Prologue

The wind whistled through the deserted corridors of Hogwarts castle. The corridors were strewed with debris and bodies from the deadly battle that had raged a few hours earlier. The once beautiful castle that took the first year students breath away, now stood badly damaged, with little of it still standing.

A fierce storm was brewing over Hogwarts, fat rain drops were already beating, as if the sky itself was crying.

Harry Potter, the boy who lived again, sat on a fallen turret looking out over the castle and grounds, deep in thought as rain drops splattered on his face and glasses he couldn't have cared less that the battle was won - but at what cost? He thought of so many dear friends, so many classmates that lay fallen in the place he called home, in a battle that wasn't theirs to fight, yet so many lay their life on the line to protect him.

Fred, Tonks, Lupin the list went on in Harrys head. The pain he felt was incredible, almost physical tears brimmed at his eyes and he quickly brushed them away; he had to be strong for Ron and the rest of the Weasley family who had opened their heart and their home for him. He considered them his family; they had protected Harry with little thought to themselves.

Harry continued to stare until footsteps him made him jump slightly he turned, wand drawn to see who was approaching...