Author's Note: HELLO EVERYONE! I'm back with another story! I've actually had this story on my hard-drive for along time, and I just now decided to put it up! I would just like to say one thing...DOOM!

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Disclaimer: I own only what is new to your mind! Jesyka Black and Danielle Knyte are two original characters that belong to me. Although Danielle Knyte is a character inspired by my bestest buddy. Woopa!! (Don't ask, I won't tell).

Prologue

His appearance made even the most powerful man quiver in terror. The title he had bestowed upon himself sent shivers up the spines of the bravest warriors. His presence could force any soul to insanity. He proclaimed himself fear. He was the nightmare that haunts your children and family, he was the shadow that lurked behind you, hiding in the corners you'd never suspect. Lord Voldemort was no longer man, he was, and always would be, the living dead.

Cries of pain etched a sickening smile onto his inhuman face. Tears of loss lifted his dark spirits. Souls crushed and lives ended were the only happenings that made this monster gleeful. This cruel and diabolical creature given life only by the deepest fires of Hell made even the devil cower.

Lord Voldemort could bring the world to its knees with a snap of his wrist, but the one thing he wanted, the one thing that would satisfy his hunger for blood, was the death of just four seventeen year olds.

Chapter 1

The time had come, yet again. Harry could feel his heart pounding from the depth of his chest as the Hogwart's Express chugged slowly out of the station. Why had they made him come back? He had to find the Horcruxes, he had to destroy them, and he had to defeat the darkest wizard of all time, before it was too late. But, could he defeat Voldemort without Dumbledore.

A tear almost escaped from Harry's eyes. The summer had not been a happy one. Even Bill and Fleur's Wedding had been rather depressing for Harry. Whether or not anyone knew was a mystery to him, but he didn't care, he had more important things to think about.

Harry took in a deep breath and sighed. His eyes glanced at the figure that sat across from him.

Long tangles of black hair obscured her face slightly, but Harry could see tears sliding one by one down from his god sister's silver eyes. Harry was obviously not the only one to be hurt by the death of their headmaster. Jesyka had also not taken the news well.

Her knees were drawn up to her chest as she hugged them; her nails were digging into the material of her pants as her bright eyes looked heavenward. The dark bags under her eyes were almost identical to the ones forming under Harry's own emerald eyes. For the past two months, sleep had not been easy to come by.

Harry's gaze turned from Jesyka to the empty seat next to him. The one who would understand, the one who could help comfort him, was gone. She had been given the noble title of Head Girl, and, against her wishes, she was off at a meeting. Danielle told him countless times that she wanted to be with him, that she would have rather sat right there next to him, stroking his arm to calm his fears, but she couldn't.

The other empty seat next to Jesyka belonged to Harry's best friend, Ron. He, out of some miraculous course of events, had received a shiny Head Boy badge in his final Hogwart's letter. As Danielle had said, Harry knew Ron would rather be here than at some meeting. Ron was not exactly ecstatic to be Head Boy, as it showed the similarities between him and his elder brother Percy, whom the four of them disliked immensely. Though Ron had not verbally informed either Harry or Jesyka, they both knew.

"I wish it would rain." Jesyka said quietly, still looking toward the heavens. Harry looked outside to see that the sun shone brightly in the nearly cloudless sky.

"There's not enough happiness for the sun to shine." Jesyka added, not waiting for a response from Harry. Jesyka sighed, and then tore her eyes away from the blue sky and instead stared at her feet. Harry said nothing, but turned his gaze toward the door, waiting for it to spring open to reveal his absent friends.

Minutes passed like years in the quiet compartment. Both of the depressed students seemed to give up hope on their friends ever coming to sit with them, until the door slid open, and the two missing students plopped down in their seats.

"Hey everybody!" Danielle Knyte said catiously as she entered the compartment. "How's is everyone?" She carefully took a seat next to Harry, and saw the one tear on his cheek.

"Oh Harry!" she muttered, and slowly grabbed his hand. "Its all gonna be okay." Harry looked up at Danielle, and their eyes connected. Danielle then suddenly jumped, and drew back her hand as she shivered. Moments with Harry were always weird these days.

Again, the silence set itself upon them. Jesyka kept herself subconsciously entertained by simply tapping her feet together. Ron watched her, concern in his blue eyes. Danielle stole glances at Harry, almost checking up on him, to make sure he was okay. These days, silence was a curse that they couldn't shake. What was there to say? Nothing could cheer their harden souls. From the dreary looks of things, nothing was going to be the same.

Author's Note: So? What did you think? Please be crucially honest, but I would appreciate descriptive criticism! Basically, if it sucks, tell me why! I know its short, but I have four more chapters coming if people review. I might put the second one up whether anyone reviews or not! Thank you for reading, and have a pleasant day!

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