The scene before him flashed in his eyes, like a dream…or a nightmare. A nightmare that seemed to never end. Taking a faltering breath the boy blinked. Maybe it was all just a bad dream? He opened is crystalline eyes. It wasn’t. Good versus evil. Light against dark. The Order of the Phoenix confronting the Death Eaters. The war was evident. The line between the forces manifest. Though he himself wavered on that line. Where did he belong? **Banner by Andegora**