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I don't own any of this! –pouts- If I did I'd have a lot of money and oooh I'd be so rich and and ooh rambling…-shuts up- Everything belongs to J.K.Rowling bar the plot, that's mine xD
War of the Soul
Years had past from the war between Harry Potter and Voldemort. The dramatic scene unfolded in Harry's fourth years. Everyone believed that both the Dark Lord and the Saviour died in battle. Only the ash scattered along the ground showed any sign that something had been there once. There lay no bodies, no wands, no robes…nothing lay there, except scorched grass, from this day on it shall never return to its lushes green colour, a reminded of all the world had lost on that day.
No one dared speak of it within the families that were close to Harry Potter, however a national remembrance day was placed on that day. The wizarding world will forever in debt to the boy wonder. Only thing they had left of the one to save them was his glasses. The only thing not destroyed in the battle people had lost loved ones in.
The battle claimed many lives of loved ones, be in death eaters, or a student…no one ever stood on that field, no one came close to it. The bodies were left there, not a soul went there, no matter how much the mothers wanted their children's body back they feared the raw magic from both Harry Potter and the Dark Lord would harm any who entered. The magic could still be seen, three years after the battle, slowly moving around the field, as though it was trapped within a force unseen by all. The Ministry were worried, their researches watching the magic keenly reported changes no one would of expected, but then gain this is magic when would anything be normal.
Three years from that fight, everything had changed…. For the worse or for the best?
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Oh I actually got around to typing my idea up…-sigh- I'm slow xD