wishes it.” She explained.


“No matter what, I refuse to follow Dumbledore, not after knowing what he’s done to me. What I don’t understand is why you’re just now coming to me and telling me all this? Why not sooner, why did I have to live this lie?” Harry asked indignantly.


“Its not that we didn’t want to, we couldn’t it was a part of the spell that was cast. I could only reach you now that the prophesy had been invoked and the binding spell was broken. We’ve been watching you; it broke our hearts that you had to go through everything that you did.” There were tears in her eyes, she had watched him over the years and it torn her apart. “Don’t think for a minute that I didn’t wish to take your place to save you from all the hurt.” She sobbed into her hands.


Harry was taken aback at her reaction, no one had ever cared for him that strongly and it called out to his heart. He pulled his sister into a hug, offering comfort to them both.


“It doesn’t matter, I’m just glad that you’re here now, that’s what counts,” and he was actually happy, even if it was bittersweet. “So, what are we exactly,” he wondered.


“Well...we’re half celestial beings, not really angels, but more along the lines the Asian celestial maidens, and the other half is Incubus. If you remember my wings one was black and the other was white, it’s because I was born in perfect balance between the Light and Dark. That brings us to our parents, mother is of course a celestial maiden, and father is the King of all Demons.” Sera told him matter-of-factly. “So that makes me a princess, and you a prince,” she smirked.


Harry was gaping like a fish, the facial expression becoming familiar. Not knowing quite where to turn at the moment, his body however informed him that he should use the loo.

“I...uh...don’t know what to say right now, but I do need to use the loo, could you...ummm...,” he stammered motioning at the door.

Sera nodded and with a wave of her hand the door unlocked and opened. Harry walked out into the hallway only to come face to face with a sleeping Snape.

“Bloody Hell! What in Merlin are you doing here?” Yelled Harry completely surprised to see his Potions Professor sitting in his hallway.

“POTTER,” yelled Snape waking up instantly. All he could do was stare at the young man in front of him, it looked like Potter, only not. “What have you done you foolish brat,” he hissed.

“I don’t have time for this,” Harry complained and ran off to the loo.

“What’s going on,” Sera asked stepping out into the hallway. “Oh, I thought I felt someone else here,” she looked at Snape; they stood watching each other not saying anything.


Snape was getting impatient he didn’t know what was going on. He wanted answers, but Potter had run off and he had no idea who this young woman was. He studied her if he were to guess she looked like Potter’s sister, but that couldn’t be right Potter was an only child.


“Who are you,” he sneered.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out only if Harry wants you to know,” she replied coolly. Sera walked back into the room and sat down on the bed. She didn’t like Snape, but only for the reasons that he caused so much misery for her brother. She crossed her arms and glared at the man while she waited for Harry to get back.


Harry slammed the door to the bathroom, what the hell was Snape doing here he thought, was he checking up for Dumbles or for the Dark Lord? Flushing the toilet he went to wash his hands and did a double take at the mirror. He had changed; he no longer looked completely like James and Lily Potter. He still had his vibrant emerald green eyes, but Sera had green eyes too. His hair was no longer a horrible mess, but silky looking with soft blue-black curls. His skin was the same golden tan and he was definitely taller. He brushed the hair off his forehead and was stunned to see the lighting bolt shaped scar was gone, completely gone. He smiled faintly at his reflection, good or bad he was able to choose his destiny. Preparing for the argument that was to come, Harry resigned himself and walked back to his room.

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AN: Sorry it took so long, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks to all the people who reviewed, it really is appreciated! Anyway until next time.