For It May Come True

Title: For It May Come True
Author: Ash Knight
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Lemon
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter and I do not make any money from these stories. So I’d like to see anyone try to sue me, lol.
Notes: This story takes place after book 5 while Harry is back at Hogwarts. Please leave a review.
Synopsis: This story takes place after my previous story “The Lion and The Serpent”. In this story Harry and Draco are on their way back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when they are ambushed by Death Eaters, leaving Draco half dead. So distraught over Draco’s possible death Harry wishes he was never born . . . but will his wish actually come true?




Harry now paced back and forth beside his bed, running over in his head what the spirit had told him. It was possible to save Draco, but how? Why did she just leave? Was she trying to hide how? Or . . . was cru cruel joke? What Sirius told him about the spirkeptkept running in Harry’s head. Nothing made sense that was sure, but somehow, it just had to come together, at least eventually. What did it all mean? What did any of what the spirit showed him have to do with what was going on now?

The images he just saw ran through Harry’s head, as did more questions. He tried to stop Voldemort in a futile attempt to save his mother. He was told that it was only a shadow of the past, completely unchangeable, but he still had to try. As we watched his mother sacrifice herself for him, Harry began to wonder what he might be forced to sacrifice. The spirit asked if he would sacrifice himself, and he gave an honest answer. But, was he willing to sacrifice anything or anyone else?

With a great sigh Harry collapsed on his bed once more. After a few moments of more tossing and turning, he found himself in the black ocean, just as before. This time the sky was clearer, but only just a bit, as the number of stars visible, seemed to increase. Harry tried to swim, to see if he was near anything solid, but saw nothing. Then from somewhere, Harry couldn’t tell exactly where, the same voice as before began to speak:

Hope, a shining spirit,
You control the tides.
Power, a brilliant spirit,
You can save many lives.
Like the Sun,
In your hands is the light.
Like the Moon,
In your hands is the night.
With eyes of emeralds, perfect: A Warrior You must be.
But your scar, a symbol of your trials ahead,
No one else can be placed instead.
A single teardrop; when did it fall?
Could You only be human, after all?

Harry tried with all the strength of his senses to find the source of the voice, but to no avail. Who ever it was, Harry just knew somehow that he knew the person. It wasn’t Dumbledore, or Sirius. But, somehow the voice was eerily familiar. Then, something began to tug at his, as, as if it was snagged on something.

“Wake up Harry! You’re wasting precious time!”

As if in a trance Harry opened his eyes, trying to focus as the sleep left his body. Then as everything finally came into focus, he saw Hermione standing at the foot of his bed, or rather the spirit who had taken her form. She was dressed in her Hogwarts robes, and even though Harry couldn’t see her feet, it was obvious that she was tapping one foot, impatiently.

“Honestly Harry, with you sleeping it’s a wonder you manage to do any school work at all, let alone fight the forces of darkness!” the spirit declared with a very serious look on her face, exactly as Hermione would look.

“Well excuse me but unlike you even I need some rest, and I wasn’t the one who made you come here so lets just get this over with,” Harry shot back.

The spirit looked at Harry for a moment taking in what he said with a look that clearly stated: “You really believe that don’t you?”

“I’ve come to show the past, the past that would have been if you were never born. Just as you wished.”

“Howthatthat even possible?” Harry asked.

Seeing the past was one thing, but how was this possible? His experience with the Time Turner in his third year had taught him a tiny bit about dealing with time. But could what this spirit said really be possible? The spirit only gave Harry another look, as if he asked a very stupid question.

“The wizarding worlds perception of time, while in metaphor is very attractive is also very misleading. You see, you think of time as if it were a straight line, like a road or railroad track, with the past at one end and the future at the other. But, remember, the world was flat, until we discovered it was round! You must break your understanding of time Harry, because both past and future, are contained in the eternal present.

Harry tried to understand all this but was still a bit confused. The confusion in his mind was clearly showing on his face since the spirit tried to explain further:

“Think of reel of motion picture film. Each frame is a lifetime! But . . . all of them exist at once. Now if you run them through the projector, you create the illusion of continuity. But, if you wind the reel just slow enough, some of the frames touch other frames. From one frame to another, any frame can be reached, but all the frames still exist all at once! But with every choice you make, the frame that comes next changes. The choice you didn’t choose then become other frames, in other reels, but in the end they all still exist at once, so the others frames can be reached as well.”

Harry nodded as he understood enough of what she said, even though the explanation left his mind a bit numb. So, finally, as the spirit seemed satisfied that Harry understood, she raised her arms a bit and once again the cyclone of mist had enveloped them. When the mist finally subsided, they were in front of another house, at night. There was no forest anywhere, and a few more houses could be seen in the distance. A loud pop signaled the arrival of some through Apparition. As Harry turned around he saw it was Voldemort. His cold red eyes pierced the night like daggers under his hood, as he drew closer, wand at the ready.

With a great blast, he threw open the door and entered inside. As Harry followed he realized that what he was seeing. If this was the world where Harry never existed and the prophecy Trelawney made had not changed, then this could only mean one thing! Harry hurried along only to find his fears were confirmed: this was Neville Longbottom’s house, seventeen years ago! Suddenly from out of nowhere came a woman, dressed as a Death Eater.

“Master, I have killed the parents just now, do you wish for me to kill the child as well?” said the woman

Instantly, Harry recognized her voice: Lestrange, Sirius’ murderer! Before Harry could remember that these were merely shadows he tried to curse her, but of course, it was useless.

“Good work,” Voldemort said with his high cold voice as Lestrange bowed, “but I will take care of the rest. Now go!”

With out another word she disapparated with a loud pop, leaving Voldemort alone. As he opened the door Lestrange must have come from, Harry heard the familiar cry of a baby. The nursery wasn’t as large as Harry’s but it was clear a lot of lovnt int into decorating it, as Harry saw cute little animals painted on the walls. But the nursery lost its happy look, with both of Neville’s parents, dead on the floor. Then with a look of disgusting satisfaction, Voldemort advanced on the crying child in its crib. But, just like with Harry the curse rebounded, leaving nothing but the lightning shaped scar.

“So do you see what would have happened?”

“If Voldemort never got the chance to kill me, since I was never born here, they diy did Neville get chosen?” Harry pressed, still in shock at what he saw.

“Because someone has to fight Voldemort and if you were never born than obviously the only other person who fit the description of the one destined to fight him was Neville” said the spirit coolly.

The idea of Neville being the boy who lived was strange to Harry. If anyone ever told him that Neville was the one destined to fight Voldemort before any of t Har Harry would have laughed aloud. Raising her arms once more, the spirit and Harry were carried away from the rubble of Neville’s house only to find himself beside the Mirror of Erised, right next to Professor Quirrell. Behind him, from the black flames came Neville just like Harry did in his first year. But the Neville that arose from behind the flames was different from the Neville that Harry had come to know. The Neville that came out of the black flames was taller, by three inches at least. His body was lean and muscular, and on his forehead, he bore the same scar Harry had.

The scene that ensued was exactly as it had happened to Harry. Neville was forced to come before the mirror and the stone dropped out of the mirror and into his pocket. He lied about what he saw in the mirror and was thrown aside.

“He lies . . .” said the cold high voice under Quirrel’s turban.

Quirrel called Neville back and after a few moments, he unwrapped his turban. Voldemort’s face stuck out from behind Quirrel’s head, as it did before also, and began to demand the stone from Neville’s pocket.

“Never!” shouted Neville with pure courage.

Voldemort then leapt upon Neville as he tried to run away with the stone in his hand.

“Wait!” Harry yelled as he looked upon the scene, “why isn’t he burning?”

It was true, Voldemort had Neville in his grasp, wrestling the sorcerer’s stone from Neville’s grip, and Voldemort was not burning. With a great wrench the stone was pulled out of Neville’s hands and into Voldemort’s. Before Neville had a chance to reach for it, a spell shot out of the black flames behind them, hitting Voldemort right in the chest, sending right through the mirror! Dumbledore quickly followed with his wand raised for battle, running to check Neville. But, in that moment, a flash of blue light came out of Voldemort’s wand, turning the stone itself into a Portkey, and in an instant, Voldemort had disappeared, along with the stone!

“This is what would have happened if it was Neville who faced Voldemort instead of you!” the spirit in Hermione’s form declared as she froze the scene.

“Why was Voldemort able to touch Neville?!?” Harry demanded.

“Because, unlike you, Neville didn’t have the protective magic your mother’s sacrifice gave you.”

“But why? Neville’s mother died to save him just like mine did for me! And if he didn’t have that protection, then why couldVoldVoldemort kill him?!?” Harry pressed.

“Harry, Dumbledore explain to you how the magic is renewed once a year every summer when you go back to Privet Drive! Being with your mother’s only blood relative keeps the protective magic in your skin alive, but Neville doesn’t have any family at all in this world!”

“What about his grandmother?” Harry asked.

The spirit raised her hands and brought them to another house. The door to the house was slightly a jar, which revealed a strange sight. Pointing to the house, the spirit beckoned Harry to go forward, as if beyond the door was a something Harry desperately needed. Harry pushed tried to push through the door, but ended up going right through it instead, as if he was a ghost himself. As his head came through the door, Harry saw a woman lying on the floor, dressed as if she had just gotten home, near was a vulture shaped hat.

“Neville’s grandmother!” Harry exclaimed.

“Yes, she was killed just after Voldemort died. The faithful Death Eaters Voldemort had, came searching for Neville when they couldn’t find their master. The magic in his skin saved Neville but his grandmother wasn’t so fortunate.”

“But, then what happened to Neville?”

“Dumbledore took Neville and placed him in a secret location, used the secret-keeper spell to ensure he would not be found again, as well as a few other enchantments, and left him there until time came for his first year.”

Harry was completely dumbstruck. What happeno Neo Neville in this world was even worse than what happened to him. He hated staying at the Drusley’s but at least he was safe there for the most part. In the blink of an eye, Harry found himself back in his dormitory by his bed.

“I have just showed you the past of the world you wished for Harry. So my work here is done . . .”