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Chains Of Time And Death
Bullets whistled over head at an alarming rate.
A chain gun across no mans land expended bullets with deadly force.
Holes left in rock and flash alike.
After the fall of their squad leader Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter took command of his group, roaring to make himself heard above the screams of the bullets and the injured he order the remainder of his team to split into two groups of four, they where to retreat back toward their allies in the north.
Sucking up the force from a grenade blast above his trench he used the flying mud as cover to crawl up the banking and peer over the top.
The enemy where only 100 hundred feet away and advancing quickly in massive numbers.
They where going to be caught in this trench and massacred.
He looked to the group on right who had yet to move out and began to scream at them to shift.
The members of said group seemed to realize the urgency of this order and moved double speed through the maze of the trench and out of sight.
Harry took a deep breath an clutched the pack of grenades he had taken from their dead ammo holder.
Taking a standard issue British grenade he pulled the pin, keeping his thumb where the pull would usually be he turned and pushed himself over the top of the trench just as the enemy forces began to move in on their position.
A bullet hit him in the chest and the grenade slipped out of his hand, the enemy troops swarmed around him and he dropped the box, grenades spilled out.
Five.
Another bullet hit him in the arm.
Four.
The first of the enemy troop got into their trench and froze, looking around at the abandoned muddy pit.
Three.
The rest of the troop took in the site of a lone soldier and an abandoned trench.
Two.
The general at the for front of the invasion looked down at the scattered grenades at his feet, eyes wide with sudden realization.
One.
Harry burst into a fit of insane laughter which was drowned out by the scream of mixed terror and rage issued by his enemy counterpart.
Somewhere in Britain a young man named Neville Longbottom was struck by a sudden wave of nausea which gave the Death Eater he had been dueling with the split second he had been waiting for, a green flash and a sudden rush of air.
Neville Longbottom, was dead, the boy who had, lived no more.
A muffled curse.
Albus Dumbledore rolled out out of his massive four poster bed and landed on the plug of his muggle radio which some house elf or other had unplugged to shine the prongs.
Moving slowly he pulled on a dressing gown and padded down into his office, dropping into the chair behind his desk he opened the top most draw with his wand and removed the piece of parchment that lay on top.
"Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus"
Hogwarts grounds spread out beneath his hands and as the Slytherine common room was uncovered his eyes roamed for a certain boy.
Fixing on the name he found that all was in order and his urge to check up on the young man was un-warranted.
But strange urges did seem to follow his strange dreams.
"Why should i wish to check up on young Mr Riddle? And who in Merlin's name is Harry Potter..."
Authors Note: Just a one shot to practice my writing, been trying to write something more serious but i can't seem to get it to work.
Hope you enjoyed this and reviews will be gladly received, i like to know how i can improve my writing whether it be inconsistency or just bad grammar.
You must also forgive some spelling changes throughout what i write, i'm using Open Office and so far it just used an American dictionary, I'm English so it shouldn't make too much difference but some things may come out strangely.
RSHB