"The Last Day"
This story goes out to all my fellow Harry Potter fans, may the craze never end X)
A special thanks to Caitlin (Deinonchi) who has spent many hours discussing HP with me and sharing theories for OotP. Only 77 more days girl!
Also many thanks to those participating in Witchcraft and Wizardry, whose unique portryals of Rowlings (not to mention their own) chars have inspired me in their own way. Here's hoping the fun and excitment never ends.
Disclaimer: All characters and places are copyright J.K. Rowling unless we say otherwise (aka there's someone you don't recognize from the books.). This story will be rated PG-13 for mature themes, some violence, and laguage at intervals. This will be taking place during the gangs 7th year, meaning Harry, Ron, and Hermione will be 17 and acting their age. we've done our best to stay as close to Rowlings world and story as possible but do to the time jump we've had to make up the events in book 5 and 6 on our own. Still we hope you'll enjoy it.
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Prologue
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Harry blinked and opened his eyes, staring into the darkness that had filled the sky. It seemed that day had been suffocated and now only night lived on, to appear everyday and never leave. The black swirling clouds above slowly came into focus and Harry gave a soft moan, his head swimming. All around him he could hear the screams, they echoed in his head and threatened to make him mad. He wasn't sure he could get up and so he layed there, hoping beyond all hope that this was merely a dream.
It had all happened so fast. The lawns of Hogwarts had been overtaken by the death eaters and the students who littered the lawns had been killed with a simple muttering of words. Harry wasn't sure how he didn't see it coming. One by one they fell, a green shimmering light flashing like erie stars in a distant sky, and then the screams.. the screams that held more fear then anyone could imagine. But those who lost their lives didn't scream long. No.. it was the ones under the crutacious that rang in Harry's ears.
He raised his hands to cover them but found he couldn't move. He had been placed under some curse that had bound his body, but this was unlike the normal body bind.. this one he couldn't break. He stuggled to get free of it and his eyes flashed, searching for something.. for his wand. His wand was missing.
Then another wave of screaming hit him, but this wasn't the same as before. This wasn't the screaming of his fellow classmates, it was his mother. He closed his eyes and felt his body go cold, the world around him seemed to spin and the memories of his mother's death looped in his head just as it had during his 3rd year. But this time there was no patronus to help him, to drive away the dementor. He was afraid to open his eyes, afraid of how close it was. But the screaming grew louder and Harry couldn't stand it. His eyes flew open and widened as the hoodless, demonic faces of the dementors loomed over him. A final scream filled his head and the world went black. The last thing he heard, was the maniacal laughter of the person he hated most, more then Snape, more then Voldemort, even more then the Dursleys... Draco Malfoy.
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Author's note: Sorry for the shortness of the Prologue but we felt we couldn't include much more without giving away some of what would happen later on (the story is set up Mid War(that being the prologue)-7th year-End of War). We'll make up for it though. Promise.
This story goes out to all my fellow Harry Potter fans, may the craze never end X)
A special thanks to Caitlin (Deinonchi) who has spent many hours discussing HP with me and sharing theories for OotP. Only 77 more days girl!
Also many thanks to those participating in Witchcraft and Wizardry, whose unique portryals of Rowlings (not to mention their own) chars have inspired me in their own way. Here's hoping the fun and excitment never ends.
Disclaimer: All characters and places are copyright J.K. Rowling unless we say otherwise (aka there's someone you don't recognize from the books.). This story will be rated PG-13 for mature themes, some violence, and laguage at intervals. This will be taking place during the gangs 7th year, meaning Harry, Ron, and Hermione will be 17 and acting their age. we've done our best to stay as close to Rowlings world and story as possible but do to the time jump we've had to make up the events in book 5 and 6 on our own. Still we hope you'll enjoy it.
~*~
Prologue
~*~
Harry blinked and opened his eyes, staring into the darkness that had filled the sky. It seemed that day had been suffocated and now only night lived on, to appear everyday and never leave. The black swirling clouds above slowly came into focus and Harry gave a soft moan, his head swimming. All around him he could hear the screams, they echoed in his head and threatened to make him mad. He wasn't sure he could get up and so he layed there, hoping beyond all hope that this was merely a dream.
It had all happened so fast. The lawns of Hogwarts had been overtaken by the death eaters and the students who littered the lawns had been killed with a simple muttering of words. Harry wasn't sure how he didn't see it coming. One by one they fell, a green shimmering light flashing like erie stars in a distant sky, and then the screams.. the screams that held more fear then anyone could imagine. But those who lost their lives didn't scream long. No.. it was the ones under the crutacious that rang in Harry's ears.
He raised his hands to cover them but found he couldn't move. He had been placed under some curse that had bound his body, but this was unlike the normal body bind.. this one he couldn't break. He stuggled to get free of it and his eyes flashed, searching for something.. for his wand. His wand was missing.
Then another wave of screaming hit him, but this wasn't the same as before. This wasn't the screaming of his fellow classmates, it was his mother. He closed his eyes and felt his body go cold, the world around him seemed to spin and the memories of his mother's death looped in his head just as it had during his 3rd year. But this time there was no patronus to help him, to drive away the dementor. He was afraid to open his eyes, afraid of how close it was. But the screaming grew louder and Harry couldn't stand it. His eyes flew open and widened as the hoodless, demonic faces of the dementors loomed over him. A final scream filled his head and the world went black. The last thing he heard, was the maniacal laughter of the person he hated most, more then Snape, more then Voldemort, even more then the Dursleys... Draco Malfoy.
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Author's note: Sorry for the shortness of the Prologue but we felt we couldn't include much more without giving away some of what would happen later on (the story is set up Mid War(that being the prologue)-7th year-End of War). We'll make up for it though. Promise.