Chapter 1. Prologue.
November 25, 2004.
It had been eight years since the downfall of the Dark Lord. In those eight years, there was peace in the Magical world. Death Eaters had been captured and sent to Azkaban. Everyone had begun to feel safe again. The Ministry was rebuilt. Doors were left unlocked and hardly anyone used wards around their homes anymore.
No one anticipated another battle; the rise of a new 'Dark Wizard'. He was not like Voldemort. He did not believe in pureblood status or better blood. No. He wanted control. Control of the Ministry. Control of the Wizarding World. Control of the Muggle World. Control of everyone and everything. For the past six months, the Auror Department, along with the Order of the Phoenix, had been battling this new Dark Wizard and his followers. Minister Kingsley called in favors with ministires from around the world for assistance from their Auror Departments. Those ministries spared who they could.
Now, here they were. The end of the battle. The Dark Wizard captured and sentenced to Azkaban. The death toll was high on both sides. Loved ones were lost. Family. Friends. Mothers. Fathers. Wives. Husbands. All taken without a chance for goodbye.
Senior Director Auror, Harry Potter, and Assistant Director Auror, Ronald Weasley, were tired, bloody and bruised. So much had happen that day in so little time, that it made it difficult for them to think clearly. As they stood, they thought about all they had lost that day. Everyone that was now gone. Tears welled up in their eyes. Ron let out a loud wretched scream from the pit of his stomach and fell to his knees; his hands pulling at his hair. Harry stood by him; his hand on his shoulder, quietly, and let him sob.