Author disclaimer :I don't own Harry Potter, though I wish I did!
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The sun reflected off the shimmering lake, hiding the tears that were falling from his emerald green eyes. His raven coloured hair gained even more of a windswept look than usual as the wind howled past, seeming to echo the mood of the entire populace at Hogwarts. Going home at the end of term had never been this hard for the students, but then again they had always known that they could look forward to the next term.
No more.
No more Hogwarts, no more classes, no more homework, no more Dumbledore.
And No-one, no-one, felt this more than the boy on the edge of the lake.
You see that boy was Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the 'chosen one'. And Harry had witnessed the most dreadful crime of all, murder, the murder of his beloved mentor- Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. This was no more. Now it was uncertain as to whether Hogwarts would reopen, it was uncertain what lay head, and it was uncertain (at least to Harry) as to who would save the wizarding population. Not many people knew, but Harry Potter was prophesised to be the saviour. Though the only part of it that Harry really cared about was the end- and one must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live whilst the other survives.
A whistle blew in the distance and Harry sighed then deep in thought rose and started to make his way down to the carriages lined up to take the students to the train station. As the carriages came into view, a lump rose in Harry's throat. He had forgotten about the horses that pulled the carriages, the Thestrals. Thestrals were visible only to those who had seen death. And Harry had seen both the death of Dumbledore and that of his godfather Sirius.
"Harry" someone yelled, bringing Harry out of his stupor, "hurry up or we'll miss the train". At this Harry gave a slight smile, Hermione Granger, one of Harry's best friends, was always worried about time constraints, exams and knowledge. Ron Weasley, Harry's other best friend was completely different. All he seemed to worry about was food, Quidditch and chess, although he did seem to care about Hermione. "Not that the git would admit it" muttered Harry as he stepped up into a carriage.
"What was that Harry?" asked a pretty, yet saddened redhead to his right. "Nothing Ginny" harry replied solemnly. Ginny Weasley, Ron's youngest sister and Harry's one time girlfriend, was another thing that Harry thought of all the time. Harry had broken up with Ginny at Dumbledore's funeral, stating that it was too dangerous for them to be together. And although Ginny had seemingly taken it well, Harry had no idea what she had planned.
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