The Golden Quartet
Prologue
I was running. Crying over the bodies of my closest family when I heard that monsters voice booming around Hogwarts. "Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone."
"No. No, Harry, no." I whispered before I stood.
"The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman, or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together." I had been running through the carnage that was now Hogwarts as I listened to Voldemort's drivle. I stumbled over the rubble at the entrance to see the remaining teachers and surviving students all stood silently as they approached. He was at the front in Hagrid's chained arms, I crumbled to the ground at seeing him. He looked dead but he couldn't be, not him. Not Harry, not my Harry.
"NO!" Screamed Professor McGonagall.
"No!"
"No!"
"Harry! HARRY!" Ron's, Hermione's, and Ginny's voices were worse than McGonagall's; cries of pain over there dead friend.
"SILENCE!" cried Voldemort, and there was a bang and a flash of bright light, and silence was forced upon them all. "It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!"
"You see?" said Voldemort, and Harry felt him striding backward and forward right beside the place where he lay. "Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!"
"He beat you!" yelled Ron, and the charm broke, and the defenders of Hogwarts were shouting and screaming again until a second, more powerful bang extinguished their voices once more.
"He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds," said Voldemort, "killed while trying to save himself —"
"How dare you!" I screeched angrily, I pushed my way through the crowd and faced the snake-like being, I just saw red.
"Aurora." Voldemort smirked.
"You'll die for this Tom." I hissed before I launched myself at the monster ready to rip him limb from limb.
"Ash, no!" I heard my siblings cry but I didn't care. He would pay for taking everything from me.
