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When the end comes

Chapter one:

The Ways Of Parting

Ginny Weasley lay sprawled on the cold, stone floor, blood slowly trickleing from her nostrils. "Now now Potter, real men don't cry" A cold voice hissed at the crumpled heap on the ground that was Harry Potter.

Tears were streaming down Harry's face, or was it blood? He couldn't tell , he was feeling the deepest swirling mixture of emotion right now. Anger, sadness, hatred, but confusion most of all for Harry did not know where he was or how he had gotten there. He was on his knees, bended over, in a defeated bow. No... he thought 'Not like this'. He tried to stand, but something clasped him hard on the shoulder and pushed him back down into his weakend bow.

"Oh how long I have been yearning for this moment Potter..." The shrill voice began to talk again "Sixteen starving years and I am finally being pleased" And without any further ado the cold hissing voice spoke the curse that had killed so many: "Avada Kedavra!"

With a flash of green light Harry Potter was dead...

Harry woke with a half scream half gasp, which caused him to lose his breath and fall out of his bed. It was a still night at number four, Privet Drive, and this was Harry's last night he would ever have to spend with the Dursleys. The Dursleys were Harry's last living relatives after his parents had been murdered, and Harry had been forced to live with their un-relentless torment for the last Fifteen years. He was very thankful to be escapeing them and was only here on a request, he had promised Dumbledore to return to the Dursleys just one last time in order to keep an ancient magic in order till Harry came of age. The Dursleys had said nothing to Harry nor to eachother all the day that Harry had spent in their home. This of course was unusual. Harry was thinking about not even going to go back to number four, Privet Drive, but he took Albus Dumbledore's last request more serious than anything ever in his life.

Sweat was draining from every pore in his body, and his heart was racing.

"Adream?" he said aloud to himself.

It seemed so real, he had felt the pain of the Cruciatus curse, he had felt the pain of his heart breaking when Ginny had-

He couldn't even think about it, not now, not ever. A tear silentley dropped from Harry's cheek, why was he falling apart like this? "Ginny was just a crush" he muttered, it even hurt to hear himself say that... Did he really love this girl, "But she's not just a girl" he reasoned with himself. I know that this time it is a real love, not a petty crush, he was going to end Voldemort and he was going to pursue his love till the day he died. "No one will stand in my way" he thought.

The crimson morning sky was just beggining to peirce Harry's window as he finished getting dressed. His bedroom was quite different from when he had first moved into it, it was now completely bare, no drawings of Hedwig, no Quidditch posters, and no hidden food in the loose floorboard under his bed. He had stripped the room bare of everything he owned, leaving no trace that he had ever lived there. This of course was what the Dursleys would have enjoyed most in life: to never had to have taken in Harry. In a way Harry was sorry to be leaving them, partley because of the look on Dudley's face whenever another Wizard would stop by number four, and partley because he had grown attatched to the Dursleys in a way only he would understand. Harry sat down on his bed and shoved on his trainers, at the same time wondering how he would find every Horecrux, and destroy them too. "An impossible task" Harry thought. He stood yawning, not all the way miserable but almost there.

He had his mind set on where he was going to go for his first Horecrux, it was the only place that occured to him at the moment, and he had to start somewhere. Harry pulled the locket from his trunk, it pained him to look at it, thinking about Dumbledore and how he weakend himself grealty in order to obtain it. Another tear fell from his cheek, Dumbledore, the only man the Dark Lord Voldemort ever feared... dead. Harry knew it was his fault Dumbledore was killed, he had been the one who weakend him, he had been the one whom Albus had died for. "Snape killed him" said Harry. So all in all it was Snape's fault he is dead, the blood lay in his hands, not Harry's. If he ever saw Snape again, Harry would kill him, he vowed this to himself, and in a way had made an Unbreakable Vow with himself. Harry would destroy Snape and every other death eater along with him, or he would die trying.

No way in Hell was Harry going to lose to Snape.

Swinging the locket around his neck he put a levitating charm on his things. He had been wondering what to do with everything he didn't need that he packed, and thought that as soon as he got to where he was going he would burn all of his school books and anything else he didn't need. This, of course would be nessicary since he would be traveling so much. He walked downstairs, Firebolt, cloak, and luggage in hand, and turned the corner. Nothing in the world could have prepared him for what he about to see next, the Dursleys standing together grinning at him, silent tears streaming down his aunt Petunia's face. Uncle Vernon and Harry's cousin Dudley Dursley were in their best suits, and aunt Petunia in a brilliant dressing gown. Petunia walked quickley to Harry and threw her arms around him sobbing into his shoulder, he did not know what to do, thinking hard on what to say he was glad when she simply said "We're sorry Harry". Harry's heart leapt, he felt so fond of the Dursleys at this moment that all he could say to them was "I know". Dudley simply beamed as his father trampled up to Harry throwing out his hand to shake Harry's, "I... I'm proud of you boy" it looked like it took uncle Vernon all of his self control to say this. Aunt Petunia let go of Harry and he turned and set off to the door, as his hand grasped the knob and turned to pull the door open, he heard a voice growl from right behind him "We are counting on you to take care of this Voldywort person boy" Harry nodded as he walked out and mounted his broom, lost in thought, with one last mortified look at the Dursleys, happieness bursting inside him, he was off to number 12, Grimmald Place.

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