Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
War is destruction.
War is death.
War is annihilation.
War is the end.
I am war.
Since the beginning of time I have walked among you, like a ghost in a crowd. I am not felt, I am not seen nor heard. I go unnoticed by you until one day I choose to show myself. And when that happens know that you will never be the same.
***A Note From Your Narrator***
War waits for no man.
There are people that I come across in my wake of destruction that stand out among the sea of faces. These people reveal to me their stories, their desires, their fears. Never have I seen such a dark soul. Never have I been so haunted by a human. I now fear myself as I have seen what I can do to you. A man should never fear himself.
There was a knock on the door, so soft that if you weren't listening you might have missed it. But the man in the room has been waiting, listening. "Come in," He called. The door opened and in stepped a stout male with large feet dressed in bright colors. One could quite easily compare him to an oversized hobbit though he lacked the relaxed attitude and sharp senses attributed to such creatures.
"We've found her, sir." The man said.
The other man looked at him uncertainly. "And you're sure this time?" He asked.
The man twisted the hat in his hands nervously. "We are quite sure. Sir, you're not going to like what I have to tell you."
The other man's eyes narrowed. "And why is that?"
"Sir, your daughter well…she…"
"Spit it out I haven't got all day.
"Well sir, your daughter is none other than Ms. Granger."
"Excuse me?"
"Ms. Granger is your daughter, sir. I was also very perplexed when we discovered this but it does make sense and everything matches up, sir…"
"Is she here?"
"Well you see, that's the tricky part, sir. She's not easy to find and well…she's certainly not easy to capture…"
"Idiot. I knew I couldn't rely on you to complete this task."
"Sir, we tried our hardest we really did but I didn't want to put the men in any danger now you see-"
"Dismissed." The man said sharply.
Eventually, she came to them.
It's hard to claim that war is ever really innocent, but before I came across this story I certainly felt more innocent. There was a darkness in her, a darkness I had never come across before. I am war, do not forget that. I have seen many darkened souls. But she was different. Her soul had been light before it was dark. It was as if the sun had been replaced by a black hole. Nothingness. You would have thought she'd been born that way except that was a sliver of silver, microscopic almost, that showed that somewhere the lightness inside of her was fighting the blackness. But sometimes even the best efforts cannot create change.
***Somebody Once Said***
If we don't end war, war will end us.
The truth of that matter is I will never leave you
as long as the blackened souls survive.
I ran into Hermione Zabini so many times I lost count. All I can really say is the only thing that was left behind me was destruction. For once it was destruction I didn't cause.