Altar of the Dead

Chapter One

Harry sighed deeply as he watched Ginny; she was in a beautiful, flowing pale pink dress, a bouquet of multicoloured flowers clasped in her delicate hands. The smile across her face caused Harry's heart to beat a few times extra, how he longed for that smile to be for him. That light in her eyes to shine threw his soul and make it glow. But that couldn't be, he'd made sure of it, at least until the war was over…For now he followed Ginny's gaze, onto the bride and groom. And they looked so spectacular, so happy. Fleur in a stunning floor length white dress, decorated with swirls and sequences of such immaculate design, her smile lit as large as the sun. Bill, a black tux and white shirt with a neat bowtie, a smile so bright on his face that the long, deep jagged scares all across his face seemed nothing but a tiny graze.

Harry couldn't help a small smile that crept onto his face, a few hours of peace before the darkness set back in.

It was a short ceremony, a few quick yet heart felt vows. Lots of tears and smiles, something Harry wasn't sure he'd see again for a long while. He sighed as he turned away from the happy people, and walked over to a pond in the Weasley's back yard, where the wedding took place. Noticing his departure Hermione nudged Ron and they both followed him. When they reached the pond, the noise faded into the background as Harry's friends came to stand on either side of him. "Harry?" Hermione asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Harry gazed into the water, not looking up from there he began to speak. "Time to go."

"Go?" Ron asked in surprise. "Now?"

Harry's gaze didn't falter. "Yes, now, before anyone can try to stop us…or I can't sum up the courage to leave. Don't feel you have to come; I've already explained how dangerous it'll be. If you come, we leave now, slip away silently."

Ron nodded, his longish flaming red hair falling into his eyes before he brushed it away. "We would never leave you to do this yourself, Hermione and I promised to follow you to the end, and we will."

A smile broke across Harry's face, but he still stayed looking at the water. "Thank you." Finely he looked up, he smiled at his friends, and then turned, leading the way.

With out a word the other two followed.

"First stop, Godric's Hollow."

Ten minutes later three cracks broke the soundless street, like harsh whip cracks, and three figures appeared out of thin air. Led by a black haired young man the three walked forwards, towards a building, one that was half blow apart, the once beautiful paintwork blackened and burnt, no glass in the window's, front door hanging only barely on its hinges. For almost two decades it had been like this, yet nobody had ever done anything about it. As soon as someone began to plan to finely knock it down, something always got in the way, they realised that they had something more important to do, or as they gazed at it, for some reason, they new it should just be there, left how it was.

The people on the street new little about what had happened there, just that the married couple had been murdered, and there little boy vanished in the night. It was something the residents didn't talk much about. They all new the murder must have been brutal, after all, look at the state the house was in. Perhaps that was a another reason the house was left alone, there was something wrong about it, and many feared that if the house was destroyed, the murderer would return.

Nobody ever went near it, people would cross the road just to avoid walking past it, and yet hear were three, unusual teenagers, walking to the house as if they belonged there, like they new the dark story behind it, and for some reason, they fit. They fit in with the house and its dark past, the mystery which surrounded it. They were meant to be there.

With a deep breath Harry ran a hand down the outside wall, feeling the flakes of paint fall off at his touch, ash along with it. Leaving the wall he stepped threw the door, the other two following, a few steps behind, giving him some personal space. Inside the corridor the walls were also blackened, specks of old blood dotted the area, and Harry new whose blood it was, his fathers. This was where his father had died, where Voldemort had left his corpse. Harry knelt down, and picked up a pair of dusty, broken glasses. He held them in his hand, a ball of air sticking in his throat, he new that these glasses belonged to James Potter, they must have fell from him as his body hit the ground, which meant this is the very spot he died.

Pocketing the glasses Harry stood and continued. He stepped into the living room next. It was perfect, hadn't at all been disturbed. A baby jumper was laid on the sofa, the word 'Harry' written across the chest. On a coffee table in front of the sofa stood two mugs of tea, one half drunk, and one almost full. Mildew grew on the mugs, and the liquid inside was a funny colour and smelt, next to the mugs was a magazine, a wizarding magazine on Quidditch and broomsticks. In his mind Harry could imagine a black haired man with hazel eyes, and a women with flowing red hair and bright green eyes sat on the sofa, Lily drinking her tea while cooing over the new jumper for her little Harry, as James didn't take much notice of his drink, to intent on Quidditch.

It was too much. It would have been better if the room was destroyed. With tears in his eyes Harry retreated from the room, closing the door behind him.

Ron and Hermione didn't say anything which Harry was thankful for, but their eyes spoke volumes.

After that, there was only one more room Harry wanted to see. He began walking up the stairs, ignoring all of the doors except for one at the end, were the door was open. He walked in. His old bedroom as a baby. The walls were a painted a soft blue with fluffy white clouds, along the walls half a dozen snitch's flew around, bouncing all over the room, just like the portraits in Hogwarts. Along the snitches were a few owls and broomsticks. A sad smile broke over Harry's face as he watched them for a few seconds, whishing that this is how he grew up, with loving parents and a normal childhood. Tearing his eyes away from the walls Harry walked over to the cot which was laid on its side in the middle of the room, cracked and broken. This is the bit which haunted his dreams, this room, the pleading of his mother, the flash of green, the laughter, and then silents. He turned to go, emotion welling up inside of him, when a flash of gold caught his eye. Next to a leg on the coat he bent down and carefully picked up a gold necklace. He squinted at it, it was a picture necklace, a heart, the picture inside. Before he opened it he saw that there was writing on the heart.

My dearest Lily, my love and heart goes to you and our little Harry.

Stay strong and never forget how much I care for you.

I will forever love you with my heart and soul,

James.

Unable to stop the flow of tears which came to his eyes Harry also pocketed the necklace, keeping it with the broken glasses, not able to yet open it due to his hurt. Tears still flowing freely Harry joined his friends, who where stood at the entrance of the room. "They didn't die for nothing." Was all he said before setting back off down the stairs.

He walked out of the house and felt that finely his parents were laid to rest. The dark shadow which surrounded the house seemed to lift. The threat of it was lifted, and somewhere, somebody would wake up tomorrow and decide that it was finely time for the house to go.

Once on the pavement the three turned to look at the house one last time, various thoughts running threw there minds. But some emotions they all sheared. Fear, worry, anger, an emptiness, but more than that, courage, wisdom, hope, and determination.

"To the end." Hermione whispered into the still air.

"To the end." Ron repeated, face set.

"No matter the consequences, we fight." Harry vowed.

As they turned to leave an unnatural wind picked up, a whirling sound that seemed to be of nothing on this Earth and ancient at the same time rung in their ears.

Surprised, the three spun back around to face the house, wands drawn. Shock on their faces as something began to fade in and out of sight, getting more and more solid with each turn. Finely the sound stopped, the wind dropped back to normal, and there, stood on the front garden was a blue police box.

"What the?" Ron gasped out, staring at it, slightly dumbfounded. "What is that thing?"

Hermione and Harry shook their heads in wonder, unable to answer; their voices seemed to have vanished in surprise.

Despite there shock their hands wrapped tighter around their wands as the door to it opened and a tall, slim man with a mop if scruffy brown hair, dressed in a pinstripe suite and long brown trench coat stepped out, followed by a pretty black women wearing a red leather jacket, black top underneath it and jeans. After her came another man, this one with black hair, blue eyes and wearing a coat which seemed to come from World War II. The first man spotted them first and he gave them a bright smile, along with a friendly wave. "Hello." He said pleasantly, causing his two companions to look at them also. "I'm the Doctor, and who might you be?"

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A/N: Hope you liked the start. As you may have noticed in that, I really can't spell, so I was wondering if someone would like to beta? Just a warning, I'm not the fastest person to update. Also, Deathly Hollow's is out in a few day's, so whatever happens in that most likely wont be happening in this story, so you'll have to ignore what happens in the book :P One last thing, this is seat after the latest Doctor Who season (pretended Jack and Martha stayed), and so, would you like the Master to be in it?

Thanks for reading :)