Prologue: Beginning of a new Life and a new War
Disclaimer: nothing but the plot theme is mine.
Clang
The Sword of Gryffindor met the Scythe of Slytherin in a shower of sparks.
You and Voldemort have been fighting for over two hours nonstop in the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts even after everyone else is either dead or dying.
You block high then immediately slash at his neck hoping to decapitate him, no such luck, he blocks quickly and kicks at your head in retaliation, you duck and roll to his left hoping to catch him off guard, but you have to parry a swing at your right leg and then you spot an opening and stab him in the back and through the heart. "Bugger" was the last thing he said before he slides off your sword in a somewhat bloody heap.
Now you would normally be ecstatic with a huge victory like this, but all felt was the sorrow and self-hatred that accumulated over the past two years since Sirius died. You wander aimlessly for hours thinking about those you lost to Voldemort until you hear a low whine high above your position.
You look up and see a strange looking plane heading straight toward you, your first reaction is to get the fuck out of the way, so you run like a bat out of hell back into the castle. After waiting for the inevitable explosion, when you noticed that no such noise came, so you decide to cautiously peek outside.
What you see appears to have come straight from a muggle sci-fi movie, though the two humans that were coming down a ramp were dressed in robes, you knew that they were not wizards, simply because wizards would typically be caught dead before they got into anything of 'muggle design'. They make their way over looking curiously about, when they stepped into whatever light that remained from indoors; you notice the taller one had a mullet with a long beard and the other looked no older than fourteen, but had a long braid that went to his shoulder.
"We felt a disturbance in this part of the galaxy, so we stopped by to see what it was," Long Beard said. You raise an eyebrow at him tiredly and say, "Who are you and what are you talking about," "My name is Qui-Gon Jinn and my apprentice here is Obi-Wan Kenobi," the newly christened Qui-Gon says, "and that disturbance was felt through the Force, or what you earthlings might call 'Magic'".
You stare at him in bewilderment for a moment not fully comprehending what was just said before you say, "I don't have a damn clue about what your talking about, but as a wild guess about that disturbance as you called it, just look around you; there was a major battle here not six hours ago," that was as far as you got before you passed out as exhaustion and emotional pain finally relieved you from reality.