Voldermort sat in his study, feelnig as maniacal as ever and tapping at his desk. As Minister for Magic, he could now give the order to fill the Ministry with death eaters! He had plenty of paperwork to file, but once the only other workers were his allies it would not be neccessary. Then, his plan was to kill Harry Potter by unleashing a great terror the world had never seen...he stared down at the paperwork. Taxes, case management, official terms, and other dull things. He tossed them aside. He did not need them. At this moment, Hagrid came bursting in.

"Sir! Sir! I have the rite ready! The rite of death you asked for!" He boomed, knocking over the statue of Grindelwald as he sidled in. Voldermort's eyes glowed scarlett and he smiled.

"Excellent! let us go there!"

At the rite, a circle of fire within a dark cave, the body of Aragog lay there. They planned to revive him by necromancial means, and turn him into a weapon. Voldermort laughed.

Meanwhile, Fred and George were in Askaban, as a dementor closed in on them, laughing with it's eyes wide open and screaming.

"Keep it down!" Fred shouted. "We want a queit death!"

"Yeah!" Said George. "This is not good service!"

The dementor did not listen. Just then, Hermionie grabbed it's throat and tore it's head off, swallowing it whole. Her wart-covered, green-tinged face, the face of a zombie, smiled as blood dripped down her neck. Zombie Hermionie had been born when she had been killed by Dumbledore who had gone insane after being given an Insanity potion by Snape, only for Neville to reveal he had been studying Warlock necromancy and bring her back before they could stop him. But now she had saved their lives it was not the time to deal with the situation. They jumped onto Buckbeak's rotting back (he had also been resserected by Neville's good clone,who had been killed by Voldermort's death eaters but not before giving Buckbeak) and flew away, just as Molly ran into the cell smiling with blood around her mouth. As Fred looked round at her, he thought of the Cult she had started, the Cult of Molly, her vampiric ways taught to Umbridge, Lupin and Lockheart, and spread across the ruins of Hogwarts, which had become Molly's Bloodcave. Previously Snape had been headmaster, before his own plan was backfired and was assasinated by the mad Dumbledore, causing an evacuation and a bloodbath by the newly Demoncursed Grawp. The few who escaped formed a faction of their own, meeting up with some goblins and forming the Madlings. Meanwhile, Fred and George were outcasts. And, as they flew away, they felt truly alone.

And meanwhile, Griphook sat on his rocking chair with Slughorn, turned into a Goblin by Griphook's magic, laughing while Griphook snapped,

"Stay on topic! We plan to declare war on the other factions!" Three clones of Griphook also stood behind him, Graphook, Greephook and Grenhak, also looking dim. "And now we do it..."

Back at the ritual, Aragog stood up miles high, and Voldermort smiled.

"Arry!" Hagrid said, and looked up at the beatiful Aragog and his giant legs. He climbed up them and stood on Aragog's back. "TIME FOR WAR!"

Meanwhile, Snape's eyes felt very blurry as he realized he had died. He felt water around his whole body as if he were drowning, and almost willed himself to fall into the dark depths. Soon, he realized his personal afterlife had been made. He wondered what this lake was, and stared around. He didn't have much time to think before a cold, clammy and skeletal hand grabbed his leg. He stared down. An inferi! He looked straight into it's eyes and could see Dumbledore's piercing gaze within them. The inferi's teeth rattled and Snape somehow felt this was a personal matter rather then a simple mindless inferi's doing. He grabbed for his wand but it was not there. The inferi pulled him deeper and deeper into the lake, and soon Snape realized where he was. The ruins of Snape's secret crypt, built for his great ancestor, Gellet Greyheart. Gellet had been a wise philosopher wizard who had studied with those like Nicolas Flamel's father and a few other famous wizards. But disaster had struck when Gellet had used a magical pocketwatch to transcend into a different universe and the barriers of time and space were closed. His grandfather had cried at his loss but handed down the pocketwatch to snape. In fact, it was probably somwhere in these ruins. And, as the inferi reached out it's hungry mouth to devour him...

Harry swayed as he stared at what he had discovered. He had just teamed up with Mad-eye Moody and Dumbledore's portrait to create a magical invention then allowed them to visit the afterworlds of magic, seeing every single wizard's end combined. He even spotted his own kings cross in the distance, the train rattling on. But something caught his eye. In the middle of all the wrecked dreams (since the destruction of hogwarts the afterworld had also been crushed, the dead evacuated to the mirror of erised's secret pocket dimension) was a dusty clearing. In the middle was a lake. One that looked an awful lot like the one had he had visited with Dumbledore...with inferi in. Could this lake hold inferi of it's own?

His heart was pounding very fast. The sky was dark, his surroundings were gri, and a dark force was pulsing in his chest, begging him to jump into the lake. He began to step toward's it's glass-like surface, slowly walking up to it in case anything happened. Then, he jumped in.

Neville had just finished killing some goblins with the Sword of Griffindor, which was blood-stained and shaking in Neville's hand. It had surely never meant to be used this way, but Neville could easily disobey destiny. He stood in what used to be Gringots, but was now evacuated, with goblin bodies around him. A few of them, as he could tell when they died, had been Madling spies, but the rest had been gringotts workers. Neville grimiced and tossed the sword aside, before realizing the sorting had had left, and probably wasn't coming back. He picked the sword back up and slid it through his belt, then wiped the blood off his face and promptly dissaperated. A few ministry officials were standing guard of the Ministry, but he casually telepathically tossed them aside without saying a word or getting his wand out. He walked into the Ministry, ready to confront Voldermort.

The lake made him feel extremely tired, and he let his body sink down into it. A feeling of calm washed over him as he drifted down and down...this ended abruptly as he saw...

"Snape!" He cried. Snape turned round in shock, clearly wondering why Harry was here. Harry swam towards him and stunned the inferi, grabbed snape, who was still in a confused state, and began to swim upwards. He eventually reached the surface where he brought Snape to land.

"You blithering idiot, Potter!" Snape cried, and Harry wondered why he was so angry he had saved his life before realizing what he'd just done. "That inferi was pulling me...on!"

"But Snape." Harry protested. When Voldermort killed me, Dumbledore came to my afterlife and stopped me taking the train that would bring me on, almost. Does that mean...?"

"What?" Snape snapped. "Dumbledore did...but...for god's sake, Potter, Dumbledore was a madman and a fool!" And he walked away briskly. "In any case, I cannot go back into the lake now, Potter. You have permanently damaged my timeline. What is this portal, anyway?" He pointed at the glowing blue portal with green edges that was hovering in midair and twitching.

"It brings you to the normal world." Harry explained, and Snape grimiced before walking through.

Then, everywhere, silver metallic floating screens appeared everywhere across the faction bases. In the Hogwarts ruins, Molly was woken up, blood dripping down her neck, to this. As the outcasts trecked across the lands, as the Madlings danced around the fire, and as Voldermort and his death eaters stood atop the Hill of Lightning, they all recieved one message, and it came from Griphook.

"I declare war!" He shouted angrily, as he sat on his sofa drinking tea, which spilled. "I declare war on all the factions!" Molly looked delighted. The outcasts looked scared. But everyone else was preparing for battle. And there was one other place this screen appeared, in the depths of a very dark lake, where thousands of inferi, some even with battlearmor, where climbing out ready to participate in the war.

Meanwhile, Snape and Harry returned to the normal world. "Potter!" shrieked Mad-Eye, almost madly, and lunged at him, spilling some kind of potion.

"The Madness potion!" Snape cried, and tried to grab him, only for Moody to punch Snape in the face, knocking him unconscious, before shouting, "AVADA KEDABRA!" Snape plummeted to the floor and dropped dead. Then he turned to Harry. Mad-Eye chased him through the portal to the Afterworld, which, they could see, was very unstable and was almost corrupted now. The lake shook and burst with blood, and all around them the entire place turned to dust. As Mad-Eye shouted, "Avada-" Harry snatched his wand and threw it, only for it to fall into nothingness itself. Soon only a small patch of land remained, and Moody was closing in. He would have to kill moody or die himself. And there was only one option. It had to be done. As Moody snatched to rip his face off, he queitly mumbled, "Stupify." Moody toppled over, and stared at Harry like he new exactly what he was going to do. And then, which all his might, he shouted the killing curse. Green light burst down on moody's unconscious body, and he was no more. The land was still closing in, and suddenly nothing was left. Harry was thrusted through the vibrating portal, which closed in on itself, left with Snape's dead body and an empty portrait of Dumbledore grimicing. He was angry at the portrait for immitating a dead man. You see, when Dumbledore had killed Snape, He had lunged down on him from the highest tower but had jumped off to do so. They had both died. Soon after, Harry had nearly died by Voldermort's hands but Dumbledore had stopped him from moving on from Kings Cross. He also no longer had a scar, and a strange red creature was out of his belly. But he was now alone, Snape had died twice, Moody had died, and Dumbledore had died. Almost every other teacher had either evacauted or joined a faction, and there was no way he was going to convince any of them to help him on his new quest. But as he sat there feeling sorry for himself, he did not consider; Snape can't have died if the Afterworld is missing. And indeed, as he walked out of the room, Snape's eyes snapped open.

Soon after, Snape quickly recovered his ancestor's pocketwatch. His interest in it had been rekindled in that lake. He opened it's beatiful gold surface and beaming light glowed out. A new, glittering and gold portal opened, and he stepped through. He found himself in a different universe. He was still in Hogwarts, but it was...different. He looked outside and saw no dead Grawp, no piles of bodies surrounding the school, and no heaps of rubble everywhere. Instead, it was peaceful and uninteresting outside, and Dumbledore's portrait ws sleeping. Was this the universe Greyheart had been lost in? There was only one way to find out. He threw a bottle at the window, smashing it, and climbed outside, to find the grounds undisturbed. He walked a few metres and looked up at the castle. It was in perfectly fine condition, not cracked, destroyed or damaged in any way. How strange. He then felt someone knock him unconscious, laughing...

To be continued...