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A/N. This is my first ever fanfic :) I hope you all like it! I'm not making the first chapter very long in case not many people like it… If you do like it please please review! It'll make me carry on writing

Rise From The Ashes

Chapter 1: The End, or The Beginning?

"Everyone please raise your goblets, to Mr Harry Potter, saviour of the wizarding world!" Mr Weasley shouted to the room at large.

Everyone raised their goblets high into the air and there was an echo of "To Harry" around the room.

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Everyone seemed to be enjoying the celebrations. Voldemort gone. His Death Eaters being rounded up as they spoke by the Ministry, it seemed the country was in ecstasy. No longer would they have to cower in their houses they were finally free.

There was one boy, however, that was not enjoying the party. Harry Potter sat on his own in the Owlery, staring out the window at the inky blackness that was the sky. He did not want all the attention he was getting. He's had enough of it all his life. For once, he just wanted people to leave him alone. He sat there for over an hour pouring over his thoughts and his memories. Voldemorts face when the curse had rebounded, the noise everyone made when it was over, the hugs, the tears and the handshakes. He remembered it all. It hadn't even been 2 hours since he had finished Voldemort and he was already tired of the celebrations.

He was suddenly feeling very tired. He stood up with the intention of heading up to Gryffindor tower, climb into his four-poster bed, and drift into sleep. His thoughts were rudely interrupted by the arrival of his best friend, Hermione Granger. As much as he loved her, she was one of the people he least wanted to see right now.

"Hey Hermione" Harry said.

"Oh Harry, it's awful! Something terrible has happened!" Hermione exclaimed, tears pricking her eyes.

"What's happened?" Harry asked, moving forward to pat her shoulder in a comforting sort of way.

"It's… Him… His body…" she managed to get out through sobs

"What about it?" Harry asked, fear gripping every nerve.

"It's gone! It's not where we left it and no-one knows what happened to it… but Harry…"

All the colour drained from Harry's face, he knew what was happening, how could he have forgotten? How could he have let this happen?!

"…We forgot the last Horcrux Harry… we didn't destroy it."

And with those last sentences, Harry suddenly wished he was in his four-poster bed, and that none of this had ever happened…

"What about the diadem?" he asked, his voice precariously close to breaking, although he feared the worst '"is it… gone?"

Hermione gave a nod and then burst into tears. Harry regained his composure, stormed out of the Owlery as fast as he could, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know where he was going or what he was doing, the one thing he did know, was that Voldemort most certainly wasn't dead.

To Be Continued…?

A/N Yeah, so please please please review!! If you all like it and I get some good reviews I'll write a second chapter :D So yeah it's up to you guys :)