Chapter 2: The History Lesson

"What ... who ...," Landyr tried to ask a question, but was at a loss for words.

"Hold on. I will explain everything. This building, those players, and I are not really here. We are a mere environmental memory, so to speak."

"I still don't understand."

"Perhaps it would be better if I showed you." With the snap of his fingers, they were standing on the field in the middle of the oval building. Landyr looked all around and saw the stands full of children and a few adults which were separated by various colors. There were fourteen players on broomsticks this time. Only instead blue colored players, there were scarlet players against green.

"This is what was happening nearly a thousand years ago by your calendar," said Professor Dumbledore with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"A thousand years ago! That would make the year 1998."

"Yes. We should have canceled this Quidditch match, but everyone insisted on having it to raise the spirits of the students, because we knew that there would be a war soon. Quidditch is the game they're playing now. In a few moments Lord Voldemort and his followers, called Death Eaters, will attack this stadium. Nearly the entire school is here, so it will be a crippling blow. First, let's get out of the stadium."

With another snap of the fingers they were standing outside the structure. There was a large group of people starting to circle the stadium. They had long wands pointed at it. When everyone was in place at an equal-distant apart, there was a large blinding beam of light coming from all the wands at once. The stadium boxes exploded sending wood pieces every which direction. Upon seeing this, the Quidditch players started to fly back to castle. The people on the ground, Death Eaters by what Professor Dumbledore described, started to fire, if that's what you call it, at the players. The players were weaving around trying to avoid the beams of light. A red-headed girl in scarlet was struck and fell to the ground. Another, wearing green robes, was struck. The rest disappeared behind the castle walls.

"At this point, I sent out a plea to anybody that would come. I was in my office preparing some end-of-term paperwork when I heard what was going on." Professor Dumbledore said that with deep sadness and regret.

People started to show up what seemed to be out of thin air. They started to fire at the Death Eaters the instant they appeared. The castle doors opened with Professor Dumbledore, and several students running out. One of the students had a scar on his head. It looked like ... a lightning bolt. He started to run toward what he guessed was another Death Eater, but with red eyes.

"The boy that you saw with the scar is Harry Potter. He is running toward Lord Voldemort," said Dumbledore.

Harry and Lord Voldemort were fighting very hard. There were many colors coming from their wands. The other students and adults were fighting the Death Eaters. There were more and more people lying on the ground. Landyr walked toward several of the bodies. One was a tall, skinny man with red hair.

"He's Arthur Weasley, and over is Mundungus Fletcher. There's one of the Death Eaters named Lucius Malfroy," Dumbledore said sadly.

There were not a lot of people left standing. Then the Dumbledore that came out of the castle took a hit by a green flash and was down. Harry and Voldemort were still one of the few that were fighting. Harry's wand sent out a red beam and Voldemort's sent out a gold beam. The two beams collided in air, and sent a bright white beam towards the wands. The wands exploded in what seemed like slow motion. Harry and Voldemort had a look of horror on their faces and fell down dead.

"The prophecy came true," Dumbledore sighed. "They both died by a practically unheard of event. You see, they have brother wands, and when brother wands battle the results can be completely different than what was intended. This ... this is the end of everything magic. There were a few survivors. See that girl over there, her name is Hermione Granger, and standing next to her is Ron Weasley. They will get married later on. None of the adults that were here survived. There are just a few kids left in the castle, and that's it. Similar battles raged on all around the world. This was a global assault that was carried out simultaneously to take the world by surprise. There were not enough Witches or Wizards left to continue the Ministries or Schools, so all of them were closed, and magic became a forgotten practice that only lived on in children's fairy tails. Come now! Let's head up to my office."