My first and probably only ever war fic and post hoggy fic. I dislike both. (Yeah so you're probly wondring why they are together.lol )
Anywhoo.

D/C JKR owns all HP ppl. Plot by me, ect.

This is going to be pure emotion and feeling. I hope you're going to get mad and frusterated at parts and be all, "No! They can't do that!" and whatnot. haha.
I know, the beginning whole chunk will be not as good. Mostly just info. But i have big plans for this. Im gonna slave over it. So i hope you like it!

The world can change
In The Blink Of An Eye

From their different places in the world, three twenty-year olds stare longingly at the sky. The stars twinkle as memories never to be relived. The moon weeps to them as the dark navy sky itself swallows their happiness in a sea of infinity. The three cherish the crisp wind as it slices through their cloths, for it may be the last peaceful night of their lives. Yes, the time has finally come and from their safe havens, the golden trio know not what will come of tomorrow. In fact, they don't even know if the sun will rise.
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Over the sleeping lands of Korea, Harry's emerald eyes no longer shine of longing to learn and love of life. Now they have a darker, deeper shine. A shine of hatred and excitement. He was not excited to go and lose his life, but to fight to save the Earth as he once knew it. He had prepared for this day to come since he first learned of magic. No one had actually thought this would arrive but Harry wanted it to. Somewhere deep in his hateful, smiting heart, he truly wanted this more than anything he had ever wanted in his life.
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Harry was tall and gangly. Every piece of clothing he owns is ripped. Every item he owns is hidden or broken. His jet-black hair was as unruly as ever. Not having seen a comb in years, it was nothing new. Harry's scar was broken open again and now throbbed with pain so often, he must ignore it or fall victim to insanity. His face was stony and etched in a permanent frown. He was covered in dirt and gashes. He was practically one giant, bleeding bruise. He appeared much older than his actual age reveal.
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Harry stood on the jagged rocks on the coastline. The wind from the ocean misted ice crystals into his shaggy black hair. His glasses long-gone, his eyes stung with the shards. But Harry ignored the pain like he had any most of his life. He turned his attention to the crashing, foaming waters in front of him. With each wave he felt another heartbeat wasted. His body was frozen in anticipation and his eyes were locked out to the shimmering waters that reflected the drowning moon, with laughter of waves distorting it.
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In the frigid grounds of Northern Asia, Hermione's long, curling brown hair flowed in the wind. The strands tangled and danced with the mournful air. Hermione stared into the sky until she could see nothing but the black behind the stars. In her mind, the stars were the only thing blocking the sky from coming down to take them all away from this hellhole they had to live in. Her eyes were no longer filled with joy and glory. They were faded and dull. Emotionless. She had lost her ability to feel emotions when the first attack came.
There were no more tears left in her dried eyes. Her body could feel no more pain. The numb from the cold didn't even touch her. She noticed nothing but her destination ahead. She wanted out of this.
She was no longer the intelligent, innocent girl her friends had once known. No, now Hermione was gone and could never change back.
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Hermione was tall and had a curvy body covered in scars and cuts. Her skin wrinkled into an emotionless face. Her cheeks no longer glowed pink or had their cheerful dimples. Her skin was pasty pale and smooth as silk. She looked like she had not seen sunlight in years.
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She stood on her balcony and looked down to the rolling ground below. The ice covered it and snow sparkled with every ounce of love that Hermione had lost. The magic her heart once held was now scattered among her fields. These frozen hills that would never thaw. She looked down into the ice until the blur of white overtook the void within her.
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Ronald Weasley's red hair hung into his eyes swaying with the cold night wind. His eyes wandered the sky with wonder. The sparkling eyes that used to whisper love and kindness, now shouted anticipation. He was always on the lookout. Never could you sneak up on him. He had a sixth sense for anyone within viewing range. He loved the thrill of the fear and the rush of adrenaline. He of course had wished this day would never have to come, but now that it had, he was going to love breaking every moment of it. A smile played at the corners of his lips until they twitched into a smirk.
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Ron was tall and muscled. He was no longer weak or wimpy. He was scared of nothing now. He had been through it all so he had nothing more to fear. He focused solely on his effort. Head to toe he displayed battle scars he was proud of. His freckles replaced by tan and burt skin, and his twig-like arms now strong and admirable. His eyes were always shining and his smile hardly ever left.
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He lay separated from the ones he loved, in the dark center of an Italian park. Buildings were shaded away by trees bordering his paradise. The benches lie scattered among the rolling hills. This only strip of land in the entire area was the salvation that would keep Ron sane. Shadows crawled over the dim grass as the first strip of pink broke the dark. Ron lay in peace and happiness as more rays of light shot into the night until the red hot sun glowed in front of him like the magic he once knew.
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Hope you liked the lil intro bit there. The first few chapters are gonna just be intro stuff before the good stuff starts. No flames please.