Mostly written by My BF, and uploaded with permission by him. I thought this was just TOO GOOD of a story to not share. I hope you enjoy it on behalf of the both of us.
Prologue
A New Army
It just wasn't meant to be.
He was all we could have hoped for, the salvation for all mankind, wizard and Muggle alike. He inspired us to fight when all hope seemed lost, to resist despite the overwhelming odds. He was the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, the one man who would ultimately defeat the Dark Lord once and for all. It seemed too good to be true.
And in the end it was.
In one night the fate of the magical world shifted. Whatever it was that drove him to face the Dark Lord alone lead to our destruction. The thundering cheers of the Death Eaters as they approached the castle, Voldemort leading the way, sent fear clutching at our hearts. Hagrid's grieving expression revealed to us what was held in his arms. The shock that over took me upon seeing Harry's lifeless body paralyzed me. With Harry Potter dead at Lord Voldemort's feet, our final symbol of hope against tyranny and evil had fallen, never to rise again.
I felt only blind rage. In my fury, I ran toward Voldemort, Gryffindor's sword in my hands, and killed his precious pet snake, Nagini. It was the least I could do for my friend. The battle continued, but we had no chance; with our leader gone, we lost all sense of self-control. We were so blinded by grief and agony that we left ourselves exposed to Voldemort and his army of Death Eaters. Some of us retreated, knowing that it was a lost cause to keep fighting. Others fought to the bitter end, feeling that there was nothing left to live for.
Those of us who managed to escape Hogwarts retreated to our homes to gather what we could carry and then went abroad, in search of a more peaceful place in which Voldemort had no power. I felt more alone than ever; not only was the Chosen One dead, but I was cut off from all of my friends and allies. I had to face a new life with no familiar faces by my side.
Over the next few weeks, the world was flooded with news of what had become of the United Kingdom: Voldemort had declared himself the new headmaster at Hogwarts, Pius Thicknesse remained the Minister, and the Death Eaters had declared open warfare on Muggles and Muggle-supporters alike. Witches and wizards from all across the world were outraged about the atrocities, but nobody seemed prepared to do anything about it. We simply had to accept that we had lost; our home was no longer our own and we had to abandon all that we once knew.
But I knew it was far from over. I knew that one day, there would be a new army, and a new generation that would take up the mantle of this war and among them, and a leader would rise and bring Lord Voldemort and his reign to an end.
