A/N God, what is wrong with me, I can't seem to write anything that isn't
miserable lately, believe it or not this was supposed to be a happy tale of
hope and stuff like that, I don't know where that story went.
Summary: Harry contemplating a hopeless battle
Rating: PG I guess
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I asked real nicely but JK wouldn't give him to me – pouts-
The New World
Harry POV
We didn't know, how could we, we'd never been in a war. Even after the fall of the ministry, mere weeks after they finally acknowledged that Voldemort had returned, we still held the belief that it would all be alright.
###
The order was expecting an attack such as those of the last war. They didn't understand, Voldemort was older now, he was more learned, more patient, he knew what could happen and he was willing to wait and plan. They weren't ready for his brute strength when he did attack, he'd spent the year he was hiding hunting down as many allies as he could get. He had several hundred witches and wizards fighting for him but also three werewolf packs, two giant clans, a vampire coven and he even had some dragons.
###
After that attack only Bill and Percy remained of the Weasley family. Charlie killed when Deatheaters appeared to take the dragon keep he was assigned to, Molly, Arthur and Fred lost, George Avada Kedavraed himself not long after, unable to deal with the grief his twin's death had caused.
Ginny proved that the traces Voldemort had left in her mind were definitely not gone, she went crazy as He attacked, cursing everything in sight. Now she's lying in what's left of St. Mungo's screaming of red eyes in the dark and clawing at her own, trying to scratch them out.
###
He Ron, showed his true colours and finally took the opportunity to be somebody, he told our position and, with help from Bellatrix Lestrange, disabled the wards protecting 12 Grimmauld Place. He serves at his master's side, as a tactical advisor, my dreams show him being tortured regularly but he's still determined to stick it out, to show he doesn't regret his choices
###
Albus Dumbledore was lost forever, fighting to the death to protect his students. Neville fell also, he was hit by an Avada Kedavra just seconds after avenging his parents, killing the woman responsible for their insanity, Bellatrix Lestrange killed by a bumbling, clumsy, teenager. Probably a good thing she died, I don't think she would have ever lived it down.
###
The Order fell.
That was the day Hogwarts closed.
It reopened as a defense base not long after, and in this castle with me are the only people standing between Voldemort and the entire wizarding world.
###
Minerva McGonagall voice is raised, she's arguing defensive tactics with Severus Snape, I don't know why. Neither of them have the energy left to hope, they haven't slept in at least 48 hours.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see the Malfoys, Lucius and Draco are leaning over a cauldron while Narcissa studies a potions books, flicking through it at a feverish speed, desperately trying to find something we haven't tried yet. The defection of the Malfoys has probably been the most interesting spot in the war, I think they made a mistake though, there is no hope left for us.
Bill, Percy, Hermione and Remus are sleeping, trying to get some energy up for one last battle, the last battle that is to come, we all know that this is it, one last chance. After this it doesn't matter however far the wizarding occupants of Britain have fled Voldemort will find them there.
There's no hope and yet we keep fighting.
###
Then the magic in the air becomes so thick you can practically taste it, we all stop and then apparate to the great hall as one, there are no longer any wards to stop us after all. Voldemort has broken them.
###
The hall is set out like a chess match. Voldemort and I as the two kings are at opposite sides protected by our pawns until, as one, the Deatheaters step to the sides and form a corridor at the end of which stands Voldemort. The resistance mimics their actions, leaving me standing at the end of a similar but much shorter corridor.
He knows that it is pure desperation that has gotten us this far, I suppose he and his Deatheaters were the only ones who actually believed he might make it, this is too much like a story for the light to lose right.
Afterall, doesn't everyone know good will triumph in the end?
If only I could believe that.
I'm sorry Mum, Dad, Sirius, Professor Dumbledore but you were wrong, you said there would always be hope...
I walk towards him, turn around and point my wand at the resistance, taking my true place at my Master's side.
...Welcome to the new world.
Fin
A/N Well, if you loved it or hated it please tell me why all constructive criticism welcome.
Summary: Harry contemplating a hopeless battle
Rating: PG I guess
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I asked real nicely but JK wouldn't give him to me – pouts-
The New World
Harry POV
We didn't know, how could we, we'd never been in a war. Even after the fall of the ministry, mere weeks after they finally acknowledged that Voldemort had returned, we still held the belief that it would all be alright.
###
The order was expecting an attack such as those of the last war. They didn't understand, Voldemort was older now, he was more learned, more patient, he knew what could happen and he was willing to wait and plan. They weren't ready for his brute strength when he did attack, he'd spent the year he was hiding hunting down as many allies as he could get. He had several hundred witches and wizards fighting for him but also three werewolf packs, two giant clans, a vampire coven and he even had some dragons.
###
After that attack only Bill and Percy remained of the Weasley family. Charlie killed when Deatheaters appeared to take the dragon keep he was assigned to, Molly, Arthur and Fred lost, George Avada Kedavraed himself not long after, unable to deal with the grief his twin's death had caused.
Ginny proved that the traces Voldemort had left in her mind were definitely not gone, she went crazy as He attacked, cursing everything in sight. Now she's lying in what's left of St. Mungo's screaming of red eyes in the dark and clawing at her own, trying to scratch them out.
###
He Ron, showed his true colours and finally took the opportunity to be somebody, he told our position and, with help from Bellatrix Lestrange, disabled the wards protecting 12 Grimmauld Place. He serves at his master's side, as a tactical advisor, my dreams show him being tortured regularly but he's still determined to stick it out, to show he doesn't regret his choices
###
Albus Dumbledore was lost forever, fighting to the death to protect his students. Neville fell also, he was hit by an Avada Kedavra just seconds after avenging his parents, killing the woman responsible for their insanity, Bellatrix Lestrange killed by a bumbling, clumsy, teenager. Probably a good thing she died, I don't think she would have ever lived it down.
###
The Order fell.
That was the day Hogwarts closed.
It reopened as a defense base not long after, and in this castle with me are the only people standing between Voldemort and the entire wizarding world.
###
Minerva McGonagall voice is raised, she's arguing defensive tactics with Severus Snape, I don't know why. Neither of them have the energy left to hope, they haven't slept in at least 48 hours.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see the Malfoys, Lucius and Draco are leaning over a cauldron while Narcissa studies a potions books, flicking through it at a feverish speed, desperately trying to find something we haven't tried yet. The defection of the Malfoys has probably been the most interesting spot in the war, I think they made a mistake though, there is no hope left for us.
Bill, Percy, Hermione and Remus are sleeping, trying to get some energy up for one last battle, the last battle that is to come, we all know that this is it, one last chance. After this it doesn't matter however far the wizarding occupants of Britain have fled Voldemort will find them there.
There's no hope and yet we keep fighting.
###
Then the magic in the air becomes so thick you can practically taste it, we all stop and then apparate to the great hall as one, there are no longer any wards to stop us after all. Voldemort has broken them.
###
The hall is set out like a chess match. Voldemort and I as the two kings are at opposite sides protected by our pawns until, as one, the Deatheaters step to the sides and form a corridor at the end of which stands Voldemort. The resistance mimics their actions, leaving me standing at the end of a similar but much shorter corridor.
He knows that it is pure desperation that has gotten us this far, I suppose he and his Deatheaters were the only ones who actually believed he might make it, this is too much like a story for the light to lose right.
Afterall, doesn't everyone know good will triumph in the end?
If only I could believe that.
I'm sorry Mum, Dad, Sirius, Professor Dumbledore but you were wrong, you said there would always be hope...
I walk towards him, turn around and point my wand at the resistance, taking my true place at my Master's side.
...Welcome to the new world.
Fin
A/N Well, if you loved it or hated it please tell me why all constructive criticism welcome.