Prologue
"I can't believe it," Hermione cried.
Ron just sat with his knees folded up and his head laying on his knees, his eyes glazed, but turned towards the direction of the dead bodies of his little sister and a certain blonde boy who was in Slytherin. Lying stone cold in the middle of the forest, resting on leaves tainted with red..
Harry was no where to be found.
He did this. Ronald blinked his eyes with furious tears.
Everyone knew, now. They all knew who the real heir of Slytherin was.