Disclaimer: I DO NOT and never will own the rights to the Harry Potter world or the characters or concepts within the universe of such.

A/N: I have not written in 10 years and I am curious to see if I still have the gift so this is a possible continuation/sequel to Vacant Emeralds. I'm not entirely sure where this will be going, only that it is AU. Please review and tell me if I should even bother. Thank you in advance.

The night was still, moonless, and so dark that there seemed to be a loss of senses as the lightlessness seemed tangible. The stars were absent and there was an uneasiness in the air as if the total lack of senses from the complete pitch of black was harboring something sinister. The forest was home to some of the more ferocious beings known to the wizarding world, whether they knew it or not, and even those creatures that would have little to fear felt a sense of foreboding. There was a change in the wind, something not of this world was coming.

In the absolute of the dark the flash of light that came was blinding and it was gone as quick as it had appeared. The only signs that it had even happened lay in the form of the lump of robes that lay unmoving on the ground and the scorched trees that surrounded the figure.

What felt like an eternity, but was merely minutes, passed before there was any movement or signs of life. The bundle of robes made a soft groaning sound followed by a sharp cry of pain. The curious creatures watching hidden in the trees flinched at the unexpected sound. They felt a wave of unimaginable power but could not bring themselves to flee, they were entranced, some unknown force keeping them there, watching and waiting.

Emerald eyes that seemed to glow in the night slowly opened and showed themselves as what now showed to be a man lifted his head and took in his reality. He didn't know where he was, that much was obvious as confusion showed in his expressive eyes. His expression became pained as he attempted to move and noticed that his injuries were healed but still sore. How? And where? When, even. That was all Harry could think thru his clouded mind before he slumped back onto the ground understanding, though still hoping, that he had not died. The magic had truly been too much to let him have the peace he so desperately wanted. Or had it? Maybe the afterlife wasn't what he thought but maybe... Just maybe. He knew he was foolish to hope but he couldn't help it. Didn't he deserve to have something he truly wanted for once in his life. Was that really too much to ask for? Somehow he knew it was. He succumbed to the darkness of unconsciousness once more, not seeing the pairs of curious eyes watching and deciding.