Prologue

Harry brandished his wand with a wave and let off a powerful blue curse he had learnt last night in the Hogwarts library. The curse hit the running death eater in the hallway in front of the Gryffindor Common Room. Hogwarts was under attack, and Harry was determined to stop it. The alarms had been sounding for a while now, beep beep beep. Dumbledore was being cautious and that was very good. Harry motioned for the rest of the Gryffindor to go forward. They followed his command instantly.

He let them go forward first, he did not want to be the first one to be hit from a curse. "Remember, take down anyone, I mean anyone who is a death eater or a Slytherin!" shouted Harry. The students cheered, first years through seven years. They charged down the hall, unleashing whatever spells they had in their reservoir. The DA training was really buffing them up, Harry thought. He was glad he had opened it to ALL of the Gryffindor.

"Go!" He shouted as they reached the Great Hall where the teachers were fighting with the death eaters and Voldemort was duelling Dumbledore alone. It was Harry's seventh year, soon he would graduate and would not be able to protect Hogwarts. Now was his chance.

The prophecy had been weighing heavily on his mind, now was a good time to take care of it. Harry had been training for the past two years for this moment, why not take the plunge now?

"Charge!" Harry shouted, and let the students rush ahead in waves. The death eaters turned around surprised and shocked at the army of students casting everything from silly first year spells to dark spells courtesy of Potter.

"Potter!" Voldemort hissed when his crimson eyes caught sight of his arch nemesis.

"Your fight is with me." Dumbledore said sternly, his blue eyes hard and not twinkling. He waved his wand in an arc and let loose summoned attack dogs. Voldemort countered with Snakes.

While the creatures were fighting, Voldemort tried to make his way to Harry who was also trying to get through the piles of death eaters to Voldemort. Dumbledore started running, and leapt up with all the force of his magic. He landed right in front of Voldemort and cast a tripping jinx. Voldemort effortlessly blocked it and jumped back a few feet.

Harry madly started flinging spells in all directions, the scar on his forehead burning brightly and making him feel the rage and anger of Voldemort. As a result his dark curses become more frequent and even more powerful.

The death eaters started shifting away from him, and the Gryffindor were cheering. Some were dead on the floor, bleeding from their stomachs. It made Harry sick, almost. Sick with rage that is. He faced Voldemort who was furiously holding back Dumbledore.

Harry had a clear view of Voldemort's back. He cropped up his wand, and shouted clearly, "Avada Kedavra!" The green killing curse shot out of his wand like a bullet.

Voldemort heard the hiss, and quickly stepped to the side, dodging the killing curse. The curse continued on it's path, fuelled with all of Harry's hate and rage. Dumbledore stood in front of it, a shocked look on his face.

The curse hit the old man, and the old man fell to the ground with a thud. The whole hall turned silent, everyone watching shocked and weary at the rage-filled Harry who had just killed his mentor.

"What the-?" Voldemort smirked, amused. "Well, I'll just leave you to this then. Morsmorde!" The ceiling of the great hall, instead of showing the weather outside, showed Voldemort's signature dark mark.

The students screamed a bit, shocked gasps, as Dumbledore's ghost floated from his body, and soon faded away.

Dumbledore was gone. Forever. And their hero had killed him!

Voldemort chuckled as he apparrated away, the death eaters on his heels. The attack had worked, not as planned, but it had worked.

Harry fell to his knees beside Dumbledore's body, tears pouring out of his eyes. His shoulders stifled sobs, as he screamed a heart wrenching, "No!"

Everyone looked shocked, not knowing what to do. Then the doors to the Great Hall banged open. Cornelius Fudge walked in, in a black robe and his traditional bowler hat. He was followed by a full army of two hundred aurors. Immediately they started securing the doors and windows, shouting orders to scout the entire castle of Hogwarts.

Harry got up, stony faced. He picked up Dumbledore's body, cropped it up on his shoulder and limped over to Fudge who was surrounded by his own personal guard.

Behind him, warily he was followed by Flitwick and McGonnagall. He decided he would face the consequences, whatever they may be.

Azkaban, Harry grimly thought, Here I come.