Chapter One
Morning Walk
Oct. 31, 1997 – Dawn
The morning was calm, the air brisk, quiet, not even birds singing. The sun was just beginning to rise at Hogwarts Castle, formally Britain's premier magical school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A solitary figure walked out of the front doors, wearing a black wizard's cloak. Upon closer inspection, one could notice a long sword strapped inside a holster on the man's waist as well as a small dagger and a wand strapped to his left forearm. After stepping out of the shadows and into the sunlight, the figure was reveled to be none other than Harry Potter, Savior of the Light, The Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived, and all that other nonsense.
He walked around Hogwarts lakeside aimlessly just looking around and thinking. The grounds still looked great, courtesy of Hagrid, the Hogwarts groundskeeper and Harry's first friend, who still lived in his hut beside the Forbidden Forest. The giant squid stuck a tentacle out of the lake for just a second and went back down again.
Today would be the day; Voldemort had been way to quiet for comfort lately. After almost 3 months without so much as a single Muggle attack, Harry knew he was planning something. Little did Voldemort know though, that Harry already had a plan created by the late Albus Dumbledore, and that the plan was now in its final phase.
Voldemort's diary, destroyed by Harry; Guant's ring, destroyed by Dumbledore; Slytherin's locket, destroyed by, well, somebody; Hufflepuff's amulet, destroyed by Ron; Ravenclaw's bracelet, destroyed by Hermione; and finally Voldemort's pet snake Nagini, killed and nailed to the door of Riddle Manor, courtesy of Harry. That had to have gotten Voldemort's attention, but would he make the connection that the snake was killed because it was a Horcrux? Surely not. If Harry knew Voldemort right, he would never believe someone would ever think that he would use a living creature as a Horcrux.
In fact, as far as Voldemort is concerned, only 2 of his 6 horcruxes had been destroyed, the diary and the snake. Little did he now he was about to engage in battle today with six-sevenths of his soul destroyed, with the last piece keeping him alive and mortal.
Halloween, something almost always happens on Halloween, why shouldn't a dark lord try and take the most magical structure in all of Britain? What an unpleasant surprise will meet him when he reaches the grounds.
"So, what are you doing up at this hour?" a voice behind Harry said. Ginny.
"I could ask the same, you know," replied Harry, turning around and embracing her.
"Good Morning," greeted Harry properly.
"You haven't answered my question," interjected Ginny.
"I was out here thinking about how either I am going to die tonight or if it will be Voldemort instead," came the very heavy blunt answer.
Ginny tensed, how the hell can you give an answer to that?
"Oh--You sure it will be tonight?"
"Positive."
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Author's Note: This is the first story I have ever wrote. Feel free to criticize the hell out of me. Or give me props, whatever. Either way I think it sucks, but it's a start. At least it won't take you long to read, its so short.
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