The Apocalypse of the Century

by CherriLava

The Wizarding World find themselves in a sticky situation when the dead rise again. After the death of Voldemort is another battle REALLY necessary? Drarry, Wolfstar(RemusxSirius), One-sided Snumbledore, One-sided Rarry(RonxHarry), Eventual Rnape(RonxSnape) Dumbledore isn't dead in this fanfiction. Fred Weasley is alive, Remus and Sirius are also alive. Rating may change.

Draco was just sitting in the manor, thinking about life. What was his purpose? Voldemort was dead. He was training to be a healer, but was that what he wanted? An earsplitting scream broke his concentration. The young man hurried to his feet, knocking over his glass of water and dropping his book of healing. Glass shattered on the floor, his cattle dog familiar shot its' gaze around in alarm. The sound of ripping flesh met his ears.

Something here wasn't adding up..."It's okay Clemintine…" He whispered softly, Draco quickly slammed and locked the door better safe than sorry. The former Slytherin dashed to the closet, urgeny was clear in his bounds. Rows and rows of robes met his eyes. Draco skimmed through the clothes till he felt silk. There! His hand reached out in desperation, a finger was sliced painfully. Draco flinched and grappled on pulling out his hand. In the grip of his palm was a silver dagger. Draco exited the closet with trembling young healer in training nodded and approached the door of his grand bedroom. Clemintine brushed against his legs in support. With a shaky grip he unlocked and opened the door.

Oh how much of a mistake that was.