"Harry! Why? Why did you do it?" Hermione screamed. She was surrounded by the Order of the Phoenix, all of them dead. They were in the now ruined and abandoned 12 Grimmauld Place. The blackness was only illuminated by the glow of shattered glass scattered across the dark wood floor.
"You knew this was going to happen." He said with a sick smile. He had a horrible glint in his now blue eyes. He was dressed all in black, and his face looked different. He was haggard, gaunt, and pale. He had changed. His hair was a long, tangled mess, and it covered his lightning bolt scar. He barely looked like the same person.
"Harry, why did you kill them?" she pleaded. He had his wand aimed at her. She was unarmed, and the only survivor. There was no one to save her now. She knew she was going to die here. But she wanted to know what had cause Harry to snap.
"You know what they say," he grinned maliciously as Voldemort appeared behind him. "If you can't beat them, join them."