"I'm going to keep going until I succeed, or die." - Harry Potter

Prologue: The death of Harry Potter

The frosty winds howled in grief and despair at the destruction below. The blood red clouds was like a symbol of death above the ruin that was once the grand castle of Hogwarts. Hundreds of bodies littered the ground of students, teachers and death eaters alike, not recognisable among the piles of corpses.

An entire generation was slaughtered in the battle to secure Hogwarts, the place where students fulfilled their dreams and now a place where dreams were mercilessly crushed by death.

Blood splattered the grounds and all was silent, it was as if the world was giving a moment of silence to mourn the death of so many people. The soundless night gave an ominous feeling, as if the world knew that a terrible event has just happened and there was no way to repair the damage.

Rubble and craters littered the now grassless plains like a god had ripped off chunks of the land and threw aside.

The war was over with the complete annihilation of any sides involved, there was not any survivors to claim victory. Dumbledore had fallen from curses from various death eaters and Lord Voldemort had been slain by the combined efforts of the Hogwarts students.

Suddenly, a body moved. A raven haired boy with eyes like emerald sat up, observing the death and destruction with almost lifeless eyes as if the boy had already died.

Harry Potter let out choked sobs as he saw his best friend Ron lying on the ground killed by a curse meant for Harry.

With Hermione's help, Harry had researched ways to destroy Voldemort`s body and soul completely. The method they had settled on was Phoenix fire. Using various runes and rituals, Harry became the first phoenix animagus in history.

The path to being an phoenix animagus was not easy. One had to be pure of heart to succeed and not be fuelled by hate or revenge.

After acquiring the phoenix form, Harry had become a natural with fire spells such as incendio.

However, the transformation gave him an uncanny fear of water. That one weakness caused Hermione's death, Harry had been unable to save her as she fell from the castle into the lake.

Unfortunately, Harry was not able to practice using his phoenix powers and unable to destroy Voldemort until it was too late.

After killing Sirius, Voldemort started a one on one duel with Harry. During the duel, Harry attempted to activate his phoenix flames but couldn't succeed. As Voldemort shot a killing curse at Harry, Ron intercepted it with his own life. That gave Harry all the rage he needed to burn Voldemort to ashes.

Remus had been killed by Fenrir Grayback. However, he was able to take the blood thirsty werewolf with him as he died.

Harry saw the bodies of his friends and comrades, all the remaining order of phoenix members and the professors, all of them were gone. Not one student of Hogwarts had been spared, they were either killed by fiendfyre or died defending the great hall.

Harry fell back onto the ground, staring dully at the sky. What use was being alive when everyone he cared about was gone?

Magical Britain would probably go extinct in a couple of years, there weren't any younger wizards to take the place of their predecessors.

As he thought more, he found his will to live less. There was no point living in the muggle world, he had no friends or contacts there. Even the Dursleys could not escape the wrath of Lord Voldemort.

Harry laughed hollowly. He was only fifteen and was already considering suicide! What a messed up world he lived. Harry reflected in the muggle world, even the cruellest dictators did not slaughter and entire generation.

Harry wondered what his life would be like if he had never entered the magical world, would he eventually find a career in something he was good at? Would Voldemort enslave the muggles?

There was no point living a life of regret, Harry thought. He might as well join his parents.

Harry stabbed himself in the heart with the sword of Gryffindor. His last thoughts before his vision blackened was how he wished that he could try again.

Harry burst into flames, but from the ashes, nothing emerged.