Prologue

*drip.*

Mumble.

*drip*

What is that awful dripping sound?

*drip*

"Water?" was it raining?

*drip*

But it couldn't be raining! The sky was clear just a few seconds ago! Where was the sky? "Where the hell am I?"

I had never been this disorientated before in my entire life. How much time had passed? Minutes? Hours? Days? Wait... Voldemort! He fired a spell at me, and then... I woke because of that efernal dripping sound. Carefully I forced my eyes open, afraid of what would greet my sight. I saw nothing. Utter darkness surrounded me, not a tiny bit of light to be seen. I felt a chill go up my spine. Was I in hell or something? Had I died, and had the upper being decided that my actions in life were wrong?

Just to be sure I began to feel around my legs to look for my wand. Nothing. But I did feel solid ground underneath me. Cold, hard cement. I recognized it from my old room underneath the stairs. My uncle never bothered to cover the floor, and thus it was very painful to walk, and sometimes sleep on. Suddenly fear overtook me. Was my hell an eternity in that god forsaken room? In a fit of panic I tried the first spell that came to my mind. "Lumos Maxima."

Nothing happened. I was getting desperate now. Slamming my hand forward into the air I yelled it again. "Lumos Maxima!". This time something did happen. A little, but never the less bright light filled the area around me. No time to be astounded by my feat of wandless magic I looked around me. I was not in my closet, that's for sure. Old, rotten furniture appeared in my sight.

Using my willpower to make the Lumos I created a bit bigger, I saw an odd but somehow familiar sign on a wall. The sign was made of Three black triangles, encasing a smaller black circle. Didn't I see this sign in some old muggle movie? Some kind of horror movie that Hermoine and I watched at her home.. Deciding that it wasn't important at the moment, I cracked my knuckles and scrambled slugishly to my feet. Making sure that I could walk steadily without hitting the floor with my face, I guided the Lumos across the room, looking for a possible exit. A ladder?

I scratched my chin. It didn't look very trustworthy. I grabbed one of the bars and gave a hard pull. It didn't break, so I deemed it Climbable. Looking upwards, I saw a sturdy looking hatch. Now that, could be a problem. Did I have enough magic left to blast it open with a small Bombarda? A bit of rust covered it. Maybe I could smash it open with my bare hands? But what if Voldemort waited on the other side, wand ready to blast me back in again, but this time with the killing curse? Or I could starve from hunger inside here.

"Fuck it." And with that sentence out of my mouth I began to climb the metal ladder. Once I reached the hatch I began to push against it. Stuck. Annoyed, I began to hit it with my fists. Still nothing. Great. I climbed back down and sat on the ground, staring at the hatch. A bout of inspiration hit me, so I raised my hand and yelled. "Bombarda!"

The sound of someone farting filled the room. Fuck my life. The great Harry Potter, couldn't think of a way to open a simple door. In a small fit of aggression I threw a piece of metal at the hatch, with no effect. Sighing I shifted my sitting position to a meditating position. Closing my eyes, I surrendered for the moment, deciding that a clear mind could help my situation. Suddenly a rumbling sound filled the room. Bloody hell? A large part of the ceiling fell on the ground, only centimeters away from my hitting my knees.

Jumping to my feet I snapped my head around, trying to look for a safe spot. It didn't take long for me to find it. A lone table stood in a corner. Grinning, I dashed towards it and slid underneath it, narrowly dodging another piece of cement. It couldn't be because of the little piece of metal could it? The room was shaking now, and I could see a tiny tear form in the ceiling. A tiny sliver of light shone through it, giving me hope. Fate, the bitch that she is, decided to fuck me over. The entire roof came down in one piece.

Well, fuck me.

- HTS -

"Ouch!"

I was alive then. But why was it dark again? Oh wait. I pushed against the rubble that surrounded me and watched in satisfaction as it fell aside. There was no more roof, and because of that I could climb the wall and escape. Checking my body for any injuries, and not finding any, I left the safety of my table. This was going to be easy. The rubble that was once the roof, formed a perfect way up for me.

Quickly making my way up to the top, I took a peak over the edge and saw something that shocked me to my very core. Huge flats. Buildings, unending, all destroyed and covered in plants. A little stream of black smoke could be seen in the distance. I climbed my way out of the hole that I now recognized as a nuclear bunker and rubbed my eyes a couple of times. Maybe I was in hell after all. My stomach rumbled. Great, could it get any worse?

A loud bang filled my ears. It wasn't very close, but still, I fell to the ground on instinct. What the hell was going on! I needed to get back to Hogwarts to fight Voldemort! Apparation! That's it! Focusing my entire brain on a mental image of Hogwarts I apparated. But it wasn't to Hogwarts, because I apparated face first into one of the buildings that stood proudly opposite from me. "What the bloody hell.." I grumbled as I rubbed my head.

No wand. No apparation. Not a single way of contacting any of my friends. I had a couple of choices to make now. Stay here, and starve to death. Walk further into the city to look for any signs of life. Or finally, head towards the distant woods that I could make out from my current line of sight. The woods could contain wildlife to hunt, but with my current experience in hunting, which was none at all, I was probably going to search for berries and nuts. Maybe I could craft myself a wand, or at least a focus?

Nah. That wasn't going to happen. I grunted as I steadied myself. Reaching with my hands in my backpockets I tried to find something edible. And I found it. It was a chocolate frog of all things, and it looked like it was about to expire. Quickly unwrapping it I threw it into my mouth and chewed. Eh. Could be worse. Throwing the wrapping paper aside I began to wander. The abandonded City looked straight out of a nightmare, in which Voldemort got his wish and exterminated all the muggles on the planet.

I was not foolish, I knew that the muggles wouldn't go down without a fight, with their superior weaponry and such. But Voldemort had an insane amount of power, and I quite honestly doubted that I could stop him from conquering the world. I checked on my own magic pool and saw that it was still quite empty. I really needed some food and rest.

- HTS -

I didn't know how much time had passed, but I finally reached the woods. The sun was going down, and quite honestly, I feared for my life. What kind of horrors could be out here, in the dark, with me being unable to defend myself? I should find shelter and ignore my hunger for the night. Increasing my pace I almost ran through the woods, desperately looking around me to find a cave, or even a car. My wish was granted, as I stumbled over a loose handle. A door? Brushing the mud that covered it aside I pulled on the handle, which opened the door with a loud creak. A car then, buried underneath the ground. Ignoring a rather large insect I slid into the car and made myself comfortable.

I felt something poke into my back. It was some kind of muggle weapon that muggle soldiers use. I believe it was called a gun? Putting it aside for the moment I explored the tiny space around me a bit more. Some cigarettes, which I recognized from my Uncle's own stash and an adult magazine. It was in a pretty good shape, considering that it was buried 2 feet under the ground. "Well hello there, Misses Playboy!" I said to the enticing lady covering the front of the magazine. Might as well read it while I wait.

After a couple of hours of gaping at nude women I began to feel tired. My hunger had lessened a bit, which I was very grateful for. Putting the magazine underneath me to use as a pillow, I closed my eyes and began to think. What would tomorrow bring? Would I ever be able to see my friends again? A lone tear escaped my eye. Hermoine. I was going to miss her the most. After all these years of standing by my side, I truly felt for the girl. Was it love? I don't know. I'm not really sure about the concept of love, because I've never received it at home. But she made me feel good, and thus I cared for her. Deeply.

Voices. What? I snapped into a sitting position. Was I getting delusional because of the hunger? There they were again! Crawling towards the door, I forced it open a bit to look outside. I could not see a thing. What if they were Death eaters? What if they were looking for me, to torture me and put my head on a spike? I then decided that I would stay in the car until it was light, even if it ruined my only chance for rescue. Tomorrow I would look around the area a bit more.

- End Prologue -