Chapter 1- Neither Shall Live While The Other Survives

The night stood still as an ear-piercing scream broke the silence of the sleeping town. The wind howled in anger and blew so hard that it woke the trees, which flapped their branches in displeasure. It circled around Privet Drive bringing urgent news: shaking the trees, lifting the ground, and disturbing many of those sleeping.

Suddenly the night was filled with countless sounds; a rumor spread of two men somewhere in the darkness: a match to the death between two powerful wizards. The moon hid in the shadows, unable to bear the intense battle that occurred before its pale face. One wizard was taller, wearing a hooded cloak. The other was a seventeen-year-old boy, with unkempt hair and a lightning bolt scar that glowed bright red on his forehead. The boy looked shaken. His cry was still echoing inside his head.

"Harry," the taller wizard rasped, "I was hoping you would do much better than this." He shook his head and pointed a long finger at Harry's forehead, "That scar... was it not the mark that made you my equal?" He raised his wand. A jet of green light shot toward Harry. In an instant, the curse was reflected back at the caster. The ground shook and a mound of earth rose up that absorbed the fatal blast. The hooded wizard laughed. "Very impressive! I have never thought that a spell existed to deflect the killing curse. I might have underestimated you."

"Voldemort, if there's one thing we both learned about magic, it's that it grows stronger when you learn to channel your emotions." Harry's voice was confident. He pointed his wand back upward. "I can deflect anything you send my way because I do not defend only myself but everything that lives on this earth!" He shot a stunning spell at Voldemort but it was sent away as Voldemort lazily waved his wand.

"Harry, Harry. I think you're being too confident. There are many other ways to kill someone." Voldemort laughed and vanished with a loud snap. Harry looked around bewildered at Voldemort's sudden disappearance. His scar was burning his brains out but Voldemort was nowhere to be seen. "Let's see how much magic you can really conjure, Potter."

Voldemort's voice echoed into the shadows and faded away. Suddenly the wind picked up and encircled Harry. He raised his arms to shield himself but the wind whirled faster and faster. The wind tugged and ripped at Harry. His arms began to bleed.
"Come out you coward!" Harry bellowed. He shot his wand upward and cried, "Finite Incantatem!" The wind slowed down and hurried away pushing everything out of the way. Voldemort reappeared looking a little surprised. He was leaning beside an amber-colored tree.

"What? How?"

"Terra Sorrondus!" Harry yelled. The ground around Voldemort exploded and became a solid block that imprisoned him. "That thing's magic proof. You'll never get out Voldemort!" Harry relaxed a little bit. He congratulated himself: he had beaten the most powerful dark wizard in the world. The moon came out of the cloud it was hiding in. "I think I should call the aurors to apprehend you." Harry was about to send a signal in the air when the block of earth that held Voldemort crumbled. Harry jumped quickly to evade the shot of green light that went speeding toward him.

"Oh come now Harry." Voldemort laughed. "I don't think there'd be anyway you'll get out of here without killing me." Voldemort raised his arm once again and pointed his wand straight at Harry's heart. Harry scrambled to get up from the ground. "Unless, of course, if I kill you first." Voldemort twirled his wand and a red flame shot out of the tip of his wand. Harry formed a letter X with his wand and it absorbed the red flame. He looked up and saw a yellow beam coming straight at him. Harry wasn't fast enough and he soon found himself trapped as the spell coiled around his body and squeezed tight. He watched as Voldemort raised his wand again and said, "Avada Kedavra!" Another stream of green light shot at Harry. He had to act fast.

"You can't beat me this easily!" Harry concentrated on disapparating but the yellow light only squeezed tighter and tighter. "I won't lose to you!" Harry's wand lit up and a bright gold flash burst from him. The light broke the spell that bound Harry and deflected the killing curse that Voldemort sent to him. "I won't be the one to die." Harry was panting and his sweat was dripping. Yet Voldemort looked neither tired nor hurt.

"So you do know the prophecy after all." Voldemort said sounding delighted. "Now then." Voldemort had his wand raised again. "Avada Kedavra!" This time Harry was prepared: he deflected the curse and shot a reductor curse at Voldemort. Voldemort disapparated and appeared behind Harry and sent another jet of green light. Harry dodged it but stumbled from the force of the spell. "That one was extra special." Voldemort sneered.

"Whatever." Harry smirked as he made complex movements with his wand, and pointed them at the trees. The trees began to attack Voldemort; swaying their thick branches and sending leaves that slit Voldemort's skin. Voldemort disapparated again, reappearing on Harry's right side. "Expelliarmus!" Harry bellowed as Voldemort sent another killing curse at him.

The two spells made contact and connected. The red and green light changed into a golden stream. Both Voldemort and Harry held on to their wands looking nervous. The light created a golden dome that filled with phoenix song. Harry felt his heart rise as he saw the golden beads of light travel toward Voldemort's wand. Voldemort scowled and tried as hard as he could to break contact. His wand vibrated hard and he struggled for control.

"You won't beat me like this!" Voldemort let out a cry and pulled out his wand. The golden dome disappeared and they were back to the darkened night sky. Harry had wrapped Voldemort in a rope before he could recover. He dropped to the ground unable to get out. Harry walked closer to him wearing a cocky smile.

"Well if I really have to kill you." Harry's wand was glowing bright blue. He raised his hand to cast a fatal spell at Voldemort.

"Accio!" Voldemort shouted. The wind blew hard to Harry's direction. Something glinted in the sky and the sword of Godric Griffyndor came hurtling down. The sword dived down so fast that before Harry could react, he was stabbed right in the heart. He stepped back in shock feeling the cold metal inside his chest. He vomited out blood and kneeled down. The spell that wrapped Voldemort suddenly sprang free and Voldemort dusted himself as he got up. He laughed. "How ironic that the very thing that kills you is the weapon made by your ancestor." He laughed again. This time, it was a laugh that shook the ground and made the wind scurry in fear.

"I..." Harry dropped to the ground, dead. His blood scattered from where his body lay. Voldemort had triumphed.

"I didn't think I could do it." Voldemort said to himself. "I guess I was just a little afraid that you might be the one to destroy me and my dreams." He stepped on Harry's dead body and grabbed Griffyndor's sword but it became too hot to hold. "Stupid sword." Voldemort disappeared into the shadows leaving Harry's dead body.

The clouds began to gather and whisper to each other: the hope of humankind has failed. They became dark and gloomy as the moon vanished completely and cried. The wind went about again to wake the sleeping. One by one, it shook the homes, and the nests, and the burrows. Those who could sense the darkness coming came out instantly and fled, the wind guiding their way. Lightning touched the tips of trees and begot fire. Fire burned with rage and malice. It traveled to the very corners of the forests, consuming every living thing. Then dark creatures of all sorts came out dancing and singing as they terrorized every soul in existence.

The last of the wizards that had not allied themselves to Voldemort made refuge at Hogwarts. There, they felt protected by the magic surrounding the school and the power of Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster. Yet, everyone knew that the end was near. Inside their minds was an impending destruction that would come about them with the swiftness of light. Many went mad and killed themselves before anything could happen. The power of good was dwindling down.

In this very Dark Age is where our story starts. Even with the shrouding darkness, there were a few who still felt hope. Together with Albus Dumbledore, they escaped the castle as Voldemort was overtaking it. There, they formulated a plan that would destroy Voldemort and free the British Isles from its tyrant.

Led by Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, the last force of good tried to strike back. However, every attempt wasn't enough. As successful as it looked like, the rebels couldn't do enough damage to impair Voldemort. Several calls to several countries- allies- were not heeded (mostly because the other countries did not want to interfere and start a world war). The rebels were beginning to tire of their insignificant efforts. They wanted to do something but could not: there was just too little of them. Somehow they needed to find something- a weapon- so powerful that Voldemort wouldn't be able to stop.

Five years have passed since the dark day of Harry Potter's death. Voldemort's reign over Great Britain was entrenched. The rebels were down to a hundred good people. Hermione was expected to arrive a few hours from trying to convince the Chinese to join them in their fight against the dark lord. Some of the rebels were assigned a mission to take out Voldemort's key prison camp to free their captured brethren. Ron studied a map looking exasperated. His bright red hair limped slightly to the right. His face was etched with marks of old age (though he is twenty-two). Dumbledore sat in a pouf chair giving instructions to three men.

The tunnel's only noise was the drip dripping of the water from above. Once in a while a muggle vehicle would pass but these have become rarer and rarer since Voldemort's reign. Ron was talking softly to himself when there was a sudden loud bang in the tunnel's entrance. Everyone looked around startled. Footsteps could be heard coming closer and closer. A strange shuffling sound could be heard coming toward the rebels. Everyone took their wands out instantly and pointed them at the entrance door. They looked at each other and nodded. The door opened ever so slowly and everyone's wands started lighting up. Then the door swung open and from it came out...