Chapter 1: Father of a murdered son

They say there's no greater love then a mother's love. They say that there is no greater bound than a mother's bound with her child. They say that you can choose your friends and not your family. There are many things people say, some may be true others may be lies. Since tonight I am extremely sure of one thing. There is no greater danger then the father of a murdered son.

Harry ran trough the castle. All around him people, students, professors, order members, were still fighting with death eaters. Even though Voldemort had been destroyed not even 10 minutes ago. He still couldn't believe that it had been so easy. And now he is running trough the building, looking for Ron and Hermoini, looking for all of his friends, anybody of the weasly family, Lupin, anybody at all.

A red light stroke past him. He turned aroun only to see Yaxly trying to stun him. Before he had time to move or raise his wand, Yaxly was already flying in the air. Harry looked up to see Luna smiling at him. Before he could say anything Luna ran of, probably looking for her friends. He started to run to, still looking for ron or Hermoini.

The sound of somebody screaming a spell made him stop. He knew that voice. Wormtail. The men responsable for his parent's dead. He started to run towards the voice. When he arrived he saw Lupin fighting Peter. Peter raised his wand and started the avada kedavra curse. He did the only thing he could think of. He raised his wand and screamed 'PROTEGO' at the same time that Lupin screamed 'EXPELIARMUS'. Peter spell missed, Lupin flew back and Peter's wand flew out of his hand.

Harry ran to Lupin and saw Peter picking up his wand. He saw him hesitate for a second then run away. He ducked beside Lupin. 'Lupin?Remus?Moony?' Lupin reacted on the last name. 'Harry.' 'You ok?' Lupin breated heavely, but appart from that he seemed alright. 'Tonks?' 'I don't know where she is. Sorry.' He helped Lupin on his feet when a sudden bump made them both fall.

'HAGGER!' Out of nowhere Grawp had appeared. His eyes looking trough a window. Harry held up his hand, as if trying to calm down Grawp. 'I don't know where Hagrid is, Grawp, sorry.' As he said that a sudden fear came over him. What if something had happened to Hagrid. What if...Lupin put a hand on his shoulder, probably realising what was going trough his head.

Suddenly he felt Lupin get up beside him. He looked up and saw Lupin ran towards a woman, who now had purple hair. 'Tonks!' Harry smiled as he saw them hug. He stood up and walked towards them, when out of nowhere Luna appeared. 'Harry!Harry!' Lupin let go of Tonks and turned around. 'Luna what?' 'Neville!' She turned around and started to run. Harry, feeling a sudden fear overpower him, ran after her. He heard Lupin and Tonks coming after him, but he didn't turn around.

He only stopped when he suddenly felt cold overpower him. He looked at Neville, who was sitting in the middle of a group of dementors. His first thought was to count the dementors, but as he started he realised inmediatly that there where to many to count. He raised his want, while whipering to Luna: 'Remember. Happy thoughts.' She nodded and raised her want. He felt Lupin raise his wand beside him to.

He closed his eyes. Suddenly he saw Cedric flying trough the air, while the voice of Voldemort screamed in his ear. Bow for the dead Harry, it might even be painless. I wouldn't know; i've never died before. He tried to remain calm, trying to remember happy thinks. He saw Hermoini running towards him in his second year, he remembered Sirius. With the thought of Ron, Hermoini and Ginny in his head he screamed: 'EXPECTO PATRONUM'

It was as if a light bomb had suddenly exploted in the hallway. There were not four dementors, as he had expected, but more then ten. While he looked around he realised quickly that all the DA members were standing around Neville. They had had, just like him, only one thought. To save their friend. He looked at the patronuses, to many animals to recognize them all. He turned around when he heard somebody call out his name.

'Hermoini!' Hermoini hugged him, as she had done so many times before, yet it felt different somehow. Maybe it was because he knew she was now with Ron. He saw Ron approach them and let go of Hermoini. Ron smiled at him, as he always did. Yet he seemed a little sad. Harry felt a sudden pain in his heart when he remembered Fred.

Suddenly he saw Lupin running away. Tonks was standing there, confused. Harry, Ron and Hermoini ran after Lupin. When they arrived in the hallway before the portret of the fat lady, they all three realised why Lupin had run. He had run after wormtail, with only one thought in his head. Take revenge for his friends. For the marauders.

Yet he did nothing. Another person was already fighting with wormtail. With such rage, with such hate that they were all staring without saying a word. He saw all sorts of spells fly around, spells he had never heard of. Peter was not strong enough, an extremely strong spell hit him in the chest. Peter exploded in the air.

Harry looked right in the eye of the one person he had never thought he would see again. He tried to say something but he didn't knew what to say. What do you say to the father of the boy you saw die three years ago? He did not know that Amus was wondering a simular thing. What do you tell the boy who saw your son die? What do you tell him, knowing that he had probably suffered under that dead as much as he had?

They say that there is no stronger love that a mother's love. My mother proved that the day she died for me. They say that there is no greater bound than the one between a mother and her child. I couldn't tell you if that's true, since I have no mother. They say that you can't choose your family but you can choose your friends. Dursley's, need I say more?

They say many things, I couldn't tell you if they're true. But after wachting the duel that I just wached. I'm still surprised that there is something left of Peter. I know one thing for sure. There is not greater danger, no greater furie, than the father of a murdered son.