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Ch.1

BOOM!

BOOM!

The ground shook with a tremendous shake as a young man staggered along the street attempting to keep his balance.

A gas mask covered the face of the youth, with black hair that was sticking up in odd places as cold green eyes peered out from the mask, taking in their surroundings with a cold indifference, the young man proceeded to make his way over the piles of debris that littered the ground, his black, dragon skin battle robes with singed ends, trailed across the litter on the once beautiful cobblestone streets behind him.

BOOM!

The young man's head turned skywards in time to see a mushroom cloud rise slowly into the air, along the sky line of the city, which was nothing more now than crumbling heaps of buildings and other such things. He looked away again seemingly not affected by this strange occurrence, but more so, to seemingly ignore it. He had been told to look out upon the skyline of the city was something that people from around the world would come to see, although looking upon it now, and never really having remembered what the city had looked like in all its beauty, as he had been quite young, the young man simply wondered what would make people want to come and see something so horrendous as this.

BOOM!

He took off again at a faster pace climbing over debris, despite the grounds best efforts to knock him over, as bombs struck the ground and exploded with a vengeance. When war had broke out between wizards and muggles many years ago, the other muggle governments decided that this once beautiful country had become a threat to their way of living, and it was best to get rid of the threat while they had the chance, but this threat, as the muggles called it, just didn't seem to want to die, as it had been happening for as long as he could remember.

The youth continued to run, his robes flaring out behind him as he made his way over debris piles and through the barely standing buildings, running as fast as his legs could possibly take him, a broad sword hanging off his back, as the wind hurled up his robe enough to see a dagger attached to his belt.

Suddenly a man clad in black robes appeared before him with a sound akin to that of a muggle car backfiring. The young man skidded to a halt his eyes going wide at the sight of the man, as the black robed man ruby eyed man looked at him with a sneer on his face "Potter."

Harry lifted his the gas mask off his head, daring to breath in the toxic fumes that had become a natural part of the city, as surely he was in his final moments, there was no need for safety precautions. Harry Potter lifted his head high and called back "Voldemort"

BOOM!

Voldemorts deep ruby red eyes seemed to stare into Harry's soul, but quickly Harry put up shields in his mind and the feeling dissipated. A smirk crossed over Voldemorts face. " So Potter, it seems that your time here has come to an end, quite a waste too, you had such potential! It's such a pity that it has all come down to this, and now even having to depend on a small muggle device to keep you alive, such a waste you have become."

A light flared up in Harry's eyes as his eyes lingered on the gas mask residing in his hand. "It seems in the end though Tom after going through such trouble to fulfill your little fantasies, you destroyed a country that you had so desired to rule!." A bark of laughter left Harry's mouth "you have nothing but toxic cities that have been reduced to nothing but rubble, NOTHING! It seems that I am not the only one who is such a waste around here!"

Voldemorts face contorted in rage as he stared at the boy who dared to call him a waste. Him, the great lord voldemort who now ruled over this country, he would show the boy, he would learn his place!

But before Voldemort had a chance, there were more sounds of that akin to a muggle car backfiring, and he let a smirk cross his face, his loyal servants had finally decided to join him, in the execution of the great Harry Potter.

"My lord" they greeted as they dropped to their knees, heads down in what some would call respect and others fear. Before Potter had the chance to escape while he was distracted, he turned quickly and shouted "Petrificous Totalis." Instantly Harry''s arms and legs went stiff, as he fell over like a board, on his side, where he could still easily see the dark lord and his followers, all while the rumbles continued.

BOOM!

A smile reached the dark lord's lips, ignoring the explosions that went off behind him, as he turned to look at his death eaters, satisfied that Potter would not be going anywhere anytime soon, seemingly unaware that the boy had not even possessed a wand.

"You are late, and thus must pay the price" the Deatheaters shuttered "CRUCIO" screams left their lips as they convulsed on the ground, while a cold smirk grew across the face of the dark Lord, until they were freed from the curse and attempted to once again gain control of their limbs.

Seemingly satisfied with the punishment of his servants he turned once again to Harry Potter, who stared at him through bright green eyes, which strangely enough seemed to shine through with amusement. Angered slightly by this fact Tom decided that Harry Potter would not have the quick simple death he was planning on giving him mere moments before, but a death that everyone that still survived would see.

With no more thought to his plan than that, Voldemort levitated the stiff body of Harry Potter into the air and seemingly vanished into the air with a crack, with his loyal servants not far behind.

All while the city went eerily silent, compared to the bombings that had been hitting London just mere moments before.