Prologue: The Sixth Year Arrival

The sixth year at Hogwarts had finally begun for the tired, despondent Harry Potter. His friends, the red head, Ron, and the bushy brunette, Hermione, had smiled at him when they met on the Hogwart's Express. Conversation had been quiet and all remembered Sirius' sacrifice just a few months earlier.

When the three had reached the school, chaos was already descending upon the grounds. Teachers quickly gathered all children, first years and above together, into the main hall for protection. It seemed as if swarms of death eaters had come to eradicate the school's occupants only moments before the students had arrived.

Harry, Ron and Hermione ran along the corridors near the main hall as they tried to catch up with the rest. Death Eaters had specific instructions to target the Boy Who Lived with a vengeance and because of that, the three and various teachers had been delayed. Harry had known it was his fault so he had lagged behind to protect as many others as he could.

When they entered the hall the enormous doors were slammed shut behind them, but even still all were surprised by the worst that had now come.

Voldermort started down at the trembling students as his Polyjuice potion wore off in its effects. He, who for just minutes before stood quietly by as Albus Dumbledore, sneered at the astonished faces of those now locked in the same room with him.

"Crap." Ron whispered as Hermione and Harry both stood in shock.

Two of the teachers were shot down by Lucius Malfoy and Lestrange. Several students were hurt when Petergrew's arm reflected their own spells back at them, and Harry Potter stumbled back as Voldermort walked closer and closer.

Harry's eyes widened when Severus Snape stood before him, wand raised up in defiance to the red eyed killer approaching.

Cries of pain were heard as Voldermort cast crucio, easily rendering Snape to his knees in agony. He collapsed on the floor only feet from the three, who's eyes all were transfixed on his withering form.

"No." Hermione whispered as her legs buckled and Ron darted to catch her.

Harry dragged his eyes to stare into ones that had a wand pointed at him alone.

"Its your turn, Mr. Potter." Voldermort said coldly as he stiffened his hold on the wand.

"Calestriam Planetista Sorian Destructis!" Whispered the cold voice, and all Harry knew was darkness.