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The world is destroyed the people are in disarray, there is only one for the last living race of humans, Wizards. The war has destroyed the city's the country side is nothing more than a barren wasteland.
And yet the world still struggles on. This last remaining race has only one advantage, Magic. If this weren't the case then the world would have died long ago, but thanks to the millennia of knowledge and innovation saved the world from destruction.
2 years prior….
Harry had just walk onto what had been the largest battle he had ever seen. The castle was in total ruin, the towers destroyed, the rampart all but torn apart. Bodies littered the ground of the once might castle. Harry watched as family members went to try and identify the bloody and mangled bodies of their friends and family. Harry watched with complete guilt in his heart thinking that this was somehow his fault, if only I had followed Dumbledore's instructions sooner. I could have saved so many if I had just been a little stronger, a little wiser. Then he realized he had done exactly what need to be done to save the Wizarding world from the control of Voldemort.
It had been six month since he had left this school to carry the burden that Dumbledore so closely guarded. The one thing that would finish the dark lord for good was …. Himself. Harry knowing that he had to willingly give himself to die didn't make it any easier to face in his mind and yet he managed the selflessness required to stand before a man who had sworn to kill him and allow himself to die for his friends. He was tortured, persecuted, and chased for months until he made the dark lord once again mortal. All the horcruxes were destroyed, all the fragments of a tormented soul destroyed. Lord Voldermort could once again be killed.
To Harry's surprise he found his friends and so many other waiting for him at the entrance to the great hall. Each one in turn gave him a hug and told him it was not his fault for the devastation, each in turn thanked him for sacrificing his life to save there's. he was overwhelmed with the amount of sadness that these people had endured on his behalf because he was too scared to fight a war that would cause the Wizarding world to rebuild and reform. He thought it strange that all of the people who thanked him were complete strangers; it's as if he had walked back in time to when he first entered the Wizarding world with Hagrid in the leaky cauldron.
Hours after the final spell had been cast an eerie silence had settled over the grounds. Most of the survivors were weeping for the loss of their friends and loved ones. Harry walked over to the great hall and saw his friends looking at the havoc that Bellatrix had unleashed on the hall when she was dueling molly Weasley. The once beautiful stained glass windows were no more than wire frames were the glass once was. Harry watched sadly as the entire Weasley clan gathered around the broken body of Arthur Weasley. Harry vaguely recalled when Mr. Weasley had taken the killing curse that was aimed at harry. He remembered splitting the man in half with sctumsempra, as he watched his surrogate father fall to the ground lifeless. The hate never left him after that moment. From then on he knew only fury for his friends that fought around him and revenge for all those who died defending Hogwarts.
All thought out the battle harry fought with all his strength against the mass of death eaters and dark creatures that seemed to come from nowhere. Harry had yet to see Voldemort enter the fray and fight anyone. The coward harry thought as he stunned yet another death eater who was coming at Ginny from behind her. The battle continued to rage long into the night. Then Voldermort's voice rose clear and loud from among the trees. He wants me harry thought.