12 Years Ago
'I thought I knew you! I thought I could trust you! But instead, you do this to me? To both of us?' Ginevra Weasley shouted, tears streaming down her face, her blue eyes filled with pain and anger, her red hair flying like fire around her face. The man before her stood dumbstruck, his emerald eyes filled with pleading, wanting her to understand. He ran a hand through his messy, jet black hair.
'Ginny, please,' he pleaded, but the red haired woman in question refused to do so, shaking her head yet again, her eyes hard and unyielding.
'You would leave your children, too?' she asked, the unspeakable pain in her eyes now coloring her voice. 'You will go to your death, know your children will never know their father? Doing the same thing to them that your parents did to you? Only, you have a choice, dammit! Harry, you have a choice!'
Harry seemed to crumple. 'I'm sorry. Ginny, I don't have a choice.' He turned and left, and Ginny collapsed onto the couch, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, void of emotion. Only the small chorus of voices calling their mother caused love to enter her eyes among the pain, as two tousle haired two-year-old girls with their mother's flaming hair and their father's emerald eyes stood in the doorway, asking for her to feed them.
6 Months Later
Front Page of the Daily Prophet
Six months ago, Harry Potter, the famous Boy Who Lived, left his London home to seek out and destroy the Dark Lord, He Who Must Not Be Named. We lost all track of him--apparently he never even contacted his wife of five years, Ginevra Potter--until just recently, when the muggle Prime Minister contacted the Ministry to inform them of what his muggle informers told him was the 'greatest war ever fought, and it was between two men...' The informers also said that a number of masked and robed men were aiding one of the duelers, but that within the hour nearly all of them had been put out of commission.
The details of the battle, which had taken place only hours prior to contact, strongly suggested that the battle was indeed a wizard's duel, and the two concerned were the Dark Lord, and Harry Potter. That left the masked figures, which could only have been Death Eaters. Rushing to the scene of the battle, the only people there were dead or wounded, and all were Death Eaters. Those few that were alive were rounded up and taken into custody for questioning, given what the muggles said happened next.
The muggles said the two duelers, who had sticks that shot colored lights(wands), sent two jets of green, one at each other. The two jets met in the middle, and the two battlers disappeared. As little as anyone at the Ministry--or indeed, in the wizarding world--wanted to believe, the Death Eaters accounts, with the aid of strong Veritaserum, only confirmed the muggle accounts. They knew nothing of the occurance. All they said, was that their Lord had expected to win the battle, hands down, and be around to tell about it.
It appears that, in destroying the Dark Lord, the Boy Who Lived lost his life as well. However, sources say-(Cont. on Page 4, Boy Who Lived)
A tall man in a dark cloak, somewhere in muggle London, was reading the front page of the Prophet by the lamplight. 'So it has begun,' he said, looking at the bundle in his arms. A baby, of about two and a half. 'You, Lance, have quite a job ahead of you.' The man apparated, disappearing with a loud pop.
