Preface
"Harry! Look out!" a flash of green light surrounded him, but it did not hit him. He looked in horror as his best friend fell to his feet, lifeless.
"No…no…" Harry shook his head as tears started to flow from his eyes. The most unpleasant feelings of hatred, loss, helplessness, guilt, and anger filled his heart as he looked up at the attacker.
"Looks as if another was willing to die for you-" a cool voice filled his head. It ran chills up and down his spine. "How many more, Potter? How many more are to die just for you. It would all end if you'd just give up."
Harry shook his head, and did his best to remember all the things that his friends and family told him. "No! You're lying! They didn't die for me, they died because of you!"
"Ah, my dear innocent, young Harry," the high-pitched voice cooed at him.
Harry had such a strong grip on his wand that his hands were pure white. He was breathing heavily and trying to regain his senses. "You'll pay for what you did to her!"
Voldemort laughed and twirled his wand around until Harry could see familiar faces inside the mirror like substance that had appeared. "He's gone too Harry-"
Harry looked hard into the circular window, and saw Ron and Ginny, each looking lifeless and horrified. His anger heightened and he screamed loudly. "YOU'RE LYING!"
"Am I?" he hissed. "You're all alone now Harry. No one left to listen to your ridicules stories. At least, no one left that will believe you anymore. Run Harry. Run like I was made to run-" he laughed and thrust his arms out, throwing Harry out of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and onto the gate. He could hear the laughter all the way into the Dark Forest.