Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter

An invisible figure walks across the Hogwarts grounds. A young man hidden from the sight of himself and those of others. Screams echo and travel across the wasteland that had once provided sanctuary to the children who lived there.

As he walks, his feet never meet pure ground. No.

Pure ground doesn't have blood on it. It doesn't have decaying corpses, the flesh of the innocent, the purges of the guilty…

He cannot see what would scar his mind and crush what was left of his soul.

He stepped on something or perhaps, someone. He can't tell upon whom he treads, it could be a comrade…

Or perhaps an enemy.

Maybe a mother or a father

A brother—sister—son—daughter.

They were crazy to be there, he knew this, just like he knew these lives had ended with the simple flick of the wrist and words spoken from a mangled language. Glorious life extinguished by mere mortals, cursed with power and free will.

As he finally reaches the edge of the forest and looks back, just as the sun breaks over the horizon line and illuminates the carnage that he and others helped cause.

Dull green eyes sweep over the field. Every detail outlined in the perfect picture of death. And through it all, one single thought crosses his mind—

"Beautiful."