A/N: Hello this is my first official fanfiction. i would like to thank my beta Amy-- for the excellent work and i would beg you all to write feedback and stick with me as most probably i would only update in weekends ( Friday/Saturday) This Fanfiction is post HBP and it is not like DH so this is right after HBP finishes. This is my version of the seventh year

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The Fight Against All Evil

Chapter 1
Lost All


There was not a single voice heard in the packed meeting room, in which a group of people sat squeezed inside the old castle, like Malfoy Manor.

It was as if the sound of breathing itself would be their death sentence. At the centre of the table sat a man very unlike the people surrounding him. This particular man in question was as less human as you can imagine anyone to be. None of the others seemed to be plucky enough to look at him. One might say it is because of his flared up nostrils, inhuman looking lips or cat-like features. Others who knew him well would say that the reason was because he happened to be the darkest wizard that was known to wizardkind. The man looked up from gazing at his own wand at the sound of footsteps approaching. All the others looked meekly at the door as if expecting someone to enter.

The door opened and three men, one woman and a young boy of about seventeen entered. The boy looked as if he had been dragged all the way. He was being pulled by his sleek blonde hair, and his usually-smug face was filled with fear. His captive was a greasy-haired and sallow-skinned cloaked wizard with fathomless black eyes. On his right stood an extremely alike-looking witch and wizard, and on his left was another inhuman-looking being. He was covered in dirt, blood and sweat.

The man in the centre of the table spoke in a cold merciless voice, “News?”

“The best! Albus Dumbledore is dead!” answered the captor who was holding the boy.

There was a chorus of cheers that rang through out the table and even the cat like man smirked before saying, “Then might I ask you; why, Severus, are you here? You should be in mourning with the rest of the order. Unless you have given up your role as the spy …?” The former asked.

“My lord, things didn’t go according to the plan. The boy panicked at the last moment, and wasn’t able to do it. So according to the latter, plan I had to do it,” Severus Snape replied

“Tut, tut. Like father like son, I see. Wasn’t the murder of your father enough to teach you a lesson? But you panicked and thus, you thwarted Lord Voldemort. You failed the mission Draco, and you shall feel my wrath,” Voldemort said quietly.

He flicked his wand and the table was gone, leaving an empty space inside the circle, around which the men were gathered. Voldemort beckoned Snape to take the boy to the middle of the circle and then sit down. Snape and the rest of the men did as they were told. Lord Voldemort stood up from the chair on which he was sitting, raised his wand, and said quietly, but clearly, “Crucio!”

Immediately, Malfoy fell to the ground and started screaming and writhing, as if he was being tormented by thousands of invisible knives. After some time, Voldemort lifted the curse and said, “Draco; now you are going to go and join the old fool you hesitated to murder.”

“No!” said a woman who was huddled in the corner. “My Lord, please have mercy. Don’t kill my son … My only son!” she begged and looked meaningfully at Voldemort, then at Snape.

Voldemort raised his wand and, ignoring her protests, pointed the wand right at Draco’s chest. As his lips parted someone else spoke.

“If I may speak, My Lord,” said Severus Snape in a low drawling voice, “I made an unbreakable vow to Narcissa here that I would protect her son. So My Lord, I beg of you; kill her, instead of Draco. Then the vow will also be finished, and you can break Draco down bit by bit. Most of him would be gone after seeing his mother’s death. I am sure it would be more painful than being subjected to the Dementor’s Kiss.” And with that, he gave a small laugh and smirked.

“Yes … yes that’s quite an idea Severus,” said Voldemort, also smiling a toothless smile, “Incarcerous!”

There was a flash of white light from Voldemort’s wand as his curse hit Draco right in the chest, and white ropes bound him thoroughly. Then, with another flick of his wand, Voldemort conjured up a chair out of thin air, and with a last flick, floated Draco into it. He turned his wand at Narcissa and said, “Narcissa if you want to save his skin, enter the circle.”

Narcissa hurried to stand in front of the circle, knowing that death was approaching. Voldemort raised his wand and said “Crucio!”

Just like her son, Narcissa too screamed and writhed in agony, as Voldemort once again raised his wand. “Avada-”

He was cut off again by Snape, who said, “I beg, My Lord, that you leave her to me. I have an old score with the Blacks, and certainly with Lucius”

Voldemort lowered his wand slightly and, after a brief pause, said, “Sure Severus … do the honours.” And with that, he sat back in his chair, and his snake like face contorted into a twisted smile.

Snape got up, stood straight in front of Narcissa, and told her to stand facing Draco; she did as she was bid. Snape raised his wand and screamed, “Sectumsempra!”

Blood gushed out of Narcissa’s body as if an invisible sword had been run through her. Snape stepped aside as Draco watched his mother die for him, with a kind smile. He felt as if his heart had burst open, watching as the last person who had loved him, died slowly and painfully in front of him, making him an orphan. Draco cried out, but the only thing which greeted him was shrieks of cruel laughter from Voldemort and his death eaters.

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[i]Chapter 2: The Entry to the other world

Fifteen miles away from Malfoy Manor in the muggle world, where all was quiet and everyone was sleeping, one boy lay on his bed reading

Ray was interrupted by a knock in the door.

'Ray Lunch is ready,' Said his mom

'Okay Mom,' Ray replied and headed downstairs. His mom was there serving Lunch.
There was a rattle in the post box.
'Ray the post is here. can you get it please dear?'
'Ok mom.' Ray walked out and brought in the post.
'Hey there is a letter for me.' said Ray
'who is it from?'
Ray glanced at the envelope. It said:

Mr. Ray Wells
The Top Bedroom
Villa Residence
Peter’s wood
London.

'i dont know,'

Ray kept the letters in the table and he opened his letter and read aloud:

Dear Mr. Wells,
We are pleased to inform you that you have secured a place in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We also would like to inform you that even though you are a late bloomer (they are rare), you will be starting in your seventh year at Hogwarts. The head-boy and -girl will help you catch up in the studies you have missed, and the Headmistress will educate you personally, and tell you more about the wizarding world. If you choose to accept your place at Hogwarts, please send the answer by the return owl. We will then send someone to pick you up and take you to Diagon Alley. You will be catching your school train on September the first.
With best wishes,
Deputy Headmaster,
Professor Filius Flitwick

His mother grabbed the letter and threw it. Then ordered Ray into the bedroom without any lunch. A surprised Ray walked away lost in his thoughts.


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Chapter 3
The Flight
The Happy glow of the lamp that was filling Ray’s bedroom was completely different to the dim torchlight of number four, Privet Drive. The ‘normal’ people living in the house were also up, and instead of electricity, they were using torches to light the house. As Vernon Dursley stood glaring upstairs, his hands in his hips, and his bony wife and large son behind him, a skinny dark-haired boy of about seventeen came downstairs; on his forehead was a lightning-shaped scar which he was clutching.

“Where the devil are they boy?” Vernon roared as his nephew came downstairs with a luggage trunk, a caged owl and a broomstick.

“I told you, I don’t know! They should be here any minute; it’s just that they have to check for a lot of things before they come,” Harry Potter replied angrily, and looked through the open window at the sky. As if answering to his glance, eleven people flew in from the window of Privet Drive, all of whom looked wind-swept and tired. They dismounted their broomsticks and Harry saw them properly; first was his old and war-beaten, disfigured ex-Professor, Mad-Eye Moody. Next to him was the bold and kindly Kingsley Shackelbolt, who was followed shortly by the twins, Fred and George Weasley. On Kingsley’s right was a ragged-looking Remus Lupin who beamed at Harry. On Lupin’s left was a slightly scarred Bill Weasley, and on his left, a balding, but friendly, Arthur Weasley. Behind him stood a bubblegum pink-haired woman who was also beaming at Harry, who said cheerfully, “Wotcher, Harry!”
Bringing up the rear was Dedalus Diggle, Elphias Doge and Hestia Jones who all smiled politely, and Dedalus took his hat off at the sight of Harry.

Harry looked around at the visitors and smiled mildly. Mad-eye Moody walked towards Harry and shook his hand. “Hello Potter; we will explain to you the plan once more,” he said, not unkindly, and nodded towards the crumpled Dursleys.

“Dedalus, Hestia and Elphias will take your relatives to safety. They will be driving, of course, and they will be leaving now when twelve, midnight strikes in ten minutes. We will wait for their sign to start our journey.
“You better start now,” he finished, nodding at the three of them.

Dedalus, Hestia and Elphias straightened up and nodded curtly at the Dursleys. The three Dursleys looked at Harry, and he looked back at them tensely. Eventually, Dudley broke the awkward silence. He walked up to Harry and said, “Harry I am really sorry for all the trouble I gave you, and thanks for saving all our lives.” And with that, Dudley hugged Harry.

At first, Harry was taken aback, but he recovered when Dudley broke the hug. “It’s okay, Big D! I hold no grudges,” Harry replied and looked steadily at his Uncle and Aunt. Uncle Vernon only nodded, and started walking towards the car, closely followed by Dudley. Aunt Petunia said quietly “Well, bye then. Look after yourself.” And she too followed her husband and son out to the garden. Dedalus, Hestia and Elphias followed suit, and in about five minutes, they have taken off in the car.

“We better leave now too,” Mad-eye said, looking at the pendulum clock in the hall. It was just approaching twelve o’ clock.

As they all mounted their brooms, it happened all of a sudden. With sudden cracks and whirls of robes, a dozen cloaked figures appeared in the room. Harry turned around to see Mad Eye, Mr. Weasley, Lupin and Kingsley drawing their wands and standing in front of him.

Mad Eye and Bill both urged Harry to leave, so he kicked off from the ground hard and flew into the air. Harry saw that Bill was right behind him, shooting curses at the death eaters who were sending curses back at them. Fred and George were flying on either side of Harry, sending stunners at death eaters. Right in front of him, Tonks has sent a talking patronus, which Harry was sure was to be asking for reinforcements from the Order, but they all kept flying. As Harry turned back, he saw that the four members of the Order were all fighting three death eaters at once, and soon he lost sight of them. His guard kept circling him as they flew over the streets and approached the Burrow in Ottery St. Catchpole, all landing on their feet. Mrs. Weasley was running towards them, shortly followed by, Harry saw with a giant leap of his heart, Ginny.

“Oh thank Goodness you are safe Harry, dear!” said Mrs. Weasley, embracing him.

There were four cracks, and Harry saw the twins, Bill and Tonks disapparate. Mrs. Weasley ushered him inside, and Harry walked into the sitting room, where he found himself locked in a bone-crushing hug from Hermione.

“Hermione,” Harry said weakly.

“Oh Harry, you’re safe,” said Hermione, releasing him. Harry moved a little and found himself face-to-face with Ron.

“Hi mate, glad to see you made it!” Ron said cheerfully, but Harry didn’t smile. He looked at Mrs. Weasley, who was looking questionably at him.

“Harry, where are the others?” Mrs. Weasley asked. Harry collapsed in the sofa and told them what happened. Mrs. Weasley rushed to inform some other Order members, leaving Harry with Ron, Hermione and Ginny. They talked a little worriedly, and then shortly after, fell into a fretful sleep.

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Chapter 4
A Loss

There was a shattering of glass and Harry awoke with a start. He looked up drowsily, curious to find what had caused the disturbance. He felt Ron, Hermione and Ginny rise up on either side of and behind him. Fred and George both were sitting wordlessly in the spotless floor of the Burrow’s lounge, and Bill was weeping silently as he stood leaning against the wall. It was Tonks who had caused the glass to shatter as she apparated.

“What Happened?” Mrs. Weasley asked as she came bustling out of the kitchen. Bill wept more when he saw Mrs. Weasley, and Harry saw that Tonks was sobbing silently too. Both the twins remained mute.

Mrs. Weasley flung her arms around Bill, handed him a tissue and asked gently, “What Happened Bill?”

Slowly, Bill put his wand to his temple and withdrew a silvery substance, which Harry knew as a memory. He emptied it into a tiny bottle and corked it, and he too fell into the floor. Mrs. Weasley said, “Harry dear, can you please get the pensieve from the attic? There is a secret room; it has my brother, Fabian’s, most prize possessions. Ron, show him up.”

Harry obliged. As he and Ron climbed the stairs mutely, he saw Fleur run forwards and fling her arms around her fiancé, and Mrs. Weasley was interrogating a sobbing Tonks.

Harry and Ron reached the attic silently, where Ron said some words to a door and it opened. They both entered a dark room, and Ron lifted a lantern. Harry gasped in exclamation. It was a beautiful room, very much like the Headmasters office in Hogwarts. He gazed at the red carpet and gold painted walls. On small tables stood neat instruments and on the largest one there was a Pensieve, accompanied by a dozen memories. Harry lifted the Pensieve and proceeded outside, before Ron locked the room with different words, and both went downstairs.

It seemed that Mrs. Weasley still didn’t know what had happened yet, as she paced up and down the room. Fleur was comforting Bill, but Fred and George were not there. Tonks sat weeping silently by the fire, and Hermione and Ginny looked as restless as Mrs. Weasley. Harry placed the pensieve on the table, and Mrs. Weasley motioned for Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione to gather round her; they all dived in.

Bill had apparated back to Privet Drive. Harry saw that five hooded figures were down, but eight more were fighting. He saw that they were Macnair, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, Yaxley, Travers and Harry saw, with deep hatred, the hooked-nose greasy-haired form of Severus Snape.

Harry saw that Mad-Eye was fighting the Lestrange Brothers both at once, and Lupin was interlocked in battle with Macnair and Lucius Malfoy, both of whom were trying to surround him. Travers and Yaxley were fighting Mr. Weasley, and Kingsley Shackelbolt was fighting a losing battle against Bellatrix and Snape. Bill ran to aid Moody and started battling Rabastan, while Tonks ran towards Macnair, sending curses. She and Lupin were in some sort of Tag Team against Macnair and Malfoy. Fred ran to the aid of his father and interlocked Yaxley in a battle, and George was fighting Bellatrix now.

The battle went on. The Order and death eaters alike were refusing to give up.

After some time, Harry saw that Mad-Eye and Bill had won the fight against the two Lestranges, and he also saw that Macnair was down too, but Lucius was in a handicap against Lupin and Tonks. He also saw Snape hit Kingsley with Sectumsempra, and Kingsley fell. Now George was locked in battle.

All of a sudden, it happened. The death eaters who were standing clutched their left forearm, grabbed all the fallen ones they could, and disapparated.

Snape has sent a last killing curse at George, and as the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione watched, it seemed as if it were set in slow motion: Mr. Weasley dived in front of George, and as the curse hit him squarely in the chest, he was sent flying. He landed on Aunt Petunia’s mantelpiece, lifeless.

Harry felt as the world had ended as he saw Remus and Mad-Eye pick up Kingsley and apparate him to St. Mungos. They returned for Mr. Weasley’s body, and took it to be officially clarified as dead. Harry felt himself being pulled back into the Burrow.

Ron was pouring silent tears as Hermione and Ginny sobbed uncontrollably. Harry felt hot tears fall down his own cheeks. Mrs. Weasley was trembling.

“A-Arthur …” she said, and then looked at the room at large and asked, “Arthur is dead?’

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Chapter 5
Despair and Back Together

“Arthur is dead.”
These words seem to haunt Harry as he climbed the stairway to his bedroom. Mrs. Weasley had taken the news far better than any of them could have hoped; she did crack when she first heard the news of her beloved husband’s death, and she had collapsed into a chair, crying herself hoarse. But after some time, she had collected herself and comforted Ginny and Ron, both of whom were sobbing uncontrollably.

After what seemed like two hours, they were all told to get back to bed. Fred and George had not yet appeared and everyone was starting to get worried. Bill has gone to retrieve Mr. Weasley’s body, Ron had gone to bed, his eyes bloodshot from crying, and Hermione has disappeared too.

Harry walked upstairs and opened the door of Ron’s room, poking his head round it. He found Ron sleeping in his bed (which was next to Harry’s old one) and hugging Hermione, as they both lay sleeping.

Harry grinned in spite of the bitter sadness he was feeling, and closed the door. He made his way to Fred and George’s old room, as the twins were staying in Charlie’s room. Harry was just entering the room, when he heard loud sobbing from next-door. He looked sideways and found it was Ginny. Harry pushed the door open and entered, and found Ginny sitting in her bed and crying bitterly. Harry sat next to her and put his arms round her.

“Ginny,” he said softly, “Ginny, please calm down. Please. He wouldn’t have wanted you to be like this. You were his most beloved daughter. You are his baby child. If he was here, he would completely lose it if he saw you like this. Please Ginny.”

Ginny looked up. Her eyes were the same as Ron’s; bloodshot, and her long red hair was messy. She gave a little smile.

“Wow! I didn’t know you were a good counsellor,” she said playfully.

“Oh yeah, your case is always different,” Harry replied with the same tone. He kissed her gently on her lip, and she replied with more enthusiasm and kissed him passionately. They sat like that for sometime, and then broke off. Ginny fell asleep while Harry comforted her. Harry too fell asleep on the sofa in Ginny’s room with a mixture of feelings: guilt, because he was giving away her protection, and joy because she was back with him.


Chapter 6
Uncle Moony

Harry awoke the following morning as the sun’s rays stole through the open window and flashed on his face. He opened his eyes and saw the most beautiful thing he had ever known; Ginny was still sleeping peacefully. Harry went up to her and kissed forehead, then walked out of the room, and took a shower and got ready. He walked out of his room and downstairs, where he was surprised to find that the room was full. Tonks, Mad-Eye and Lupin were seated there, and so were Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Fleur, Ron and Hermione.

“Hello Harry,” said Lupin as he walked in. He was bearing signs of the battle.

“Hi,” Harry replied, and sat down in a chair next to Lupin.

“Mornin’ ‘Arry, dear,” said Mrs. Weasley in a weak voice. It seemed she had been crying.

“Morning Mrs. Weasley.”

“Potter, we were discussing when you came, the condition of Kingsley,” Moody told him.

“Oh,” Harry said. He was about to ask what happened when he remembered Sectumsempra was used on him. “How is he?”

“Between life and death. We took too much time taking him, and he is in a really bad condition,” Lupin said sadly, “Which brings us to what we were discussing. The healers have done all they can, but he lost too much blood. It’s muggle treatment that he needs now. We came here to ask Hermione to find a Muggle Doctor, who works in the injuries and respiration department, to help out. Does your father have any friends like that, Hermione?”

“Oh, you mean my uncle, Doctor Alfred? It’s good you thought about him. He’s dad’s best friend and he knows about wizards, so it won’t be hard persuading him. I’ll do it,” said Hermione.

“Well that settles matters. We should be going,” Moody said, rising to his feet.

“Harry, can I have a word?” said Lupin.

Harry was taken aback, but he followed Lupin out of the Burrow and into the broom cupboard he once spoken to Dumbledore in.

“Harry, there’s something you should know. Dumbledore didn’t want you to know last year, but now, as he is gone, I think it would be wise to tell you.
Harry, I am your second Godfather. Your father wrote in your legal documents that if anything happens to Sirius, I will be your godfather, meaning I am your legal guardian,” Lupin said.

Harry remained quiet as he took in the news, and he suddenly felt really happy. He said, “Why didn’t Dumbledore want me to know?”

“He thought you might behave rash at the idea of someone replacing Sirius,” Lupin replied.

“No. I’m actually delighted; it’s great to know that there’s still someone who is family,” mumbled Harry.

Lupin smiled again, and then said, “Harry, you can talk to me about anything. I will try to keep in contact with you, but I will still have to return to the werewolves, so I may not be a regular correspondent.”

“It’s okay, Professor,” Harry answered.

The smile faded from Lupin’s face. “Harry, I wish you would not call me that; I am not your professor. You can count me as a friend. Just call me Remus,” he said grimly.

“That’s just too absurd,” Harry said, stroking his chin, “Can I call you Uncle Moony, then?”

Lupin beamed, “Harry, that’s exactly what James wanted you to call me,” He said, and hugged Harry. “I must be going. Goodbye Harry.”

“Goodbye Uncle Moony,” Harry replied with a wink.

They both walked back to the Burrow. Remus left with the other Order members and left Harry to jovially remember that he still had what he could call a ‘parent’, and he was pleased that in this darkness, he still had ‘Uncle Moony’.

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Chapter 7
Truth Unveiled.

Two weeks later Ray woke up at the sound of knocking in his bedroom door. He got up and drowsily walked towards the door and opened it. Ray’s father Martin Wells was standing in the doorway. Ray was surprised as his father was gone on a voyage. His Father was a traveler.
‘Can I come in Ray?’ Martin asked. Ray nodded. Martin walked inside and sat on the bed and Ray sat next to him
‘Your Mother told me everything Ray,’ Martin said closely scanning Ray through his horn rimmed glasses.
Ray didn’t say anything but continued to look at his knees.
‘Ray I know about the wizarding world. I am one of the only non magical people who do,’ Martin said
Ray looked at his father, astonished.
‘How?’ He asked
‘Your mother, Ray is the only Non Magical person coming from a long line of Witches and Wizards. When she was about to marry me she told me everything. That day we went to her parent’s house and I made a close friend, Billius Weasley. Billius was a wizard but we remained good friend. I married your mother and later on one day when I was walking on the road I was attacked by a pack of magical people. Billius managed to come on that spot. And he saved me but during the fight he got badly injured and he died two weeks later. But after that I always had a soft spot for wizards. Now I know you are a wizard Ray. For me it’s a great honor to have a wizard but its not same for your mother. She has hated witches and wizard since she remembered herself because she could not be one. She never wanted to have anything to do with magic. She always hid her identity. She did not want to be known as a Weasley. I just want to tell you Ray that there might be some changes in your mother. For the time being I have convinced her about you going to Hogwarts,’
‘Thanks Dad,’ Said Ray and hugged his father tightly.

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