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The end or the beginning?

Bodies.

That was all that surrounded the remains of Hogwarts. It rained blood and poured over the remaining survivors who were gasping for breath. A strike of lightning repeatedly hit the ground where the war had both started and begun. The small group of ten slowly moved towards the spot to see who was the victor. The members of the ministry that had not been called into the battle arrived to a scene of utmost terror and distress.

A large area surrounding the lightning bolt was burned charcoal black and was too hot for anyone to step on. The group remained motionless, waiting for any news from within the invisible enclosure. Stones from the castle walls tumbled to the ground giving up their fight to stay intact. A warm humidity made the stench from the blood and bodies unbearable, making newly arrived people cover their mouths and noses to breath. But for those who had witnessed the fight it was just as normal to them as fresh air.

"What happened here?" Whispered a ministry official who had just arrived to silence.

"The wards broke around mid day. They swarmed. They fought. We died." A small witch replied, her golden brown hair soaked and dyed blood red. Two small lines down her face showed where her tears ran down her face, cut through the blood that masked her face.

"And you are?"

"Granger, Hermione Granger."

"Mr Potters friend?"

"Yes." She whispered.

The man asked no more questions, and preceded to look around at the bodies. A small glint of silver caught his eye among the sea of red. He moved over towards it and turned the body to which the silver belonged over. Albus Dumbledore. He gasped and made a silent prayer for the fallen headmaster. Hope inside him was fading fast and he did not wish to find out the owners of the bodies around him. He instead moved towards the castle.

The castle that once magnificently stood here now lay in ruin. He moved through what used to be the entrance hall. The grand oak doors lay in shattered pieces before a clump of small bodies. On closer observation he found that it was the bodies of first through to forth years who had been in the great hall most likely to hide from the war that was raging outside. A teddy half soaked in blood half covered in wood rested at his feet, a hand clutched on to it cut away from the owners body which sat merely feet away. A young girl barely four, most likely a daughter of one of the teachers. It made him sick to the gut.

A loud commotion suddenly erupted in the silence that had blocked his ears.

"Someone's coming!"

"Who is it?" He shouted racing over to the crowd that had gathered.

"We cant see." came the reply.

When he reached the scene he saw a small figure stumbling through the cloud of smoke that the lightning had left behind.

"HELP!"

A/N: there may or may not be another chapter it depends if people want me to. So if you want me to add another chapter please review and let me know, I need five reviews at least then I will continue.