Authors Note: This story came to me while I was 'listening' to my tutor at college, it was completely accidental but I decided to write it none the less. Anyway it's based after HBP but before DH was written if that makes any sense. I don't own any of the characters or plot or places or anything else in this story, the world was created by JK Rowling, and all belongs to her.

My other story is kind of sht so I stopped that one and started this.

Any enough of my blabbing, on with the story.

Remember R&R Please.

The Beginning of the End

Chapter 1: Thinking Back

Harry Potter was lying on the bed of his room at 4 Privet Drive. He could hear the television downstairs which he had no doubt that Dudley's little piggy eyes were glued to. Hem thinks back to his past year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A busy year.

Work. Attacks. Horcruxes. Pensive Memories.

Then it hit him. Dumbledore. His mentor. Dead. Gone.

Tears began to form in his eyes as he thought about how Albus Dumbledore had died. Risking his life for a horcrux that wasn't even real! This angered Harry to a point which couldn't be explained.

Snape.

Harry has loathed Snape since the moment they met when he was eleven and he knew that Snape felt the same about him. But seeing Snape kill Dumbledore and blast him off the tower just pushed Harry over the edge. He'll kill him. He won't rest till Severus Snape is dead. Traitor. Dumbledore trusted him, convinced the order that he wasn't evil, trusted him with so much information. Snape betrayed him.

Harry sat up and punched his pillow. Why did Dumbledore have to stun him, he could have helped, stop Snape from killing him.

Another father figure gone. Never to return. James. Sirius. And now Dumbledore. Harry put his head in his hands, his fault. All of them protecting him.

Harry was stuck in mid-thought when he heard a loud voice thundering up the stairs.

"Boy! Get done here!" Harry groaned as he made his way down the stairs.