Prologue
It was a beautiful day. The day to be created for a quiditch match. On the Hogwadrs playground dozen of read and green flags flickered in the wind and two team were preparing on the last match of this year. Then it began noisy crowd was cheering about every single point. The Slytherins were winning right now but there was snitch. These points could resolve about the winner of match and champion of this year. And everybody know that Harry Potter has been the best seeker.
He was flying around the pitch and seeking the snitch. His joy of flying and game was childlike. Any fears of falls there was only wind and a snitch. His complete atention was occupy by looking for this small gold ball and finally he saw it. A the moment his hand reached for a snitch and he clasped his fingers around it and something gone wrong. Everything had stopped, flash of memories and pain. The last beated of his heart and then fall on hard ground.
Harry Potter was dead before his body touched the ground. There wasn't any wounds becouse somebody cast slowdown spell. People tryed resuscitation on him but with no effect. The great Boy Who Lived was dead.
The newspaper had a harvest. Everybody wanted to know why he die. Magazine wrote long stories about his glorious life and his brave. But something had change in the air. It was like land drew over the dark heavy clouds even if the public didn't know about the prophecy as well as they felt what sanctifications had knew . There was no hope on side of light there was nobody to fight this war.