A/N: Hey guys! So for those who are following my other story and have come to read this story I apologize for the wait! . Life has been catching up with me with and I've been swamped with work with the addition that still deciding on the direction of To the End and Back and that I'm also writing several other stories that have yet to be published (you may check on my bio). So thank you if you're still sticking with me!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry. I do not own the Weasley twins. Nor do I own of the other characters in J.K. Rowling's books. This makes me very sad. I will now proceed to go mope in my little corner in the dark.
Prologue
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She felt sore.
Her body was aching all over. She was just tired, so tired. It'd be nice to just go to sleep like this and ignore the outside world but she knew she couldn't. He was still out there. She had to check. What had happened? Had they won? Lost? Or maybe everything was just at a temporary standstill and soon, just like a ticking time bomb, everything would suddenly come to blows and this was just the calm before the storm. Still, she had to make sure.
Ignoring the screaming protests of her muscles, she heaved herself up and slowly began making her way towards the center of the battlefield limping, her left leg slightly dragging along grassy field, leaving a faint trail of blood. As she approached the clearing within the forbidden forest, a figure stood about in it's center. A boy. The forest was silent, not a sign of life about, with the exceptions of themselves. It made her hair stand on their ends, it just wasn't natural.
Ignoring the dreaded feeling in her gut she called out to the figure.
"Harry?"
The boy slowly turned around and for the first time she stared straight into his eyes and felt her stomach drop at what she saw in them.
Despair.
Anger.
Resignation.
Self-loathing.
Tears trickled down his face. Two words came out of his mouth before he completely vanished.
The calm before the storm indeed.