Prologue
Everyone is fleeing now.
Excluding the few who blindly fought until death, terrified souls ran for their lives through the broken branches of trees and over the bodies that had once been their loved ones.
It was dark. I was incapable of telling the time of day due to the threatening storm clouds that loomed over our heads.
I sat, curled up, behind a contorted mass of wood, which I believe was once a tree. Closing my eyes tightly, I made an effort to shut out the surrounding sounds of countless strangled cries, and the crunching of brittle leaves as many desperately tried to escape their deaths.
There was no point in running- there was nowhere to run to.
My wand was long gone, most likely broken, and nothing was around other than debris and death. This left me with nothing but the shredded robes on my back and an injured knee.
I fought to ignore the rumors I had heard. Harry couldn't be dead. What about the others?
Wiping the stinging cut on my cheek, I sat and cried. There was no significance to my tears anymore. Helplessness slowly demolished any courage that remained inside my being. I was entirely broken.
Madly sobbing, I clenched my fists and pounded the damp earth beneath me.
The sharp crack of a branch right in front of me put an end to my rage. Without thinking, I hastily looked up.
Right under my nose was the smoldering tip of a wand. When there was hope, I would have acted, but not now.
Was this the end of our story?
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