Prologue

Just as he had suspected, the final battle had been horrific. Words could not be said to cover all the chaos and death there was that night. Though many had lived to tell their future generations, many did not.

It was a month or two after Dumbledore's funeral. Harry and the Order had been on edge ever since, expecting, waiting for an attack. But for those short months, there was nothing. Moody was convinced that it wasn't the end, that there was something larger coming their way. And (scarily) as always, he was right.

When Voldemort attacked, it was with no mercy and no prisoners. The Burrow itself was on its last leg from all of the curses and spells it was hit with. Draco had accompanied his father on what should be the last raid, the loud voices in his head fighting tooth and nail. One of them wanted him to help Harry; he knew the spell that would kill Voldemort and banish his soul forever. And he was positive that Harry didn't know it. The Killing Curse wouldn't be enough. Surely they didn't think it would! Voldemort needed to be banished, not just killed.

That was Dark Magic, of course no one in Harry's presence knew the curse to banish Voldemort; as far as they were concerned killing him was their only chance. That was their last and only hope, they were fighting for their lives with no strategy, no plan. The cloud of death eaters washed over them like a cloud blots out the sun, so quick, so sudden, and there are no rays till the cloud is gone.

It wasn't until Ron fell to the ground dead, hit by a random killing curse that Harry went stark mad. There were no words to describe how a person could get so...insane. And worse still how that madness seemed to grow when Hermione fell to join Ron. Death eaters fell in numbers to Harry's wrath, and though it helped in theory it didn't help in battle.

Wave after wave of spells, curses, and hexes hit the dark lord, but it wasn't until the third killing curse hit him that they realized they were royally fucked. Eluding it once was Harry's job, eluding it thrice meant it wasn't working.

Tonks took out the Death eaters from the inside, having magicked herself to look like a fellow death eater. She shot them all in the back, or at least, she did until she killed Narcissa Malfoy. It was the last thing Tonks did, her life was taken faster then her head could spin by Lucious.

It had taken Draco a while to get over the shock of seeing his mother's lifeless body, but he shook it off eventually and began to make his way to Harry. For Draco, all the blood and gore was a strain on his slightly obsessive compulsive psyche. He had an almost morbid need to clean something, but the repeating of the spell in his head helped him focus on his task.

When he reached the Boy-Who-Lived, he wasn't at all surprised to have about three different hexes aimed at him at once. But all it took was a simple bob and weave to keep from getting hit. Really now, Potter seriously needed to work on aim. Eventually he made it to Harry and told him an extremely watered down version of his information and how he got it. He wasn't sure if Harry believed him at first, but together they approached the Snakey Bastard and with his help, he and Harry both defeated the Dark Lord.

At first, no one believed he helped. His father was furious of course and threw him out of the house, forbidding access to any of the family Gringotts accounts. Where he stayed during the rest of the summer no one knows and he wasn't about to tell. So the Wizarding world would just have to scratch their heads over that mystery. He made it back to finish his final year and make something of himself, that's all they need to know.

Meanwhile, Harry was praised an adored, almost worshipped for defeating the Dark Lord Voldemort. But even with all of the fawning, he was convinced there was more than the UK area of the Wizarding word. He wasn't sure what, but it had to be something. So he pulled a few of his new strings and got himself let back in to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Perhaps he might find what he was looking for.

And so, our two heroes find themselves back at Hogwarts for their last year at school, safe and in one piece. Now, our story can begin.