He still ached, even now. Even three days after the battle had ended.
Had he won? Had he lost? Was he alive? He did'nt feel like it. His very
soul seemed to have been sucked out of him ito another world
were emotions ruled and people cared - he did'nt he just wanted it too be over
and for his life to be normal again. But by the looks of things around him,
there would be nothing left too do.
The Flames licked the clouds and turned the sky a fiery red, whilst what was left of Hogwarts
still burned on with all of its might. Hogsmead was no more and the skeletons
of those who had been unlucky unough to have been caught in the cross fire
decayed and rotted away silently.
Out of all of this mess and ruin, was it really worth it? To kill his arch enemy who had
wrecked his life? Yes he thought to himself. Yes
Harry Potter rubed the last bits of ash that still lay in his eyes and on his clothes away
when the focus of his vision returned, all his thought were fixed on the cloak
just a few yards in front of him and what lied within the cloak even more so. Lord Voldermort
Harry moved over to the dead, charred wreck, that still has its wand in hand. Blood oozed slowly
from it and with it came a foul stench that none who ever lived or ever would live would experience
again. It was horrible and so vile and repulsive that Harry balked and nearly choked
as his body looked for something to expel from his mouth in disgust. He moved closer and
hovered his hand over the body to feel the immense heat that burned every flake os his dirty
flesh, he done it too show the dead Voldermort how strong he really was, but the pain
became to exptreme even for him and he did not want to look at him any more, so Harry
turned away and sat down on the black ash that still fell from the sky. In the distsance
he could see something hovering above the flames - a bird - a phoenix from the ashes, maybe everything
would be alright after all?
Harry lay flat on his back looking up at the strange sky when suddenly a shadow dame over him and his heart
twisted and knotted as he was consumed with pain he could'nt move, the pain was immense, his eyes
were red with fury and hatred for the boy who had killed him so many years ago.
Voldermort had survived. His wand was raised and he uttered some strange and sickening curse
that shock the very universe and across the world Muggles and Wizards everywhere trembled,
for they knew what was coming...
Had he won? Had he lost? Was he alive? He did'nt feel like it. His very
soul seemed to have been sucked out of him ito another world
were emotions ruled and people cared - he did'nt he just wanted it too be over
and for his life to be normal again. But by the looks of things around him,
there would be nothing left too do.
The Flames licked the clouds and turned the sky a fiery red, whilst what was left of Hogwarts
still burned on with all of its might. Hogsmead was no more and the skeletons
of those who had been unlucky unough to have been caught in the cross fire
decayed and rotted away silently.
Out of all of this mess and ruin, was it really worth it? To kill his arch enemy who had
wrecked his life? Yes he thought to himself. Yes
Harry Potter rubed the last bits of ash that still lay in his eyes and on his clothes away
when the focus of his vision returned, all his thought were fixed on the cloak
just a few yards in front of him and what lied within the cloak even more so. Lord Voldermort
Harry moved over to the dead, charred wreck, that still has its wand in hand. Blood oozed slowly
from it and with it came a foul stench that none who ever lived or ever would live would experience
again. It was horrible and so vile and repulsive that Harry balked and nearly choked
as his body looked for something to expel from his mouth in disgust. He moved closer and
hovered his hand over the body to feel the immense heat that burned every flake os his dirty
flesh, he done it too show the dead Voldermort how strong he really was, but the pain
became to exptreme even for him and he did not want to look at him any more, so Harry
turned away and sat down on the black ash that still fell from the sky. In the distsance
he could see something hovering above the flames - a bird - a phoenix from the ashes, maybe everything
would be alright after all?
Harry lay flat on his back looking up at the strange sky when suddenly a shadow dame over him and his heart
twisted and knotted as he was consumed with pain he could'nt move, the pain was immense, his eyes
were red with fury and hatred for the boy who had killed him so many years ago.
Voldermort had survived. His wand was raised and he uttered some strange and sickening curse
that shock the very universe and across the world Muggles and Wizards everywhere trembled,
for they knew what was coming...