Yet another short shot. Once again, I do not own Harry Potter.
The sun set once again. Fifteen times had it set since that one sunset. Fifteen times had the sun set since Voldermort challenged Harry to a duel. The duel ended at sunset, and the fate of the world was then sealed. Harry had died. So had Voldermort. Or so everyone thought. Neither of them were found in the rubble that was once their chosen dueling site, Stonehenge. Fifteen times had the sun fallen since their duel. Fourteen times had it risen again. Unnaturally. Fifteen hours had passed since the duel.
Fifteen hours since the sun had set.
Fourteen hours since it had risen again. This was the beginning of the end.
Thirteen hours since the world's ministries of magic had to tell the world of their existence to explain the unnatural occurances.
Twelve hours since the first which, one who couldn't apperate away, a child, was burned at the stake.
Eleven hours since the first muggle accused of being a which was burned at the stake.
Ten hours since the first government fell to the anti-magic groups.
Nine hours since the United States became the only elected government left standing.
Eight hours since the United Nations deemed Wizards as human and therefore subject to the rights of all humans.
Seven hours since the England's minister of Magic was assassinated.
Six hours since the Vatican issued the a mandate that Catholics were prohibited from using magic, that all wizards and witches that didn't repent would be excommunicated.
Five hours since Dumbledore had been murdered.
Four hours since Voldermort had once again been spotted.
Three hours Europe fell to Voldermort's power.
Two hours since North Africa, West Asia, and the Middle East fell to Voldermort.
One hour since Harry Potter showed himself to be alive too.
Now. Chaos.
AN: Wow, two short shots in one day!
The sun set once again. Fifteen times had it set since that one sunset. Fifteen times had the sun set since Voldermort challenged Harry to a duel. The duel ended at sunset, and the fate of the world was then sealed. Harry had died. So had Voldermort. Or so everyone thought. Neither of them were found in the rubble that was once their chosen dueling site, Stonehenge. Fifteen times had the sun fallen since their duel. Fourteen times had it risen again. Unnaturally. Fifteen hours had passed since the duel.
Fifteen hours since the sun had set.
Fourteen hours since it had risen again. This was the beginning of the end.
Thirteen hours since the world's ministries of magic had to tell the world of their existence to explain the unnatural occurances.
Twelve hours since the first which, one who couldn't apperate away, a child, was burned at the stake.
Eleven hours since the first muggle accused of being a which was burned at the stake.
Ten hours since the first government fell to the anti-magic groups.
Nine hours since the United States became the only elected government left standing.
Eight hours since the United Nations deemed Wizards as human and therefore subject to the rights of all humans.
Seven hours since the England's minister of Magic was assassinated.
Six hours since the Vatican issued the a mandate that Catholics were prohibited from using magic, that all wizards and witches that didn't repent would be excommunicated.
Five hours since Dumbledore had been murdered.
Four hours since Voldermort had once again been spotted.
Three hours Europe fell to Voldermort's power.
Two hours since North Africa, West Asia, and the Middle East fell to Voldermort.
One hour since Harry Potter showed himself to be alive too.
Now. Chaos.
AN: Wow, two short shots in one day!