Ronald Weasley pressed his back against the grimy wall, breathing heavily. He tried to catch his breath as he strained his ears, listening for the tell-tail sound of voices or footsteps that would tell him that his pursuers were outside the small room that he'd slipped into.
He pressed harder against the wall as footsteps came closer, eventually stopping outside his door.
Ginny Weasley tried not to burst into tears as images of Luna-her childhood friend- played through her head, This was supposed to be such a simple raid, where had they done wrong? She hastily tried to fix the deep cuts across her back that she'd gotten as she ran away.
She screamed as the door opened up, and a shadow blotted out the light from the doorway.
Hermione Granger could feel her heart beating in her throat as she tried to stop the anxiety bubbling up in her chest. She was curled up on the ground, rolled underneath a small gap in a cabinet.
She held her breath as the door to the room that she was hiding in opened up, bathing the dirty room with a sickly yellow light.
Harry Potter paced back and forth, his magic swelling up inside of him. His mind raced furiously as he tried to decide exactly what had happened, what had caused so many people to lose their lives.
-Harry James Potter,- a voice said behind him, silky smooth and cold as ice. Harry didn't have to turn around to recognize Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, and Lord Moldyfarts himself.
Spinning around, he cast a blasting curse at Malfoy, catching him by surprise.
As Malfoy tried to hold back the blood pouring out of his destroyed chest, Harry quickly raised a Protego, and sent a stinging hex through Bellatrix's shield, followed by a vicious whip across her face, sending her to the ground.
Harry ducked as Voldemort sent a Crucio through his Protego, and returned with a vicious Bombarda hex, followed quickly by a bone breaker. Voldemort blocked the Bombarda, but took the bone breaker to his chest.
As his nemesis stumbled backwards, Harry saw his golden opportunity and struck with a Diffendo, severing Voldemort's head from his body.
Harry then turned around, but was caught in the side by an overpowered Bombarda curse.
As fog started to cover his eyes, he saw Bellatrix laughing, and he saw his friends lying dead around him. He looked up at Bellatrix and realized he was wrong.
There was one of his friends, Neville Longbottom standing at her side.
A/N: Hey, guys. I've been off for a while, and this is a new attempt at a story. This is going to be a time travel fic, and a lot of things are going to change. Right now, my ships for Harry are going to with Daphne, Susan, Hannah, or Tracey. Review if you have an opinion, if I didn't handle something correctly, or even if I'm doing something right. I listen to everything and try to grow. I'm also trying to decide Harry's team. Right now, the Weasleys are off the table; I think they slow him down. Neville could be on his team, but it would also have a lot of drama on that side. Make sure to review with those ideas, too.
Thanks for reading.
Signing off,
Halflight Dark