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Summary: Years after the final battle Harry finds out that everything is not as it seems.
A/N: As I was working on my other story, this fic came into my head and it wouldn't leave me alone. I know that there are other stories out there like this one but I'm going to try and make this unique. I hope you like it. Beware this is SLASH, if you don't like that then read my other story 'Silent Words'. Please no flames. Also this fic does take into account what happened in book 5 so beware of spoilers.
No One Left
Chapter 1
By NiamhakaLadyHex
First They Came… A Poem by Rev. Martin Niemöller
First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out because I was not a communist;
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out because I was not a socialist;
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew;
And when they came for me there was no one left to speak out.
Harry's destiny was to defeat Voldemort or die trying. Luckily, he won in the end. But it was not a quick or easy process.
After Harry's fifth year, Dumbledore decided that he needed some extra training. He went through a rigorous schedule in order to prepare him for the war. The Headmaster brought in specialists to train him in everything from combat to stealth. Harry was more determined that ever to rid the world of Voldemort; the death of Sirius had only been the catalyst for his resolve.
He not only trained his body physically but mentally as well. He learned strategy, the art of deceiving, Occlumency, and Legilimency. He learned several types of muggle self defense such as Jiujitsu and he was highly trained in the art of Ninjutsu. Everything that he learned was focused on destroying Voldemort and everything else became secondary.
He eventually lost touch with his friends; he had no need of such trivial distractions. He had a prophecy to fulfill, and they would only get in his way. He even resigned from the Quidditch team. Why spend the time flying when he could use it for training?
By the time he graduated he was a master swordsman, was proficient in several martial arts, and could even give Dumbledore a run for his money in a duel. He had been molded into the perfect killing machine.
After his schooling at Hogwarts was finished he participated in Auror raids, and he finally got a use for his 'skills'. During this time, Voldemort discovered that Severus was a spy in his ranks, and he barely escaped with his life. Harry had found out about his capture in one of his visions, and although they were not often on good terms with each other, he risked his life to save the Potions Master.
Shortly after that, Severus and Harry became partners of sorts. They would go out on raids together and would take down as many Death Eaters as they could. With Severus's knowledge of potions and practical information from his days as a spy combined with Harry's battle techniques, they soon became a driving force in the war against Voldemort.
With their shared goal of defeating Voldemort, they grudgingly began to trust each other and eventually they respected one another. Soon they became inseparable, preferring to spend time in each other's company then with anyone else. War brings something out of us all and in this case it was a change of perspective for both of them.
The war was long and grueling. Some people thought it would never end; they would run away in fear or from their own disbelief. Harry continued to fight, even when all hope was lost. He fought in many battles and he was not left unscathed. He suffered many injuries. By the time of the final battle, there was hardly and inch of him that was left unmarked by the war. When Harry was only 21, he finally got his chance to vanquish Voldemort.
The Order held off the Death Eaters while Harry went after his final fate. Severus wanted to go with him but soon he was also caught up in the battle, fighting for his own life. Harry was left on his own.
Finally he was ready to face his destiny. Who ever thought that Voldemort could be defeated with muggle weapons? It was rather anticlimactic really. After an exhausting duel Harry finally saw his chance, he plunged a dagger into the Dark Lord's stomach. He had it coated with a special poison; Voldemort would not die an easy death. But before Voldemort was finally defeated, he got two very strong cutting curses aimed at Harry. The curses were particularly brutal; since Voldemort knew he was going to die so he used the last of his strength to power them.
Harry had let his guard down after he stabbed Voldemort so the curses caught him unprepared. It was a mistake that he would regret for the rest of his life.
The first one hit the left side face slashing vertically down from his forehead to his chin. It passed through his left eye rendering it useless. The second one went dragging through his neck causing severe damage. He was loosing too much blood and Harry knew he was moments away from dieing. One thought drifted into his minded before he surrendered into the bliss of unconsciousness; at least he had fulfilled the prophecy.
This is how Severus found him, bleeding profusely from the neck and the face. It was a sight that would haunt Severus for years to come. Harry had other wounds, but they were minor. His face was a ghostly shade of white and he was growing paler by the minute. Severus had to do something quickly in order to save him; there was no healer close enough to come to their aid. He had the presence of mind to slow the blood flow with a spell and this in itself was likely the reason that Harry's life was saved.
The next thing Harry knew, he was waking up several days latter in St. Mungo's. He was still in a lot of pain, and he was on enough meds that he was feeling detached from his body. Over the years he had taken so many different kinds of healing potions, and they were now starting to lose their potency on him. When he tried to open his eyes, he found that he could only open his right eye and his left eye was bandaged shut. He managed to catch sight of a familiar black figure looming by his bedside. He didn't know if he was hallucinating from the drugs or if there was really someone there. He didn't get the chance to find out because he was still incredibly weak and soon passed out from the pain.
It was a week later before he was able to sit up and think coherently. He discovered that Severus had stayed with him the whole time; the Potions Master had refused to leave his side. And for that Harry was very grateful, although he would never tell Severus that. It was a miracle that Harry had survived; he was in critical condition for several days and many of the healers thought that he wouldn't make it.
He also learned that they had healed his injuries to the best of their abilities but the damage left by the Dark Lord's curses was significant. He was left with a jagged scar running across his neck and a hideous looking scar that ran down the left side of his face though his eye, leaving him blind one eye. It no longer would remind others of his mother Lily, instead of the vibrant green color; it was now a sickly milky white. The lightening bolt scar given to him by Voldemort still remained on his forehead. He had hopes that it would disappear after Riddle's death, but it didn't. The most disturbing news had yet to come. The healers told him that the cutting curse to his throat severed his vocal chords and he would never be able to speak again.
That had hit him like a curse to the stomach. Never speak again? How was he going to survive? He such sat there in shock, not knowing how to process this information. Although he was extremely distressed, it was a great comfort that Severus was still by his bedside. He was the only thing that helped him get through those first few days.
Of the few visitors that Harry had they all told him the same thing. He should consider himself lucky, after all how many people can say that they had dueled Voldemort and won? Although this is true, it did not make Harry feel any better. It wouldn't bring his sight or his voice back. What kind of life could he expect to lead now? Sure he defeated Voldemort but he was still a cripple. But he did fare a lot better than most people after the war, he could have ended up worse. At least he was still alive, even though at this point he wished that he wasn't.
Many of the people that Harry went to school with no longer survived; Hermione, Ron, Hagrid, Professor Flitwick, Cho Chang, and Tonks were only the first of many casualties in the war against Voldemort. Severus had informed him of the people who had fallen during the last battle. Along with countless others, the entire Weasley clan was wiped out and along with Neville Longbottom, he had finally found his courage and he went down fighting five Deatheaters simultaneously.
Surprisingly Draco Malfoy still lived, and he was one of the few remaining Slytherins alive. He had switched sides after Lucius killed his mother; it seemed that her death was the last straw for him. With Severus out of his spying position, Draco became a double agent spying on those he had once trusted. He became an important figure in the war and his information greatly helped the cause. Although Harry and Draco had a less than perfect history, they managed to get passed their differences and work together. They eventually worked out a tentative friendship.
Remus Lupin also managed to survive the war. He was Harry's last link to his parents and he was like a father to him. After Sirius died, he was always there for him to lend him support or a sholder to cry on. Remus was his family. He came to visit him at the hospital as many times as he could, the wizarding world was still extremely prejudiced against werewolves and sometimes it was difficult for him to walk freely in public places.
After he was released from St. Mungo's Severus took care of Harry and he helped him cope with everything. He showed Harry that life was still worth living and that he could still have an enjoyable life even with his disabilities.
Without Severus, it is likely that Harry would not have recovered.
This only brought the two of them closer together and after a few months of living together, they both realized they had deeper feelings for each other.
Harry had never been in a relationship before so this was all very new to him. He had never had someone who loved him for who he was and Severus was his rock, his anchor. He was everything to Harry.
Although their relationship had its ups and downs, Harry could not imagine life without Severus.
Remus was a bit shocked when he found out about their relationship but he soon accepted it. Harry deserved to be happy and if Severus was the key to it, he was not going to object. He was a frequent visitor to their rooms and although Severus and Remus were not on the best of terms, they soon tolerated each other. Severus knew how much Remus meant to Harry and he tried his best to be at least civil towards the werewolf.
Severus began working on a way for Harry to speak again but none of the potions ever restored his voice. They finally resorted on muggle methods and learned British Sign Language. Remus also learned sign language. Nothing was going to stop him from communicating with Harry, even if it did require some extra work. Harry was a fast learner; he desperately craved for some way to communicate. He was tired of writing everything down, it was bloody annoying and it took way too long.
A year later, they had both become very apt in signing. Since they were both living in Severus quarters in the dungeons of Hogwarts, Harry often helped out Severus with his potions. Since he could no longer cast spells, making potions was as close to doing magic as he could get. Severus was always very patient with him and would comfort him when things became too much for him to handle. After all, living in a castle whose purpose is to educate children in magic when you yourself can't even cast a simple levitation spell can be extremely disheartening.
Harry would help Severus with grading assignments or potions. He had begun helping Severus out when he was teaching class, there was not much else that he could do to occupy his time. It was often helpful to have two people watching the student's potions, it helped diverting any disasters. Harry had a very foreboding appearance and Severus had his bastard reputation, and they never had many problems keeping the students in line. With Severus's help, Harry became very talented at potions making. Dumbledore eventually made Harry a position on the staff as Severus's assistant.
They were very comfortable with each other and often were not seen without the other. Unfortunately the paper did get wind of their relationship, so soon it was public knowledge. The wizarding world was always much more accepting of same sex relationships but some people still disapproved, especially when their savior was involved. Eventually after four years of being together, they were gradually accepted.
As Harry relied on communicating with sign language, Severus became his unofficial translator. Many of the other professors at Hogwarts knew some words in sign but they were far from fluent in the language.
Harry, who was now 25, was making the final preparations for the upcoming school year which would start in a few days. Remus had come back to teach DADA a few years ago and it was nice to have him so close by. Severus and Remus were the only other people in the castle who were fluent in sign.
Draco was also teaching Arithmancy at Hogwarts. News about his real loyalties leaked out last year to the papers and although the war was over, there were still people out there who would try and repay Draco for what his information did to them. Draco was still far from fluent in sign but he knew enough to get by and he would often stop by their rooms for tea. He had kept in touch with both Harry and Severus after the war and he was very good friends with them.
Harry's appearance was extremely different from the start of the war. He had never really gotten taller than 5'4; the Dursleys malnutrition had left its mark. He had finally grown his hair out and it was around his shoulders, it was much more manageable that way although he usually put it into a ponytail. It helped keep it out of the way and away from any dangerous potions. During the war, he had also been the receiver of a vicious bone-crushing curse to his right leg. It never correctly healed, and he was left with a severe limp. Harry's body was covered in innumerable scars from the many battles that he had endured but the worst were on his face and neck. People were often scared by his appearance, especially with his left eye that would gaze at them unseeingly. It was eerie and unnerving to look at. He had also had his vision in his remaining eye corrected with a potion, there was no sense wearing glasses for only one eye.
Dumbledore had mentioned that this year they were having several transfer students from America whose family would also be living with them in the castle. For some reason, he wanted to introduce them to Harry. He was never comfortable being around people he didn't know, it was frustrating when they thought that just because he was mute that he must be deaf too.
He was slowly making his way to the stone gargoyle was would lead to Dumbledore's office. For once Severus was not with Harry, he was busy in his lab testing an experimental potion so he was unable to go with him. The Headmaster knew enough sign language to understand Harry, so he should be fine.
He finally made it to the gargoyle which had already leapt to the side, since he couldn't speak the password, revealing the staircase to the Headmasters office. He walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.
As he walked in the room, he noticed the family. They all looked at him as he entered the room and they seemed shocked by his appearance. It didn't really bother him; he was used to it by now. There were three kids of various ages sitting on the couch and the parents were sitting in chairs beside the couch. It wasn't the kids that caught his eye, but the parents. They were a lot older then the pictures he had looked at his whole life. But how could he not recognize them? Sitting in the Dumbledore's office were his parents, who were very much alive.
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