Disclaimer one: Unless you've been under a rock since the 1990's you know that J

Disclaimer one: Unless you've been under a rock since the 1990's you know that J.K. Rowling (a.k.a. she who will not be named) owns Harry potter and all the little fun, yummy characters that go with him.

Disclaimer two: You will recognize the beginning of this story as the "Harry Potter and The War of Innocence" by Shad0w2 He's an old friend of mine and has been unable to access the internet since his last update, due to several personal problems, don't ask!. So we asked him one day, if he ever planned on finishing it and his response was because it had been so long since he wrote anything for this story his poor little plot bunny died. Therefore he told us we could have our way with it. So we decided to resurrect the bunny but we have a warning to all those previous readers. WARNING The biggest change your going to notice is that shad0w2 followed cannon pairings, and for the sake of some one's sanity (who again in unnamed) we shall not!

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The Fall of Innocence

Chapter 1

The Choices of Today shape our Tomorrows

A 59 year old Harry Potter sat quietly with his nose buried in a book, not just any book but a book so ancient that every time Harry turned a page he had to cast a Repairo charm. It was tedious and grim reading, most of the book was facts and theory. Harry summoned a cup of coffee, something he had picked up during his days on the run, training for the final battle while searching for the Horcruxes. It was stronger than tea but had little to none, of the addictive reactions of the pepper up potions. After sipping the coffee and setting it down, He sighed as he carefully turned another page of the book. He cast the charm once again, read a sentence or two then laid the book on the table before running his hands through his graying hair in a lost and exasperated motion.

For someone who was supposed to be in his prime as a wizard Harry looked a little worse for ware. His long graying hair hung over his scared face hiding not only his lightning bolt but also several other scars that had come with years of battle. The long jagged one along his left cheek was a constant reminder to duck faster and his mangled nose was a hint to not rule out muggle fighting during a magical battle. Harry no longer looked at magic as light and dark. Magic was magic; it was the intent of the caster that made the wizard good or evil. Harry had long ago learned that while the darker spells were sometimes deadly and gruesome many of them were handy when dealing with someone that wanted to kill you. The first life Harry had taken was still a constant bother to him, but there had been no choice either it was that or watch the love of his life die. Harry leaned back in the chair rubbing his eyes as his thought s once again drifted back to that day in his early 20's...

FLASHBACK

Harry stood not 20 feet from where the death eater was holding a knife to Hermione's throat. His wand raised, his eyes shot to Ron, he couldn't help he was unconscious and several feet away. If he took his wand off this death eater to check on Ron this death eater might use the opportunity to kill Hermione, they were at an impasse. The death Eaters cohorts were also incapacitated; it was just the three of them. This one had gotten the jump on Ron first then Hermione by playing opossum. The three of them had been searching the downed death eaters and binding them one by one for the Aurora's. As Hermione was just nearing him, he sprang to his feet and had the knife to her throat before she could react. As Harry spun at Hermione's strangled sounds, Ron aimed his wand but fell from a spell shot by his quicker opponent's wand. Luckily for the Death Eater Hermione had dropped her wand as he caught her of guard. The Death Eater kept his gaze and wand firmly trained on Harry using Hermione as a body shield, the knife still at her throat.

"Drop the wand Potter or watch your precious mudblood die!" The Death Eater Threatened. "No! If I do you'll kill us both anyway." using the little Legitimacy he new he sent a message to Hermione. Mione when I give the signal, you drop and roll to your left.
"Understood!" Hermione sent back.

"Let her go and you won't wake up in ST. Mungos!" Harry growled. "You think I fear you Potter ha! Don't make me laugh. Every Death Eater, even the newest recruit, knows that all the order does is stun. The worse that will happen to me is I'll be thrown into Azkaban which will mean I'll be back in the Dark Lord's service within the month."

As the Death Eater finished his statement Harry sent, "Now!" via legilimency, to Hermione. At almost the same moment Harry bellowed, "REDUTO MAXIMUS!" feeding every bit of power and emotion he had into the spell. Hermione had dropped so suddenly the death eater didn't have time to react he was not expecting such a ploy. Too late, he registered what Harry had yelled and looked up in time to see a red pulsing orb of energy speeding towards his chest. The explosion was deafening, Hermione was sparred most of the blast because Harry had ensured she rolled in the direction of a small hole made by the magical battle that had taken place earlier. The force of the spell rushed over her as it erased all traced of the death eater that had been holding her hostage. Something wet and sticky rained down on her and it took a moment for her to realize what it was. The moment she did, rolled her body once again, this time into a sitting position and became sick for several moments, then squeezed her eyes shut trying to block out the smell of vomit and flesh on the ground nearby. Later she would tell Harry it was one of the most disgusting moments in her life.

When her stomach seemed to calm, she looked up at Harry and had to fight down the rest of her lunch as she took in the sight. Harry was standing exactly where he had been only now he was covered head to toe in small bits of flesh and blood. The ground surrounding the spot where she had been was covered in the same matter and it moved outward in a circular pattern. Harry looked to Hermione who was staring at him intently. "Are you all right love, did you catch any of the blast, did he hurt you at all?" Harry's questions came so fast she didn't have a chance to respond. She sent him; I'm alright Harry, nodding her head at the same time, not trusting to open her mouth at that moment. He nodded back, a moment later his eyes rolled back into his head and he fainted.

There had been a major stink raised about Harry offing the death eater but when it came down to it the Wizengamot couldn't put Harry away for self defense. The only thing Harry had said during the whole process was, "If you want to lock me up for protecting myself then fine do it. But I will not apologize for defending myself, my fiancé or my friend. If I had it to do over again, I would make the same choice." When the not guilty verdict came back the press had eaten it up.

The official statement of the Wizengamot and the Ministry was, "While we don't condone what Mr. Potter has done we understand that certain allowances are going to have to be made, in these troubling times."

Harry, on the other hand, had done something completely out of character and made a counter statement to the press. "When you are being attacked by a powerful wizard like Voldemort (though the reporter had typed you know who in his statement) and his ARMY of death eaters the only thing you can call it is war. He is threatening genocide against all muggles, muggle born, and half bloods. Also they consider any non-human race inferior, I am certain they wouldn't hesitate to kill them as well. The Ministry needs to declare open war against Voldemort and let him know we are not going to allow this. We must band together there are more of us than there are Death Eaters. And to all those unable or unwilling to join the fight I offer this advice. Travel in groups, keep your friends close, have an escape plan, be prepared, and know that if you get in a fight they will not think twice about killing you, your family, and anyone that stands in their way." This was the last statement Harry would make to the press for a long time.

End Flashback

Harry looked at the piles of books surrounding him and sighed once again. It had been 14 years since he had defeated Tom Riddle. History had proclaimed him a hero and savior. He had been awarded Order of Merlin 1st class and offered any position in the Ministry and/or any with the International council of Wizards he wanted. He had turned it all down. He was alone and tired living in the small apartment for single teachers at Hogwarts. His eyes turned to an old photograph hanging on the wall. The picture was the entire Weasley clan, Hermione, Harry, Remus, Tonks, Mad Eye Moody and Professor McGonagall. Colin Creevy had snapped the picture, the day of Harry's Graduation. That day was also special to Harry because it was the day he had asked for Hermione's hand in marriage.

Three days later Colin had been killed along with his family. Harry sighed looking at the photo and he thought of those not pictured that should have been. Dumbledore, Sirius, and Hagrid, all three of them had been killed while he was attending school. He also remembered the days that each person in that photo fell, all of them were dead except him. The Weasley's had been killed minus, Ron about 13 years later before Christmas. Ron had been in hiding with Harry and Hermione and they were all on their way to the Burrow when they received the word. Author, Molly and the others had refused to go into hiding. Molly Weasley had said, "This is our home and we will not be kept out of it by anyone."

Ron had followed within 2 years trying to avenge his family. After Ron's death, Hermione's family had come out of hiding for his funeral, only to be attacked and killed on the way there. Hermione and Harry had become closer and closer finding solace in each other after each loss. Until one day the mysterious death of there child drove Hermione to a place where Harry couldn't go, inside herself. The two of them had a major blow out in which she blamed him for many things, things Harry could not have controlled. She left while he slept in the early hours of the morning, taking nothing but her cloak. They found her body five weeks later badly abused. Harry refused to listen, as they tried to tell him what had been done to her. He didn't need to hear, he kept telling the healer, he needed to see to know for himself. He knew well enough the methods of death eater tortures but he needed to know it was actually her. The thing that enraged him was the small M branded on her forehead. The fool had practically told him who had done this to her, with Lucious Malfoy dead it could only have been one person. Draco Malfoy' s death was slow and painful. It was the closest Harry every came to "going dark" as they called it.

His eyes settle on Remus and Tonks they along with McGonagall had been killed at their wedding the same year Harry had graduated. Mad Eye had survived all the way to the final battle somehow and fallen to a junior death eater that snuck up behind him. It would have been comical if he hadn't been the last friend Harry had left. The old Auror who constantly barked "CONSTANT VIGILANCE" caught off guard because he was making sure Harry was doing all right. In one instant, right after dropping another death eater Mad Eye had turned to check on Harry, the next moment he was falling over dead. The battle had raged for five days, until Harry sent a Message to Tom challenging him to a formal duel. Harry was secure in the knowledge that all of Toms Horcruxes were destroyed and that he was ready. Harry proposed that the two of them meet and duel to the death. Those siding with the loser would swear a public wizards oath to surrender to those sided with the winner.

The duel had been a fantastic and deadly display of power, speed and knowledge rocketing back and forth. No seconds were chosen because no one else could stand against either of them. The two most powerful wizards in the world were in a duel to decide the fate of all. It lasted exactly twelve hours and 23 minutes. Then Harry did something completely unexpected. He feigned right then moved left, Tom had throne a stunner at him to the left Harry had erected a small skin tight absorption shield, then fell after the stunner hit him making it appear the he had been hit. Tom began to laugh and lowered his guard, the moment he did Harry rolled and cast a cutting Hex straight at his neck it sped true and struck home slicing his head off and downing the most evil man the world had known. It was a rather anticlimactic ending for Tom Riddle, and Harry hoped that being fooled by a childish stunt like that had burned Tom all the way to hell. But there had been a terrible price. A little over 100 years of war all total including both wars, and more than three quarters of the planets population dead. Many magical races were now extinct.

Werewolves had been hunted down and killed by both sides. Vampires were kill by the dozens, and centaurs had been hunted down simply for remaining neutral, as had most of the goblins. House elves had been destroyed for rising in a small and unsuccessful revolt, and the planet also showed signs of damage from the war.

Harry stoked the fire once more and put on his thick everyday cloak. With the world on the verge of a second Ice Age, extreme cold was the only enemy left to fight. About six weeks before the final battle Tom had performed a rare and obscure ritual in the frozen Arctic of the north then another in Antarctica. Essentially he had done what environmentalist the world over had feared for decades. He had begun a melting of the polar ice, only it was suspected something had gone wrong with the ritual. No one was exactly sure what ritual he had performed or what it was supposed to do and at the time no one was paying attention with the war on so many fronts, so Tom disappearing for a while went unnoticed. But the temperature in the frozen areas had been slowly rising while the temperature of the rest of the world had been slowly going down. Unfortunately it was such a slow process that no one noticed until it was too late. The currents of the Oceans were changed because of a major influx of fresh water. As the climate of the Earth changed researchers everywhere scrambled to discover the cause in the sudden 40-degree temperature drop around the globe. All in all Voldemort had insured victory should he loose no one would known how to reverse the effects save him, and for once the bastard had not bragged about having a ace up his sleeve. Harry realized when he was told what was happening that he had killed the man too quickly. Tom had decided on the off chance that Harry did defeat him, that if he couldn't rule the world no one would. As he stepped outside into the frigid air a trilling note met him and Fawkes swooped down and perched on his shoulder.

Harry gave a slight smile before his customary dark foreboding look returned. "Nothing yet my friend I am beginning to think the only way to stop this from happening; is to stop this from happening."

Fawkes tilted his head and gave Harry a Quizzical look.

Harry actually chuckled at that if anyone had seen him they would have assumed hell had frozen over (If it hadn't already). "Yes I am starting to sound more and more like that barmy old codger. I could really use his wisdom now. What I meant was time travel old Friend, I think I am going to have to go to the past and change history in order to save us." Harry sighed wearily as he leaned against a snow covered low wall looking out over the snow covered yards of Hogwarts, a strange sight for mid August to some but not Harry, not anymore. "Once again it's Harry Potter to the rescue Fawkes. You want to tag along if I find away to pull this off?"

The old Phoenix titled his head and trilled a few notes before nuzzling Harry

"I know foolish question as if you had anything better to do." Harry reached into his robes and withdrew his pipe placing it in his teeth as he retrieved a small pouch from the other side of his robes. He pinched his fingers within the bag and extracted a small clump of multi-colored herbs. As he stuffed the pipe and lit it wandlessly he glanced over at the glaring phoenix. "I know I really will quit, someday. But it relaxes me and helps me think so please, not today" Harry responded to the shrill note and accusatory look from Fawkes. Sighing out a puff of smoke he concentrated at the last second the waft of smoke formed into the three marauders in their animal forms. Padfoot, Moony and Prongs ran playful circles around each other ending in a heap as the illusion faded. Harry, having let his thoughts wander to brighter days caught himself, and his thoughts returned to pouring over the mountain of books he had read. Somewhere in them had to be some work on time travel.

Suddenly Harry stopped in mid puff; any one who saw him would have thought he was frozen. Harry's eye's bugged open and he ran back into his room with Fawkes trailing after. As he hurried to his desk he banished his still smoking pipe to a near bye ashtray. Harry picked through the stack of books on his desk, then the one on his table followed by several on the floor until he found the one he needed on a book shelf in the sitting room. Harry read the cover once more to be sure he had the right book. "Can You Spare The Time; The Complete Definitive Work On Time Travel And All Its Possible Consequences; by Nicholas Flammel hopefully Harry would find everything he needed to know in this one book inheriting Dumbledore' s library never seemed as useful as it did in this moment. Harry sat down at his desk Banishing the all the other into a neat pile nearby. He summoned parchment, ink and more coffee and his pipe this time the smoke formed into a column similar to that of the Hogwarts express as he settled in for a long night.

A/N:Fox: Wolf do you think they'll be kind to me, the readers I mean? After all this is my first Fic refurbished or not!

Wolf: Well Fox, I'm sure they'll like it just fine. Just remember if anyone flames us we can always have a barbecue to celebrate. And remember to tell them that we are only following cannon to book five for Harry's history. And that this is a rewrite of our friend shadow's work.

Fox: Ok so we get the credit and he gets the credit…? Fox feeling a little fuzzy from lack of sleep and too much caffiene

Wolf: We get the credit for finishing it, he gets the credit for the original plot bunny, and j.k. Rowling gets the credit for World creation. And don't forget to ask if anyone would like to beta for us!

Fox: But….but I'm the co author slash beta…whimpers and pokes out lower lip

Wolf: Your also bias since you ARE the co-author ..now say goodnight Fox

Fox: Good night all! Fox Blowz a kiss to all the adoring fans as she walks to bed

Wolf: urns back to the audience shaking his head Now everybody, the first couple chapters here should pump out pretty quick after that were gonna try to keep a some what weekly update schedule.

Fox: yells interrupting from the bedroom Not if I don't get sex twice as much! I'm not cheap laber you know!

Wolf: Quiet You!! Or I won't let you do that thing you like to do. Shakes finger in direction of bedroom

Fox: AAWWE!!

Wolf: Well, goodnight now, don't forget to review. Turns around and yells Role credits harry!

Harry: You got it Wolf!!

Credits: This is a throw back to Bobmin and Alyx we love you guys! And to all those out there that have ever played Larp or D&D ! Ha'za!!