Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not own Harry Potter, man that's really hard to believe….
Author's note: After the Half Blood Prince, the war to end all wars will begin….enjoy this! Oh, and it's called Harry Potter and the Great War.
Chapter1
The beginning for the End
People started to come awake at Private Drive. Mothers hurried their children to the yellow buses that came every day, except on breaks and holidays, and other adults got into their cars and drove off to work. There were some joggers that waved at some of the people they saw. There were also people that were walking their dogs. All theses people were living their lives without the slightest knowledge of the evil that was lurking, that soon, a war was going to take place what so ever.
In a very small room there lay a boy in bed. He was asleep, but he occasionally tossed and turned. You could not possibly guess what he was dreaming, for this is out of our league. Although one thing was certain, this boy was not having a pleasant dream. He turned for the millionth time, but this time he had hit his head on the rim of the bed. He let a moan out, not a moan if you felt a slight pain, this was a moan as if you saw someone die right in front of you and you were helpless. Then suddenly, the screeching of tires rang through out the whole neighborhood. The boy woke up swiftly, abruptly ending his nightmare.
"Dumledore…?" He asked mystically. His face changed from mystified to sadness. Reality hit the boy, Harry, hard. He remembered that Dumbledore would no longer come to the school, accompany him, nor would he give him extra lessons. The great headmaster was dead; he would not be coming back.
The day before had been Bill and Fleur's wedding. He had been tired, but he was fairly refreshed by his sleep even with the horrible nightmare. He vaguely remembered him being held back by death eaters. Snape had been mocking him and giving him very powerful blows to the stomach. After this a few death eaters came into his view dragging Dumbledore. He had screamed, green light shot out from the tip of Snape's wand, and he woke up.
He stared at the dusty floor for a while. He did not move, just still, almost forever.
"…I feel that today's the day…"
"Today, I am going to start it all…"
"Today, I am going to try and end it all…"
"Today will be the day that death eaters wished it never happened…"
"Today is the day they will be hunted…"
"Today is the day I will throw away my name…"
"From today, they will call me by Silent Plague…"