Reckoning prologue

A/N: I own nothing of Harry potter it all belongs to J.K Rowling.

Reckoning:

The day Voldemort died was a joyous day. The entire wizarding world laid waiting in a hushed silence that seemed to consume everyone. But when the final spell had been cast, everyone anxiously waited to see who emerged the victor.

An exhausted young wizard spilled into the headquarters for the order of the phoenix where the remaining members waited. The boy that had tumbled through the door was indeed Harry potter which meant that Voldemort was dead.

Glasses broken and askew but forgotten for the moment lay beside the boy known as Harry potter.

"Harry!" everyone shouted as soon as he had collapsed into the room

But before I get ahead of myself…I think it important that I reveal a little more of the TRUE situation. My name is Damien hunter, and I am a demon hunter. Yes that's right demon. Now I am right in assuming that you are all skeptics to whether or not demons exist but I can assure you that they do.

More importantly however is the constant war between the 2 demonic races and the divine race. At this point in time I think I should tell you more about each race so you may grasp the basic idea.

Demons: to put it simply the peasants in the hells hierarchy they are literally everywhere! Demons don't have a defined shape, since there are many classes and races of demons. I can however tell you that most demons are rather weak, most are able to kill an untrained human of course. Demons are very common in the world; most people even see them on a daily basis.

Devils: now when a demon learns enough or becomes strong enough he undergoes a transformation that changes him into a devil, which in turn makes him a lot more powerful. This however isn't the only way a devil can be made, most devils in existence at the moment are really angels that have fallen from heaven and 'mutated' to fit hells 'unique' clime. Devils unlike demons DO have a definite shape, most have some kind of wings, a tail, and usually horns, and are always humanoid.

Celestial: this is the term that angels have given themselves as they think the term "angel" is offensive. Angels for the most part look like humans with the exception of the writhing energy trail that many mistake to believe as wings (angels can fly without wings). However angels do not fight for "good" they actually fight to maintain a balance of good and evil. There is only one recorded incidence that angels have turned their blades upon humans. As I'm sure you've all heard of Atlantis and all its many rumors, but I assure you that angels destroyed it. They feared that the utopian society that was Atlantis would unlock to many secrets that the Celestial's thought that humans should not yet know.

Now that you know the basics of each race I shall delve deeper into the unending war between the 3 races. To put it simply each race HATES the other 2. The mere sight of a Devil or Celestial to a demon would put it into a rage that requires almost all of its will power not to just leap and attack. However devils have not been seen in this realm of existence for many centuries and it is unlikely that a demon would see a Celestial.

But mow that you know about the Great War and the 3 races I think I should reveal the whole truth to you now. The day that the one known as Harry potter vanquished Harry potter was supposed to be a great day for everyone, muggle, wizard, squib or otherwise.

The day itself was threatened with rain the entire battle ragged, curses and spells flying; each combatant trying to finish their opponent off before they started to tire. Though I will admit this was an epic battle for wizards, but on the standards of a demon hunter it was rather dull. But eventually the boy who lived triumphed and defeated Lord Voldemort.

"It is done…" mumbled Harry in disbelief. "I really defeated him…" said Harry dropping to his knees. It was at this point that I noticed something amiss. Harry however did not as the rain had finally started and was coming down in torrents. I remained hidden from him and watched as he rose and turned his back on the body of his enemy and set off toward London.

Once he had departed however I came out of my hiding space holding onto the hilt of my sword. I took careful steps toward the body of the dark lord, as the rubble of the battle still was unstable. Upon reaching the body I noticed that demonic energy was radiating off of it.

"This isn't good…" I muttered turning the body onto its back so I could see the face "it is as I suspected…" and with this I pulled out a small circular device and pressed a button.

"Master" I said into the device, "it seems that the dark lord has been defeated, but his body is giving off demonic energy. I'm not sure what the cause of this is."

"Leave the body…" said the voice from the communicator "it is of no importance, it is widely know that he practiced dark magic."

"But sir surely you're not suggesting leaving the body out in the open! I mean its scary how much demonic energy is pouring out of this guy." I said.

"You have your orders." Said the returning message simply.

"Yes sir…" I muttered before putting the communicator back and took an old scroll out from the same pocket and read aloud the words on it, feeling the familiar sensation of teleporting back to headquarters.

A/N

I thank you for all of you who had actually sat and read the whole thing. Please be kind this is my first Harry Potter story, so of course constructive criticism is appreciated but please no flames. In the next chapter the demonic energy of Voldemort will be revealed as will the stranger that witnessed the final battle.