A/N: Another of my half baked brain children at this point now with 3 in progress stories I'm probably biting off far more than I can chew, but I don't control my muse, my muse controls me. So I hope you like it.
Warning: This story, like all my others is rated M for a reason, please don't read this if your a child. There will be adult language, scenes of a sexual nature, descriptions of torture, and probably a few other triggers. You have been warned, you can't say that you weren't.
here will likely be Ron bashing in this story, I'm not going to apologize for it, I write what I write how I want to write it. Its my story and therefore my prerogative.
Aside from that, please enjoy.
The Broken
Prologue
The war was over, they had won. Harry had come out of the forest alive but feigning death, Neville had surprised everyone when he had stepped forward and spoke directly against Voldemort, effectively breaking the silencing charm that had been cast over the crowd of students and Order members alike as they faced the Wizarding World's greatest threat since Grindelwald. He'd gone still further, pulling the sword of gryffindor and beheading the foul snake by the Dark Lord's side removing their last obstacle. The the duel to decide their fate raged, Harry sprang from his prone position and killed the psychopath, for he could hardly be called a man, that had been torturing and terrorizing them for decades in his quest for immortality and power. Voldemort was finally, truly, irrevocably dead, and yet they had lost so many.
A mourning Remus and Andromeda, holding a small sleeping bundle with turquoise hair, Tonks at their feet, long mousy brown hair spread beneath her, her face so serene that she could almost have been sleeping but for the cold, lifeless pallor of her skin. The Weasley's were holding their own vigil a huddle of fiery red hair, around Percy, who had finally shown his Gryffindor bravery giving his own life to save Fred as a wall came crashing down towards him in one of the many battle ravaged halls of the pace they'd all at one point called home. Arthur held Molly who's heartbreaking wails had long since died down to near silent sobs. Parvati cried unable to be separated from the bodies of her best friend and twin sister, the unfortunate victims of a feral Greyback, to get treated for her own battle wounds. And there were so many more, bodies were everywhere, friend and for alike, as all those who had died in the final conflict were carried or elevated into what remained of the Great Hall. But for all those they had lost, a few injured were taken to the Hospital Wing and St. Mungo's, and far more were those who had been saved, spared, the safe and cared for all over the country.
A/N: Hope you liked the prologue please leave a review, I'd love to know what you think.
Love Always,
The Broken
