Prophesized
A/N- I do not own any of the characters in this chapter (not so sure about later ones). I do however own the lovely plot line. One quick warning: severe character death.
Prologue
A Lonely Field Where Harry is Having His Final Battle With Lord Voldemort
"Well, Potter, it looks as though you have been cornered yet again. This time you will not escape me." Lord Voldemort slowly walked towards Harry who was indeed stuck in a corner. "You are the most troublesome boy that I know. You have defeated and evaded me long enough. I do not wish to take any more chances. It may be a bit simple, but…EXPELLIARMUS!" he screamed the last word and Harry's wand was pulled from his hand. Voldemort caught by the tips of his fingers, giving it a deft twirl and snapping it in two as he gave Harry a smile. You shall not live, Potter. You will be known as 'The Boy Who DIED.' AVADA KEDAVRA!" There was a flash of green light and half of a scream before Harry Potter, the Chosen One, fell to the ground, finally overcome by the evil forces that surrounded him.
Voldemort walked closer and looked upon his victim with disgust. He gave Harry a small kick so that his now scarless face was in the mud. "I have finally defeated the one person that stood in y way. I have finally killed HARRY POTTER!" He let out a cry of joy that filled the night. He kept laughing as he turned away, walked a short distance from his greatest triumph, and Apparated into the night and the start of eleven years of renewed terror.
A young girl, at the age of sixteen with flaming red hair and a face full of freckles ran to the side of the lifeless, would-be hero. She gently tuned him over to face the sky and cried into the night in horror.
"I was going to tell him tonight, after the battle." Ginny's voice spoke to Hermione. "Now he'll never know about our child. He would have been so happy, it might have saved him."
"Don't start feeling guilty. There was nothing that you could do." Hermione reached out to grab her hand. "I know that it's hard, but we have to move on and get you into hiding we must protect the baby. It may be the one thing of joy that remains for a long time."
"I understand, Hermione. I just wish that Harry could be with me." She looked hopefully towards her companion, hoping that she knew some obscure spell that could bring back her love.
"Ginny, you know that there's no way to do that,"
As she said those words, a great crash sounded throughout Grimmauld Place, followed by the shrieks of Mrs. Black. "THE GREAT LORD HAS COME! HE IS HERE TO FINISH THE BLOOD TRAITORS AN-" A strangled scream followed as Ginny and Hermione dove into a hidden closet fumbling for a secret door. They heard footsteps and a shouted killing curse as they managed to open up the underground compartment. They were just reaching towards a portkey when the door was flung open and they found themselves face to face with A very angry Lord Voldemort. "Did you think I would not find your petty head quarters? Did you think that I would not come to kill you? I want to be rid of all opposition. AVADA KED-" He was cut short when he was hit in the face by a small bolt. He disappeared and was transported to a far away dessert by The portkey that Ginny had thrown at him.
"We should probably go upstairs. I want to see if anyone… if anyone is…" She couldn't finish her sentence, but Ginny knew what Hermione was trying to say. She was worried about everyone too.
The scene upstairs was horrific. Countless bodies lay strewn on the kitchen floor. It looked as if Voldemort had killed every member of the Order of the Phoenix with one terrible spell. At a quick glance, they saw almost all of the Weaslys, excluding Percy of course, and Moody, Lupin, Tonks, even Hagrid all lay slumped over on the table, some on the ground, as if they were standing when they were hit. They turned to ward each other, tears in their eyes and began to burn the bodies, one by one in a magical fire, using a spell created specifically for sending a wizard to their final resting spot.
A/N- I'm sorry that it's so short, but I think that I squished a lot of information into it. I'm sorry that it also seems that everything that happens is death, but that has a reason, too. Don't worry, the next chapter will be much better. This is just the prologue and the real story doesn't start for eleven years. I will tell you that neither Ginny nor Hermione die. Now, go away, because I'm not giving away anymore secrets.
I portrayed Voldemort as best I could but he may seem a bit off.