I stood, looking over the land that was to one day be called "The Last
Battlefield." At the time, I had no idea what was to become of me, or the
rest of the human race for that matter. Finally, the Second War had come-
and gone, leaving millions dead, and millions of others in worse states of
existence. There was no use of reflecting back- before the war- during the
war- none of that mattered anymore. This was a time of rebirth and
renewal. All that mattered was that I had shifted to the side fighting
against Voldemort and ultimately led Dumbledore's Army to victory; however,
'twas at great cost. Among the dead were Lucius Malfoy, Fudge, Severus
Snape, and most unfortunately, Albus Dumbledore. With Dumbledore gone,
Minerva McGonagall was left as head of the Army- and the post-war world.
It was up to her to rebuild civilization, as it were. Close to McGonagall
in rank was the famous Harry Potter, of course.
The Second War had endured for 10 years, with the battling never ceasing. In the ninth year, Voldemort, with the aid of the Dementors, the Trolls, and millions of humans, managed to reduce the world's population by billions by means of the most intense Dark Magic ever conjured thus far in history. The final battle of the Second War brought nearly every living human to the same place. That place was what was left of a city called London. By then in ruins, the human race fought against each other for 3 weeks at this historic site. The wizard world and the muggle world had merged, the muggles split between Voldemort's Army and Dumbledore's Army. Both sides knew this would be the deciding battle. Both sides new this was finally the end of the Second War.
Victory seemed far for Dumbledore's Army. Desperate to change the odds, I led all of the Army in one last, united effort to defeat Voldemort. I succeeded. That night, the Army killed and imprisoned everyone on Voldemort's side, and Harry Potter personally killed the Dark Lord himself. With the seemingly immortal Voldemort dead, the world lay in charred and crumbled pieces, waiting to be rebuilt from scratch.
I scanned the horizon, watching fellow humans search for survivors amongst the dry blood and mounds of cold, rotting corpses. It was a depressing site indeed, despite everything uplifting it promised. The silence was unnerving. Since the last battle had begun, there were always people fighting, yelling, screaming, and crying. Now neither the crickets nor the birds had any song to sing. I closed my eyes as the sun peaked over the distant mountains. Morning had come. It was time to get moving. I turned and headed to the main tent.
"McGonagall," I said, entering the tent and nodding my head.
"Mr. Malfoy, come," Minerva ordered. She sat alone at a small table.
I stood before her. She was silent for a minute, staring at me. Then she stood, took some papers off her desk, and handed them to me. She circled around her desk and came to stand directly in front of me, whilst I glanced over the papers.
After a moment I said, "What are these?"
"A list," McGonagall replied.
"Of?"
"Of all the people you are to locate," she said, tapping the papers. "These are all the people that went missing immediately following Voldemort's death. It could be merely coincidence...or not. Either way, each of these persons must be accounted for."
I read briefly over the list once again. "I don't know who half these people are."
"So I presumed. Profiles of each individual are being compiled as we speak. They should be ready come midday."
"This is a lot of people to locate on my own. They could be anywhere in the world."
"I know."
"Well? Why isn't somebody else on the assignment with me? What about Weasley or Granger or Longbottom even?" I asked, agitated.
"We are trying to rebuild an entire world, Malfoy. Your mission is one of hundreds- even thousands- that need to be carried out. As it is, Mr. Weasley is far too wounded to be of any service at this point, and Ms. Granger and Mr. Longbottom are tending and questioning the wounded," McGonagall explained in a matter-of-fact sort manner.
"Questioning the wounded? That seems kind of- rude."
"Well, not all of Voldemort's followers were slaughtered. Those with the ability to talk might have valuable information."
I shrugged and rattled the papers in my hand.
"Right," McGonagall said, getting back on topic. "This list is to be your life. Voldemort might be gone, but his threat is still very much alive. There could very well be someone who was chosen to replace Voldemort if he died."
"Yes, Minerva, I understand the importance of this."
"Good. Memorize the list. Know the profiles well. Now, why don't you get a few hours of sleep? You'll be woken once the profiles are prepared."
"Okay," I said, nodding slightly and showing myself out of the tent.
Once I was back in my private tent, I reviewed the list. "Ginny Weasley?" I said to myself.
"What about her?" someone asked, entering my tent.
"Potter. Don't you knock?"
"I doubt you'd notice if I knocked on a cloth tent," Harry said.
I scowled at him. "Are you here for any particular reason then?"
"McGonagall told me briefly of your mission. I was curious as to who was on the list."
"I'm not sure you're authorized to see it." I pushed the list behind me.
"I'm quite sure that I am, Malfoy. Now, let me see it."
"Not even a 'please'? Aren't you impolite."
"Fine. Have it your way, Draco. I've got more important things to attend to anyway," Harry said, stomping from my tent. How I enjoyed taunting him. Just because we were on the same side, didn't mean I liked him any more than before.
Exhausted, I blew out my candle and tried to get some sleep. The last thing on my mind before I went finally fell asleep was Ginny Weasley and why she disappeared right after Voldemort was killed.
The Second War had endured for 10 years, with the battling never ceasing. In the ninth year, Voldemort, with the aid of the Dementors, the Trolls, and millions of humans, managed to reduce the world's population by billions by means of the most intense Dark Magic ever conjured thus far in history. The final battle of the Second War brought nearly every living human to the same place. That place was what was left of a city called London. By then in ruins, the human race fought against each other for 3 weeks at this historic site. The wizard world and the muggle world had merged, the muggles split between Voldemort's Army and Dumbledore's Army. Both sides knew this would be the deciding battle. Both sides new this was finally the end of the Second War.
Victory seemed far for Dumbledore's Army. Desperate to change the odds, I led all of the Army in one last, united effort to defeat Voldemort. I succeeded. That night, the Army killed and imprisoned everyone on Voldemort's side, and Harry Potter personally killed the Dark Lord himself. With the seemingly immortal Voldemort dead, the world lay in charred and crumbled pieces, waiting to be rebuilt from scratch.
I scanned the horizon, watching fellow humans search for survivors amongst the dry blood and mounds of cold, rotting corpses. It was a depressing site indeed, despite everything uplifting it promised. The silence was unnerving. Since the last battle had begun, there were always people fighting, yelling, screaming, and crying. Now neither the crickets nor the birds had any song to sing. I closed my eyes as the sun peaked over the distant mountains. Morning had come. It was time to get moving. I turned and headed to the main tent.
"McGonagall," I said, entering the tent and nodding my head.
"Mr. Malfoy, come," Minerva ordered. She sat alone at a small table.
I stood before her. She was silent for a minute, staring at me. Then she stood, took some papers off her desk, and handed them to me. She circled around her desk and came to stand directly in front of me, whilst I glanced over the papers.
After a moment I said, "What are these?"
"A list," McGonagall replied.
"Of?"
"Of all the people you are to locate," she said, tapping the papers. "These are all the people that went missing immediately following Voldemort's death. It could be merely coincidence...or not. Either way, each of these persons must be accounted for."
I read briefly over the list once again. "I don't know who half these people are."
"So I presumed. Profiles of each individual are being compiled as we speak. They should be ready come midday."
"This is a lot of people to locate on my own. They could be anywhere in the world."
"I know."
"Well? Why isn't somebody else on the assignment with me? What about Weasley or Granger or Longbottom even?" I asked, agitated.
"We are trying to rebuild an entire world, Malfoy. Your mission is one of hundreds- even thousands- that need to be carried out. As it is, Mr. Weasley is far too wounded to be of any service at this point, and Ms. Granger and Mr. Longbottom are tending and questioning the wounded," McGonagall explained in a matter-of-fact sort manner.
"Questioning the wounded? That seems kind of- rude."
"Well, not all of Voldemort's followers were slaughtered. Those with the ability to talk might have valuable information."
I shrugged and rattled the papers in my hand.
"Right," McGonagall said, getting back on topic. "This list is to be your life. Voldemort might be gone, but his threat is still very much alive. There could very well be someone who was chosen to replace Voldemort if he died."
"Yes, Minerva, I understand the importance of this."
"Good. Memorize the list. Know the profiles well. Now, why don't you get a few hours of sleep? You'll be woken once the profiles are prepared."
"Okay," I said, nodding slightly and showing myself out of the tent.
Once I was back in my private tent, I reviewed the list. "Ginny Weasley?" I said to myself.
"What about her?" someone asked, entering my tent.
"Potter. Don't you knock?"
"I doubt you'd notice if I knocked on a cloth tent," Harry said.
I scowled at him. "Are you here for any particular reason then?"
"McGonagall told me briefly of your mission. I was curious as to who was on the list."
"I'm not sure you're authorized to see it." I pushed the list behind me.
"I'm quite sure that I am, Malfoy. Now, let me see it."
"Not even a 'please'? Aren't you impolite."
"Fine. Have it your way, Draco. I've got more important things to attend to anyway," Harry said, stomping from my tent. How I enjoyed taunting him. Just because we were on the same side, didn't mean I liked him any more than before.
Exhausted, I blew out my candle and tried to get some sleep. The last thing on my mind before I went finally fell asleep was Ginny Weasley and why she disappeared right after Voldemort was killed.