Chapter 1

The Beginning of the End

The day for Bill's and Fleur's wedding had finally arrived and everyone was enjoying themselves. There was singing and dancing. Everyone was having the time of their life. For everyone who was invited this was a big treat because in the one month since Dumbledore's death The Dark Lord has increased his kill rate ten fold. Every morning in the paper there are at least ten murders or disappearances. Though strangely enough there is also news of dead Death Eaters with holes blown through them.

Suddenly screams could be heard in the party. Turning toward the screams everyone saw The Dark Lord and about a three hundred Death Eaters as well as a swarm dementors and a couple of giants running toward them. The party had now turned into a battle. Spells, jinxes, and curses began to fly back and forth between the partygoers and the Death Eaters. Within the first fifteen seconds half of the partiers had already been hit with curses, ripped to shreds, or been given the kiss. After about three minutes almost everyone had been either killed or injured.

In the midst of the conflict Hermione got separated from Harry and Ron, now she found herself trapped by five very large Death Eaters. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground. Hermione then found herself looking up at no less than six large Death Eaters and one was sitting on top of her. The man on top of her grabbed her robes and ripped them away revealing her soft pink skin. The Death Eater then hit her across the side of the face. Hermione felt her jaw break with the blow. Then he leaned down and bit her nipple hard. This caused Hermione to scream out in pain. The Death Eaters around her began to laugh. Then the one on top of her slid into her. He started to pump harder and faster. As the third Death Eater was having his way with her his head exploded and his limp body gushed blood everywhere before he slumped over on top of her oozing warm blood. The others began to look around wildly. Then they heard it. A loud echoing crack caused everyone, both Death Eater and partygoer alike, to stop and look around. Soon after that all hell broke loose. Suddenly a giant came crashing to the ground. Blood oozed form the gaping hole in its eye socket. Those closest moved closer to examine the corps and found that nearly a quarter of the giant's skull was missing. Something grey shot out of the trees, about eight hundred feet away, leaving a trail of white smoke in its wake. This thing flew straight up then turned and fell towards the party. It punched a hole in the ground then detonated creating a gaping crater in the earth some thirty feet wide and almost fifteen feet deep. Something white hot pierced the chest of the other giant and it fell over on top of some Death Eaters. A second after it hit the ground it blew up showering the area with red gore. A blood curdling screech was heard from overhead as a Dementor was engulfed into black flames and plummeted to the ground. A white orb flew into the swarm of Dementors and exploded like a fragmentation grenade causing hundreds of smaller orbs to scatter into the swarm like the like the flack cannons of WWII. Some of the orbs peppered the ground like rain taking a few Death Eaters out. A burning red ball hit the ground in the center of a group of Death Eaters then there was a loud humming sound and all the Death Eaters within thirty or so feet began to scream wildly. Everyone, including Voldimort, watched in horror as the screaming Death Eaters' flesh slowly began to melt off. Soon they were nothing but charred black skeletal remains. Hundreds more grey streaks shot out of the trees and rained hell down on the Death Eaters. After seeing what was happening to his Death Eaters the Dark Lord ordered his remaining forces to retreat, but before he could disaperate his head suddenly snapped back and he collapsed into the remains of the wedding cake causing some of it to fall on him.

"So, from what you could tell they all just dieing," Hermione nodded. As soon this was said the witch stood up and walked back to her superior.

"Well," said a tall wizard.

"Same as the others," said the witch.

"Well, one thing is clear," said the wizard looking at the charred remains of some Death Eaters, "whoever did this must be a very powerful wizard."

"Sir, I've been thinking," said the witch, "perhaps this is not just a war between us and the Death Eaters, but rather a war between the Death Eaters and some unknown Dark Lord and we're just caught in between the two."

"What are you getting at?" inquired the wizard.

"The dead Death Eaters that have been turning up," stated the witch, "were killed using dark magic, more advanced than we've ever seen before and now this." The witch gestured at the charred remains." According to the eyewitnesses those Death Eaters had their flesh melted off and that giant was killed by a straight shot through the chest. Not to mention, there is no known curse powerful enough to kill a Dementor, much less several hundred of them."

"Bloody-Fucking-Hell," cried a witch staring at someone lying down in the cake.

"What is it," asked the wizard. As he said this he realized who it was who was lying in the cake. Lord Voldimort was dead. Everything from the eyebrows up had been blown away revealing a bloody lump of what looked strangely like raw meatloaf, his eyes which were normally of a demonic glowing red were now a glossy pink. This was a true shock for all of them. Not only was Voldimort dead but he had been killed by someone other than Harry Potter. Remembering Harry, the Ministry personal searched around for him. Finally they found him. He was floating face down in the pond, the water red with blood. Pulling him out they found he had been forced to swallow a carnivorous piranha worm. Meaning all of his organs were missing and there was a huge gaping hole in his stomach.

A dull thump was felt and they looked around to see where it came from. Then the trees moved violently and they saw it. A towering black giant moved out of the brush. A sudden breeze picked up and the giant blew away as if it had been made of sand.

"What the hell was that!" said a witch rubbing her eyes and blinking. Before anyone could answer the wind picked up again and a low unearthly voice seemed to flow with the wind. It was a slow, sad, but happy chorus of ethereal singers. As the song carried on golden orbs began to appear, floating on the wind like fireflies. The orbs crisscrossed, zigzagged, loop de looped, and swirled in a barrel role fashion. Around the smoldering remains of the house the orbs seemed to flow. Soon the orbs began to collect in the center, a mere five feet from the alter. After all the orbs had collected there was a blinding flash of light and where the flash had come from stood a man.