Say Goodbye
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I don't act like I own Harry Potter, because of two words: 'I don't.'
Chapter 1 - How it is
Harry Potter was a fully qualified wizard, an auror helping fight Lord Voldemort in these times of trouble, maybe not directly, as he needed to stay hidden, but in other ways too. He was happily married to a young, lady called Virginia, and they had one daughter called Elizabeth.
But life was stressful enough without the wailing of Elizabeth in the night, not that it was entirely her fault, Harry knew Lord Voldemort had plans to destroy Harry's loved ones in a desperate attempt to destroy the heir of Godric Gryffindor himself. Harry spent his nights cold and laying awake as he feared for the lives of his friends and family, his forever-growing inner - circle.
Voldemort knew Harry well enough by now to know if he couldn't get to Harry physically, he would just have to hurt him emotionally, to try and get the heir out of hiding by killing his loved ones. Not that Voldemort truly understood 'weak, human emotions like love' he had said before he had rid himself of such things, but he finally understood the way to get to Harry was to pierce a hole through his heart, emotionally.
Harry was still recovering from his last encounter with Voldemort; he remembered the dark, damp situation in which he had been stuck. It had been a dark, dreary night and Harry had expected to find noone, he was deeply mistaken. He had literally run straight into Voldemort, Harry had narrowly escaped, and now knew not to be so foolish in the near future.
You see, now there was a full-fledged war against Voldemort, his death - eaters and everyone fighting for what is good, and right. Muggles were now involved also; the ministry of magic had no time to run after Muggles and put memory charms on them anymore. They just had to live in horror, hoping that somehow, someway they would wake up to a world without a wizarding war where no Muggle could possibly defend themselves. That was what everyone wished for, the end, actually, it were a common knowledge, many, even some Death - Eaters, were fed up. Harry had already known a few wizards and witches, who had left the war completely, and pretended to live their lives as helpless Muggles in hard to find locations.
But that was something, neither Harry nor Ginny could do, as Voldemort and his Death - Eaters were working very hard to find, him, and as Harry had realised on his last encounter, they were everywhere.
It was lucky for them they had a safe secret keeper, Albus Dumbledore was standing up to the threats in the wizarding world and still remaining to be in charge of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. Which was a good thing, more people with magical energy were needed each day.
These were times of terror; The Dark Mark was now something, Muggles and Wizards alike, witnessed very often in their very frantic and often painful lives. It still struck pure terror, though, even if The Dark Mark hovering above your hometown was something you saw very often.
Let's put it this way, noone wants to ever see The Dark Mark hovering above their homes, but they know well enough that it was probably going to happen sometime, and people had learned to expect the worst.
There were a lot more people living on the streets and moving each day now, but it was probably less safe, they were unprotected and uncovered, some Death-Eaters were thick enough to forget which families they had killed off, torn apart and divided and might possibly leave you alone. Not many were that lucky.
Of course, Aurors everywhere were catching Death-Eaters all the time, but more of them escaped than went into Azkaban, which was quite worrying, although there were no longer Dementors guarding them, but high ranking ministry officials, which may have been part of the problem.
And don't forget Lord Voldemort had the Dementors on his side, most people slept in terror just because of them alone, the Dementors loved nothing more than to give their victims a nice kiss, a worse than death kiss more like.
There were a lot of people who needed to be protected at the moment, but their were even less people willing to be a secret keeper, having someone else lives on their hands is not something most people want to have on their back. Especially when you might be tortured further by Death-Eaters having 'fun' or tortured by Lord Voldemort himself, neither of which was very nice.
In these times it was hard to find a happy, upbeat person, the happiest people were probably those at Hogwarts. After all, they were under the crooked nose of Albus Dumbledore himself. Of course, many at Hogwarts feared for their families outside Hogwarts, and wondered how they were doing; most people had already suffered at the right hand of Lord Voldemort.
This was how the world was at the present, and at times it looked like there was no way out, no end to finally clear up the pain and unhappiness people were accustomed to.
It seemed like there was no end…