Prologue

"Avada Kedavra!"

Harry kept his wand trained upon his archenemy and the greatest fear in the whole wizarding world: Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as Voldemort or You-Know-Who, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, The Dark Lord and whatever else people could come up with.

As in slowmotion Harry say the lifeless body of his archnemessis fall to the ground, while an icy scream bounced of against all trees and houses that were on and around the place of battle.

Harry didn't hear the heavy THUD that accompanied Voldemorts body when it reached the ground, nor did de hear (or rather, not hear) the complete silence that followed the falling of Voldemorts body or see the anxious looks the deatheaters give eachother as they give up or Dissaperate. No, he heard and saw nothing of this, as he had fainted dead away, mere seconds before Voldemorts body reached the ground.