Time Turned Back- The Prisoner of Azkaban
Prologue: Time Unravelled
The Dark Lord Defeated that was the headline across the Wizarding world. Lord Voldermort, the most powerful Dark Wizard to walk the earth since World War Two was dead.
But what was the cost? How many lives had been lost? How many children had grown up to fight the war?
Harry Potter stood silent before a fresh grave, ignoring the pouring rain of the dreary day. It was the seventh funeral he had attended in the last six months. And by far it was the hardest. The graves read
Ronald Arthur Weasley
18/03/1980
Son
Brother
Lover
May he be remembered always
Virginia Molly Weasley
29/08/1981
Daughter
Sister
Lover
And the Meanest of us all
Ron and Ginny were the last to fall. And no doubt they had been the ones Voldermort had enjoyed the most, he had known exactly where to strike to rip out what remained of Harry's heart. Ron was the one person in existence he had ever considered a brother. Until Lucius Malfoy killed him, only to be cut down that same day by his own sons final strike.
"Draco" he thought. While their start had been a little rocky after fifth year, Draco Malfoy, or Draco Black as he had been buried, was someone Harry had come to trust and rely on after Lucius killed his mother.
Ginny The very thought of her tore at him.
They had been dating for about two years, and Harry knew he loved her, it was with a wrenching sob that he looked down into his open right palm. Where a beautiful engagement ring rested.
He had been planning to ask her when it was over. Hell he had almost asked her before the final assault on Hogwarts began, laying in the Head Boy's Dorm with her in his arms, the crescent moon shining through the windows. She told him she loved him. He said the same, but before he could ask her she was asleep against his bare chest. So he let it go, knowing that he could have his chance when the fighting was over.
But he never got the chance. The fighting was chaotic. The castle grounds and the Forbidden Forest were crawling with Deatheaters, Vampires, Giants, Dementors, and other Dark creatures. With Harry smack dab in the middle searching for Voldemort.
But Ginny had found him first. He killed her without hesitation.
But it had cost the bastard the vital seconds Harry needed to run him through with the Sword of Gryffindor. But he was still alive.
"You can't beat me Potter" he laughed "I am the Dark Lord VOLDERMORT"
"Maybe so" Harry snarled "But I will still send you to HELL FOR WHAT YOU HAVE TAKEN FROM ME" then with a howl of fury Harry hurled a massive sphere of blue flame at the Dark Lord.
He called the fire, the Dragons Flame it was a fire that not only burned flesh, it consumed every piece of magical energy it came into contact with. Voldermort's own lust for power destroyed him.
But what was the cost? Over the course of the six months the Order of the Phoenix had lost too much. Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody was killed during a raid in Dublin at Christmas. Neville and Luna were ambushed on the full moon on their way to meet up with Remus at the edge of the Forbidden Forest for their turn with him, and Remus was attacked that same night, he died from toxic levels of Silver Nitrate in his blood stream the next morning.
