Author's Note: I want to take the time now to say that Harry Potter is not mine! I do not own any of its characters nor do I own any of its contents. The only think that is 'mine' in a sense is the idea itself, though I'm pretty sure it has been used before. I hope all of you enjoy...
Going Back to Change the Future
Dust… Debris… Ash from what was left of the body of the Dark Lord. Bodies, bloodied: dead, injured all belonging to Death Eater's. Chaos slowly coming to a close and silence rained. Albus, James, and Lily, were firing off stunning spells at any Death Eater who dared breath; with the exception of the Malfoys', whom held their hands up in surrender. In the very center of the ended battle laid a young man with unruly raven hair. Blood slowly seeped through the white shirt he had on. Severus knelt next to the boy whom he knew was dying from the inside and preyed that he would live. The boy in question just laid there gasping for breath. James and lily reunited with their son, cradled the babe protectively in their arms. Lily could hear Severus pleading, and she broke away from her reunited family to kneel at her teenage boy, of the same name's, side.
He lay in the center of the battle ground: pale and unmoving. The only indication that he was alive was the slow rise and fall of his chest, though shallow and slow. The enemy he had been fighting, the one whom had caused his terror and grief in his time was gone. All thanks to an eighteen year old time-traveler. No one but his followers would morn the loss of the Dark Lord. No one would cry because he died. It would just be him and hell. Severus ignored the pain, he ignored the ache, he ignored the fear of what might happen to him now that this war was finally over. The only thing he could think about was this figure that wasn't moving at his touch. The figure that wasn't moving, no matter how much he called to him. He took in the sight of yhit bleeding body, noting that the blood had made a small puddle around his body: reminding Severus of a chalk outlined body he saw on some crime television show when he was a kid.
"Harry," he cried when his touch did nothing to rouse the unmoving man.
Over and over again like a mantra Severus repeated his name. Finally gathering the courage to move the still figure from the cold hard ground to his warm lap, he gently, but firmly, patted Harry's pale cheek. Repeatedly, Severus pat until he was afraid his hand would fall off. Lily choked on a sob when harry didn't respond. But gasped in surprise and relief when he groaned. Harry's eyes cracked open and he looked up into watery pools of dark emerald and concerned onyx. His body was shaking as a cold no human body could warm began to seep into his bones. He shivered.
"Severus," he asked but it only came out in a whisper.
"I'm right here Harry."
Harry gave him a tired smile.
"I- Is he dead?"
Severus grimaced at the sound of Harry weakened voice.
"Yes Harry, you did it. You destroyed him."
Harry shook his head in denial, "He did it."
He turned his gaze to Lily, smiling at her tiredly.
"Mum," he asked, but it came out in a low whisper.
"I'm here my Harry."
James came over to him and knelt beside him. He brushed a piece of Harry unruly dark hair away from his eyes; noting how like his own it was and started to feel guilty that he hadn't known that Harry was his son before this.
"I should have known you were my son. I suspected but I wasn't sure, but I should have known."
"It's not your fault, dad. I couldn't tell you, no matter how much I wanted too."
"You told your mother," James pouted.
Harry gave a weak laugh at his father's whining, reminding him so much of the ghost of his friend.
"Mum found me, it was hard not to tell her."
Harry said before a searing pain overtook him and he groaned in agony.
"I'm going to find a medic Harry," Severus said worriedly.
"No, don't leave. There is nothing the medics can do."
"What are you talking about? What do you know?"
Harry sighed, knowing the answer to this question but not wanting to answer it.
"The curse that hit me was Antonin Dolohov's curse."
Severus knew this. He knew that the cursed varied upon the person it was cast upon. Was their something he was missing?
"Yes," Harry said as if reading his mind, but he was truly answering a question James had asked the he, Severus, hadn't heard.
"Even if this curse hadn't hit me... I...I've… done what I came to do…"
He was interrupted by a fit of coughs that had him groaning in pain. Severus' eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched the crimson liquid spill from Harry's lips. As Harry's fit died down, realization dawned on Severus and he stiffened.
"You, you cannot stay here? No matter if the medi-witch saved you or not, you have to go?"
Harry turned dulled green eyes to Severus' onyx. He looked saddened that he couldn't give the answer Severus wanted to hear. He shook his head. Severus stiffened.
"It's alright, Severus."
"How can you say that?"
"…Because it is. You… probably won't... remember anyway. You will only know that baby Harry destroyed the Dark Lord and freed everyone. You will only know that you helped and that the Malfoys' surrendered, but you wont remember me, the me I am now," Harry smiled weakly, sadly.
"I don't want to forget, Harry. I want to know you, I want to…"
"I know you do. But you have to go on with your life. Patch up your friendship with my mother," at this he looked at her, "Find someone to love."
"I already love you Harry."
James gasped at his words but said nothing.
You can't leave me now," Severus shouted, "Not when I've finally figured out where I want to go after that kiss we shared. You can't leave me."
"I'm not leaving," Harry said ignoring the shocked cry from both of his parents lips. He was starting to gasp for breath and he knew he didn't have much time left, "Not really. I will still be here. I am a baby here, remember?"
Severus had tears pooling in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He refused to give in. He looked around the clearing frantically; he had to find a Albus. He just had to. Maybe if they'd rewrite Harry, he'd be able to stay there in this time with Severus. Alas, he couldn't find him, so, choking on a sob; he turned watery depths back to Harry. His breathing was thinning and slowing. He gasped for air every now and again. When emerald met onyx, Harry gave a sad smile. Tears were starting to pool in his own eyes as he watched the man he had grown close to struggle to keep tears at bay. Another searing pain coursed through him an he could feel his heart stop. With his last gasping breath he looked Severus straight in the eye before he said:
"I love you, Severus."
And Severus' world stopped. Harry had stopped fighting. Then and only then did Severus give in to his tears. He cried in agony, noting that two others were sobing as hard as he was, but only hearing them as if at a great distance. He had eyes only for one as he rocked Harry's lifeless body, cradling it closely to his chest. He didn't get to hold it long, for not soon after he pulled Harry close, his body shimmered and disappeared from the time he was not supposed to be in the first place. Severus, James, and Lily straightened and looked up at the sky, the tears slowed and then eventually stopped. Severus his hard mask took its place, and he sneered at James Potter whom was rocking his squealing infant. When they finally looked at the battle their eyes were vacant, and all he remembered was a baby of six months old whom saved millions of witches and wizards, and defeated the most powerful threat to wizarding society.
Severus knew not why he had dried tear marks on his cheeks, He knew not why himself and the Potters' seemed to have the same vacant look upon their person. He didn't understand why them seemed to be huddled in an oval, or why it felt as if his heart would rip from his chest. Most importantly, he could figure out why there was a blue ball floating in the sky seeming to take in the end of the battle. The only thing he did know was that he would either go to Azkaban or be kissed, because surely even though he helped save the world, though he was not sure how, the wizagomat would not pardon all his misdeeds while spying, nor while he willingly served the Dark Lord. And, so, for the first time in his whole life Severus felt like a lost child and opped to look for Albus to help his find his way.
Harry's spirit raced across the battle field. It took in the sight of Auror's finally making it to the battle ground. It took in the sight of his parent's, cuddling the babe that is him. It could see the figure of Albus Dumbledore talking with Auror's and the Minister, and it witnesses Death Eaters being carted away to Azkaban before he faded into nothing. Not once letting himself think of the man who knew him no longer; the man he had grown to care for through his journey. There was no farewell for Harry, No brilliant party, no cries of joy or hugs from his friends, just an empty void he would only remember for years to come.
(Eleven Years Later)
Severus Snape watched as the first years piled into the school. His eyes were locked on one student as he made his way down the aisle to stop in front of Professor Minerva McGonagall. The child of eleven years old looked frightened and excited. He looked on in wonder as his friend Ron Weasley ascended the stairs. He clapped with the other students when his friend was awarded Gryffindor. He watched as Ron made it to Hermione's side and hugged her. He stiffened when his own name was called, turning back to Professor McGonagall ascending up the steps himself. Cheers immediately broke out from every house. Young Harry had been told all about defeating the Dark Lord when he was a baby. They told him that he was kidnapped by a man called Peter Pettigrew to aid the rise of the Dark Lord. They said that there was a flash of light and that the Dark Lord was dead. The rest of the details were fuzzy to everyone close to, or involved with, Harry from the future, so naturally Baby Harry was dubbed The-Boy-Who-Lived, thus why everyone cheered.
Severus sneered at the young boy, when said boy caught his eye upon sitting at the Gryffindor table next to Ron. For a moment an intense eye battle was going on before young Harry broke it with a wide smile. Severus, caught off guard, stiffened before he tentatively returned the smile. The young man beamed at him, happy to have his 'Uncle Severus' smile back at him when Severus was known to be a greasy git to the students. Severus smiled, as he remembered his patch up with Lily. He was grateful to be in Harry's life, even if James wasn't. He had been pardoned for all his crimes and had received an Order of Merlin for his good deeds in the war, thus was why he got to patch his friendship with Lily and be a part of the Potter's lives. He smiled at the back of Harry's head in remembrance, never noticing his long term students inching back in fright.
Albus Dumbledore too stared at young Harry. He knew that there was a gap missing in his memory but he didn't know of what. He had tried to figure it out many a time before but his brain always felt clouded and he gave up, glad in the knowledge that it was not the Dark Lord pledging his mind. And so, with That knowledge in his mind, he thanked Merlin that Voldemort had been destroyed and no one had been killed during the war, no one except known Death Eater and Voldemort of course. His thankfulness echoed in many other as well but he knew that from hear on out the Wizarding World would only get better. So as he watched young Harry, boy hero of the Wizarding World, only one thought echoed in his head.
'Life was good.'
Author's Note: Well, there you have it, the final chapter of GBCF. I Hope you enjoyed it! I want to take the time to thank all of the people who helped contribute to this story. With information and things of that nature, I appreciated it greatly. I had fun writing this but it is time for it's end, hence why I am posting both the second to the last, and the end chapter together. I hope you will enjoy the rest of the fics I have to offer and stay tuned for future fics. See you next time!