Spot the Difference

by Miss Paige

After an apocalyptic end to the Second Wizarding War, the trio abandon their world for another. As they acclimatise to this different world new challenges, people and situations are thrust upon them as the reinitialize their seemingly never ending fight against Voldemort, and hope for a happier ending for this world than the one they left behind. AU, HPxHGxRW

1. Prologue

AN: I do not own Harry Potter or any other copyrighted product/item/franchise mentioned throughout the entirety of this fanfiction and this disclaimer stands for the whole piece of writing.

This is my first Harry Potter fic so reviews are very welcome. The main pairing in this story will be between HarryxHermionexRon, so if you don't like that don't read. I also don't plan on writing any 'adult scenes', as I don't believe myself capable of doing that justice and believe my story is in dire need of that content.

For the purpose of this story everything goes according to canon until the Battle of Hogwarts, where everything goes out of control and descends into guerrilla warfare. Ultimately this leaves the British Wizarding community decimated and there is nothing left. I realise that this has been done before and if I am perceived to be plagiarising please tell me and I will do my utmost to rectify it – I can only say that if this occurs it is purely because I have been heavily influenced by the many fantastic writers on this website.

~Prolouge~

A gentle night breeze fluttered the curtain, causing the moonlight to dance hauntingly around the room and over the group of three battle scarred youths at its centre, past cuts glittering in the silver light. Discarded newspapers, disturbed by the wind, joined the dance, adding music of its own, bearing the visage of death and destruction – all that this world had left. The two brunettes and the redhead stood engaged in an unmoving three-way embrace at the centre of the room, surrounded by runes and symbols etched in blood and gold; a macabre homage to their former house, one that they were leaving together and forever, as it had left them.

The slight caressing of each other was the only movement they made as they reaffirmed their connection to each other. That they were holding a conversation would have been unnoticeable to any outside observer. Not much was said; Just a fluid exchange of feelings and memories, as they prepared for the next chapter of their lives. One that no amount of research could predict for certain. One that they pinned all the hope in their desperate lives upon.

They seemed to embrace harder for a moment as the clock struck 12 - the witching hour. But before any observer could be sure, they vanished in shock of light. The runes vanishing with them.

The papers continued to flutter in the waning light of the moon. The moving faces of the dead the only witness to what had taken place. Silence returned to the world once more, as the clocks chimes echoed into nonexistence.