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Chapter 1 Death of a Leader
That second felt like days, and passed into eternity. All time had ceased to move. The dull pounding of his heart throbbing in his ears and it was the only sound he could hear. The blinding light that had flashed faded from his sight. What remained would tear into the deepest recesses of his fear. The surge of thunder shook the very ground beneath Harry, waking him from his terror. Rain poured over the scene before him. He slid as he tried to run across the grounds. Regardless he maintained his speed until he reached his objective. Slumped on the wet grass was the broken form of the headmaster. Harry fell to the ground beside his mentor, gently pulling the old man to him. Dumbledore was dead.
A burning feeling rose inside the young man. Tears broke forth searing his eyes. The cold torrents evaporated upon touching his skin; a hazy steam hung about him. A loss that was so unfathomable that the mere thought of it ripped at his sanity. All was lost. A shrill laugh rent the air about him. The scene changed dramatically before the eyes of the students watching from the great hall where they had gathered for protection.
Huddled around the windows they had watched Dumbledore fight against the Dark Lord. The duel was astonishing, like none any of them had seen before. But it had been too much. The headmaster truly was more powerful than Voldemort, but when combined with the strength of his death eaters, the Dark Lord had managed to wear down the aged wizard. Students had been instructed to remain inside the school, as the other teachers had gone to aid their leader. It was too late however when they engaged Voldemort's followers. Dumbledore had fallen and Voldemort was on top of him in an instant. Then from within their own ranks there was an outburst as someone struggled to get outside. Harry Potter finally broke free from where his friends had been physically holding him back. He ran from the hall with almost inhuman speed. When they saw him next he ran from the front door of the school and cast himself beside their fallen professor. Then with horror, they witnessed the Dark Lord return from the shadows with several followers; their wands were drawn and pointed at the boy on the ground. But something about him was different.
Chapter 1 Death of a Leader
That second felt like days, and passed into eternity. All time had ceased to move. The dull pounding of his heart throbbing in his ears and it was the only sound he could hear. The blinding light that had flashed faded from his sight. What remained would tear into the deepest recesses of his fear. The surge of thunder shook the very ground beneath Harry, waking him from his terror. Rain poured over the scene before him. He slid as he tried to run across the grounds. Regardless he maintained his speed until he reached his objective. Slumped on the wet grass was the broken form of the headmaster. Harry fell to the ground beside his mentor, gently pulling the old man to him. Dumbledore was dead.
A burning feeling rose inside the young man. Tears broke forth searing his eyes. The cold torrents evaporated upon touching his skin; a hazy steam hung about him. A loss that was so unfathomable that the mere thought of it ripped at his sanity. All was lost. A shrill laugh rent the air about him. The scene changed dramatically before the eyes of the students watching from the great hall where they had gathered for protection.
Huddled around the windows they had watched Dumbledore fight against the Dark Lord. The duel was astonishing, like none any of them had seen before. But it had been too much. The headmaster truly was more powerful than Voldemort, but when combined with the strength of his death eaters, the Dark Lord had managed to wear down the aged wizard. Students had been instructed to remain inside the school, as the other teachers had gone to aid their leader. It was too late however when they engaged Voldemort's followers. Dumbledore had fallen and Voldemort was on top of him in an instant. Then from within their own ranks there was an outburst as someone struggled to get outside. Harry Potter finally broke free from where his friends had been physically holding him back. He ran from the hall with almost inhuman speed. When they saw him next he ran from the front door of the school and cast himself beside their fallen professor. Then with horror, they witnessed the Dark Lord return from the shadows with several followers; their wands were drawn and pointed at the boy on the ground. But something about him was different.