Where Armageddon ends
Disclaimer: Characters belong to
JK Rowling, the faire godmother of these characters. However, I believe the
plot is mine.
Summary: AU – Twelve years later,
Harry James Potter is found, after disappearing after the Great battle.
Voldemort has won. Harry James Potter is a defeated man. Prologue is up.
Dedications: To my dictionary! He is called Kramer. Where would I be without you?
Nowhere!
Chapter one : Judgement day
He closed his eyes for merely a second, trying to regain his senses, for concentration
was much needed. This was the day; the day he had been pre-destined for since
the day he was born.
Standing amidst the huge crowd of battling wizards, wand drawn, his face scrunched
in pure concentration, Harry Potter did not know or if he would live. But
whatever happened, people would make sure that Voldemort, Tom Riddle, The Dark Lord,
You-know-who, would most certainly not live.
Opening his eyes again, he saw Remus fighting a Death Eater a couple of meters
away from him, it most certainly warmed his heart to know that he wasn't alone.
He wasn't alone at all.
Even though if this was his battle; it concerned every living and magical bit of
the world, muggle or not. He would not fail them.
He could not fail them.
The death eaters did not bother him; none of them had made a stray movement against
him, so he could only assume that this had been forbidden by Voldemort himself.
Ron Weasley was out here somewhere. So was Hermione. And Neville. Luna, Fred,
Charlie, George, Percy, Dean, Seamus, Ginny, Moody, Tonks, … Everybody he knew could
be gone by tomorrow.
So, Harry Potter could not fail. They had to live. He hoped they might live. Because
they were needed; he, Harry Potter had only lived to fulfil a prophecy, and that
was what he was going to do tonight. Because he had no choice.
His knuckles had turned white from holding his wand in his grasp for too long, too
hard.
Voldemort was coming. And bodies were falling, dead before they hit the ground.
Death made no differences. It never did.
He wanted to scream his enemy's name, but knew that his scream would be lost in
the stream of thousands others. He would come.
It had been raining since yesterday afternoon, and he had known that the battle
had not been far off. What better moment to battle then when it was raining ? His
robes were soaked, his feet stuck in tick mud. The weather was almost unbearable,
the rain having thickened to a true rainstorm. Perhaps the forces of nature knew
what was coming. Because nothing was blind.
He had dreamt about this moment for months; he had seen Voldemort come up to him,
striking numerous bodies as he went past,
not caring or if they were his men, or others. Remus had been stricken as well;
the thought of losing the last Marauder, the last personal non-hating connection
with his parents was unbearable. He had begged him not to participate; but he
had refused.
'This is my duty, Harry. Just as you must try and kill The Dark Lord, I must participate
to this battle.' , Remus had spoken softly to him when he had begged.
Oh yes, he had begged. And begged. He had even cried hot tears, but Remus didn't
budge. And finally he had told him, that he had seen him die. And Remus acted
like he had not heard a thing.
The noise was astounding. It was like the noise in The Great Hall when completely
filled; multiplied by a hundred. But Harry remained focussed, even when he
heard a voice similar to Hermione's scream out loudly. He knew that she had not
been far away from him, but the meaning of the scream did not get through.
He had to kill Voldemort. And he was coming.
The dark, looming figure moved with great ease through the battling crowd, hitting
his men and others with spells. The Dark Lord did not care.
His hood had been pushed away, and now, for the first time, Harry was able to
see the true face of Voldemort. It was an older version of the Tom Riddle he
had met before. A handsome man, if not The Dark Lord. He could not imagine him
smile a true, warm smile, only grins and sneers.
He glanced one last time in the direction of where he knew Remus must be, and then
drew in a sharp breath.
This was the moment. The moment was now. The time had come.
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Heretic angel bows solemnly to :
Slytherin Rogue: Thank you. You have been my first reviewer. And … I need those
dollars … But a hug will do. But I'm NOT the cuddle type. Ask my boyfriend if
you need to ;p Just give me a cookie. I need them.
