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Prologue
June 6, 1976
Somewhere on the West of Germany.
The scene was one of unimaginable horror.
Multiple screams resounded as the small castle that housed Schweinfurz School of Sorcery was attacked by Death Eaters. Its protective wards defeated long ago, the dark wizards had laid waste to everything surrounding the structure. Many bodies of young students were now spread around the grounds, their faces forever frozen in expressions of surprise and pain.
They had been caught unaware by the attack as only moments before the young witches and wizards had been out, enjoying the afternoon of their last day of school. It would never have occurred to them that Death Eaters would soon blast away the barriers protecting their haven and begin an indiscriminate and savage killing spree.
With only two professors out in the grounds at that time, few students had the chance to flee back to the castle. Yet those who had actually made it soon found out that they hadn't been lucky at all.
After making quick work of everyone outside, the seven culprits of the mass killings had charmed the castle so that no one could escape from it. The frightened people huddled inside found out the intention of their attackers when not soon after a multitude of Bombarda spells were cast at the walls, which without its magical protection, quickly began to crumble. The students and faculty trapped inside cried out, desperately scrambling out of the way of falling debris.
"Please! Have a heart! We have children with us!" The voice of the School's Headmaster pleaded from the inside.
"You should have thought of that before daring to deny the Dark Lord! Your fate will be an example of his might!"
And with grins on their faces, the Death Eater blasted at the school, one of them casting a serpent Fiendfyre that coiled and covered the toppling structure. From the inside, the tortured screams of the trapped victims could be heard to the very end, when with a dying groan, Schweinfurz Castle finally crumbled to the ground. As silence fell on the premises, the Death Eaters pocketed their wands, secure in their knowledge that no one had survived.
"Well that didn't take long." said one of the masked wizards with a tinge of amusement.
"Rosier" called another one. "You wanted to do the honors right?"
The Death Eater called Rosier grinned under his mask and nodded.
"Morsmordre!"
The Dark Mark shone with a green brightness over the burning remains of the school as the sun slowly sunk and the skies darkened. The Death Eaters took a moment to stand and admire the results of their work.
They were chatting amongst themselves, smugly comparing some of their killings when it happened.
There was a small spark on the fields nearby. At first unnoticeable, but as it grew in size and sound it rapidly caught the attention of the seven men. They approached the phenomenon with curiosity, watching as a ball of unknown energy buzzed and crackled while growing in size and brightness. As the winds picked up, the dark wizards soon grew wary and pulled out their wands, sensing the amount of power that was building up.
Just as they prepared to unleash strong curses, the luminosity produced by the energy ball reached its eye blinding peak. The wizards only had a second to react, eyes widening in astonishment.
Miles away a wizarding family out farming their fields stopped dead in their chores as they all heard the muffled sound of a far off explosion. On the horizon, green light tinged the sky.