Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N: No idea where this came from. Please just read it, it's actually pretty decent for only taking ten minutes of less to write.


The battle lasted for many long, drawn out minutes. A young boy faced off against a middle aged woman. Green eyes never left the black orbs they were fighting, ruby lips were in an upturned smile as the mocked the efforts of the young boy.

"Fugo wall!" Harry Potter cried once he had the upper hand. Bellatrix Lestrange was thrown into the opposing wall after being lifted off the ground several feet. Harry watched amazed, half wanting to break her fall, half wanting her to hit the hard surface faster. Finally a loud crakcing sound was heard and Bellatrix's eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Harry ran over and checked her pulse. She was dead, out cold, nothing would revive her. Harry casted seven other spells so his wand could not be used for evidence, and then waited for the Ministry owl to come saying he was expelled from Hogwarts for using the spell in Hogsmeade.

No owl came, instead, ten Aurors showed up within seconds and Harry was brought into the Three Broomsticks by Alastor Moody while the others inspected the small shopping town.

"Did you do it?" Moody asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Harry met Moody's eyes and gave him a hard look, "Yes, I killed her."

Moody nodded, "Don't tell a single soul," he said, "Just tell me what spell it was so I will be blamed."

"Fugo," Harry replied, "Fugo Wall."

Moody nodded and performed the spell on a small rock. He then stood to leave, "Use the floo network to return to Hogwarts. Go directly to Dumbledore and tell him everything. Do not say a word to any one else."

Harry did as he was told. After relaying the story to Dumbledore he looked at the floor. "I'm a killed, Proffessor. I'm worse than a killer, I'm a cold-blooded killer. I don't even care that she's dead. She deserved it. I'm glad she's dead," Harry said darkly.

"Harry-" Dumbledore tried to cut the Head Boy off.

"No, Proffessor, you can't fix this one. I'm a killer now. Now...now I'm as bad as him," Harry stated. He then turned away and left the room.

Dumbledore watched him go, tears moistening his cheeks. He turned to his Phoenix, Fawkes, and gave the bird a sad smiled.

"I never meant for him to do this, Fawkes, you have to believe me. I never meant to rob him of his innocence. To make him loose everything this early in life. I only wanted the best for him. I didn't mean for him to be a weapon, to be a killer, to die for the world. Fawkes, you have to believe me, it was inevitable." The old man then took off his moon-rimmed glasses and cried. He cried for the people that had died, that would die, and that were dying. But most of all he cried for all of the innocence this war would destroy, shatter, because young kids were forced to grow up too fast.