A/N:

This is just a prologue, that is why it's so short... the rest of the chapters will be alot longer. I hope you enjoy it.

BTW, this was a spur of the moment story that I wrote in about five minutes so please forgive any errors, and tell me what I need to fix.

Thanx!

I watched him fall.

The aged body, tired with years of hardship and pain hit the dusty ground.

We watched him fall.

We watched him fall, and then I watched the man beside me kneel beside the ragged body. And I saw a tear slide down his cheek.

Harry Potter does not cry.

But I saw it. I know I saw it, but I wasn't really there. There was a haze... a shadow over my vision… Or maybe it was just my imagination...

But there was a haze. I know it… sometimes, I feel that is all I know

I don't remember much... Just thinking, "The last... the last... He was the last..."

My next clear memory was of being in the garden at Godric's Hollow. It was so green as compared to dusty, barren landscape where he died. There were trees, and bird song... a natural paradise of the body... but not of the mind. Not of my mind.

He had lived such a... rough... hard… existence. He really only had a few years, a few carefree years before that immense load had fallen on his shoulders... His whole life had been marred by it... He had only been a little boy... a little boy... little... young… what is youth anyway? Why do people wish for youth rather then age?

Harry walked up behind me. I turned so fast that any normal person would have screamed, but Harry didn't even flinch. I don't think that he even noticed.

"He was the last," he said, after a long pause… hours… days…, "The last. They're all gone."

I stared at him, shocked to see, once again, tears swimming in his eyes... green eyes... Lily's eyes... Lily…

Harry Potter does not cry.

The breeze continued to ripple through the trees, the birds continued to sing, the water in the fountain continued to softly splash...

But the real world had crashed down around my shoulders long ago. Things might continue to grow, but growing is just a path to dying... death... dead…

No matter what happens, it will find you... you know it will… You can't escape it, just evade it... Voldemort did. He still does... but there will come a day, like the rest of us, when he too will die. I feel it. I know it. Voldemort knows it…And Harry knows it too. But how many will die before that?

There will be a day when Voldemort dies. That I am sure of… The only thing I am sure of? Even I don't know… This world in which I live… of horror, of death… no body knows… no body knows for sure…

"No" I said, "NO. There is still one more." Harry stared at me. We had been so silent for so long, I believe that he forgot I was there. Escaped into his own world of nothingness…

"What?"

"There's one more."

And he realized it too... there was one more... the last Maurader… one last…

"Peter." Harry said, and looked at me, "Peter Pettigrew."

A/N: OK, so what happens next? Review, and you'll find out! lol...

Luv,

Summer

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