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Chapter 1: The Beginning
"Yes I can do it." Harry whispered to himself. A third man came walking out of the castle. He hurried over to the four men and looked from Harry to Tom and back to Harry again. He had that same cruel smile on his face. Harry did not notice it however. He was staring into Tom's snake-like eyes. Even though his body was filled with fear he could feel the adrenaline flowing through his veins.
"On my mark." The newcomer said. "One." Harry took a deep breath, the incantation was already on the tip of his tongue. "Two." Sweat started to come from his brow. The final moment was near. Time had never felt so slow. Knowing it could all be over in a flash of green light Harry gathered his courage and gripped his wand tighter.
"Three!" There was a flash of green light and then all was dark. Harry could feel his face down on the cold snow not knowing what happened to him. He could feel blood trickling down his forehead. He opened his eyes and got up slowly. He looked over at where Voldemort was and he couldn't believe his eyes. Could he possibly be dead? His supporters went over to him and checked to see if he was dead.
"Run Harry." Professor Dumbledore said and the three men started to chase after them. They ran further up into the mountain. Professor Dumbledore sent a stunning spell in their direction but only managed to hit one of the followers. Harry and Professor Dumbledore continued to run further up into the mountain. Harry's strength began to falter and so they stopped.
"Harry you must keep going. I'll try to stop them." Harry continued to walk on for he was too tired to run any more. He heard the men catch up to Professor Dumbledore and could hear their shouts in the background. The blood was pulsing in his ears and he could no longer hear anything. He was too tired. The scenery around him was growing darker and he fell face first into the soft snow.
Hermione and Ginny was still running down the mountain with Ginny. Professor McGonagall had taken Cho off the hill and they too made their way down the mountain. The Professor and Cho were running fast and slowly catching up with Hermione and Ginny. Professor McGonagall was disappointed not to see Ron or Neville with them but she had speculated that could happen.
Hermione did heard someone following her as she ran down the mountain with Ginny. For she thought that someone was after her and kept running. She told Ginny to move faster too. The footsteps behind them only increased their pace and it sounded as if there was more than one person following the two girls. Soon Hermione heard a shrill voice call out to here.
"Miss Granger do slow down please." Hermione stopped to see Professor McGonagall and Cho Chang behind them. She sighed with relief and moved her glance up near the castle. She could see several small figures outside in the snow but could not see who they were. As Hermione continued to stare at them the other girls began to look in that direction as well.
"Who do you think is up there?" Cho asked breaking the silence. No one spoke for they all knew the answer in their heart but were unwilling to admit it. They stared at them for a long time.
"Can you tell what is happening professor?" Ginny said. Everyone turned to look at her, never asking before if she was alright. The professor shrugged at turned her eyes back to the large castle. Hermione, who could look no more, turned to look at one of the neighboring snow-capped mountains. She was amazed by the beauty of this place and how someone so evil can reside in a place so serene.
Then Hermione was distracted by a blinding green light. Professor McGonagall gasped and the three young girls all closed their eyes. "RUN!" The Professor shouted at the three girls. They all opened their eyes and started running with all their energy down the mountain. None of them saw what happened. None of them knew. Things might have been different if they had seen it all.
It was a day later when Harry woke up again. The sky was overcast and his face and hair was covered with snow. He did not realize how cold it was until he stood up. The wind was blowing in his face. He could not find professor Dumbledore anywhere. His stomach was growling and he was growing extremely thirsty. He took some of the clean snow and put it in his mouth. It was cool and refreshing.
Harry continued to walk away from the castle. He was walking further and further up into the mountain. He had no clue as to where he was going but he was still following Professor Dumbledore's lead. He had to keep going. He had to move on. If only his professor would join him, it would make the journey easier.
Ron and Neville were taken up toward the castle after being captured by the villagers. They were blindfolded and handcuffed but neither had the strength to try to escape. They did not resist being dragged up the snowy hills toward who knows what. After several minutes of waiting they were thrown into another room.
"Ron?" Neville asked, not sure if Ron had his memory back yet or if he lost it once more. There was a long silence but Neville refused to accept the worst. He thought that Ron was just unconscious but his mind was leading him to other thoughts. He kept shaking his head as if to rid his brain of thoughts that Ron could be dead. Then he heard a distinctive moan coming from nearby.
"Neville? Hermione? Gin?" Ron whispered into the black air.
"Ron, you ok?" Ron just moaned. "Do you know what is going to happen to us?" Neville asked him, his voice quivering. Ron moaned again. Neville tried to sit up but he was too weak and fell to the ground. There was someone muttering in the corner and a bright light came in his direction. He then fell into a deep sleep.
Harry walked the rest of the day but still found no sign of any kind of life. He was reaching the edge of the mountain slowly but surely. He kept sucking on the clean powdery snow to keep him from getting dehydrated. The wind started to pick up and snow started to blow into his face. He reached a cliff point and looked down. There was a small village there. He couldn't see if there were people down there, his eyesight was too poor. Harry looked over the edge of cliff and stumbled down towards the village.
Hermione, Ginny, Cho, and Professor McGonagall reached the Hogwarts castle in a three days journey. The students were placed in the hospital wing and told not to be disturbed. All the students had gone home for the summer. None of them even thinking about what those brave students faced up at the mountain top. Professor McGonagall stayed for the rest of the day before she would venture to the mountain again to see if she could rescue Ron, Neville, and Luna. She feared the worst though.
"Do you think he did it?" Hagrid asked her as she sat in her office sipping tea. She looked down at her desk and a small tear fell down her bruised cheek. There was a long moment of silence before she looked up at Hagrid and spoke.
"I don't know." Her voice was shaky. "All I saw was a bright green light."
"You can't go back up there, especially if…" Hagrid was cut off by Professor McGonagall's hand.
"I don't want to think about it. I have to do my job."
"Be careful Minerva." And in a flash she was gone. Hagrid stood in her office alone. A bulky tear came down his cheek as he made his way to the hospital wing to check on Hermione, Ginny, and Cho. He hoped that Harry had made it. But he had his doubts. He would know in due time.
Harry reached the village by nightfall. He was tired and fatigued. His legs felt as if they were going to fall off. He fell onto the snow near the edge of the village. He lied there for a while before someone came to pick him up. It was an old woman. She saw the poor boy and felt sorry for him.
"Henry, come out here. There is a boy lying in the snow. Come see if you can help him." An old man came slowly out of the house with a lantern to see what was going on. He walked over to the young blacked haired boy and carried him into the house. They were amazed that he was alive. They fed him some food and gave him a change of clothes. After eating Harry went straight to bed.
"So where do you think he came from?" Henry asked his wife.
"I don't know. He was just lying there when I went to go check on Timothy. You want to know the strangest thing about him though?"
"What is it Eliza?"
"That lightening shaped scar on his forehead. Have you ever seen anything so peculiar?"
"Nope. Let's go to bed Eliza and we'll talk about it more in the morning." The couple turned off the light and headed off to bed.
Professor McGonagall walked along the empty mountainside. But she was too late. The village was completely deserted and scorched to the ground. Apparently Professor Snape had accomplished his job. As she looked over to the edge of the castle it too seemed deserted. She walked slowly up to the castle to find that no one was there. The snow was powdery white. She began melting some of it to see if anyone was there.
She found two servants of Tom, both dead. She also found bits of Luna's cloak but there was no sign of the girl. She looked around but saw no sign of Professor Dumbledore, Harry, or Tom. Her mind was filled with a maelstrom of questions but she kept looking.
She went towards the large castle. It looked even more deserted than before. Every room was empty. She made her way to one of the towers on the north end. To her surprise she found two boys, blindfolded and handcuffed. She ran over to them and was amazed to find them both alive. She quickly levitated them out of the castle.
As she turned to leave she did find one more dead. Her heart almost skipped a beat when she saw. She was at a loss for words and her breath was short. It was the body of an old enemy never to administrate terror upon mankind again. Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort was dead.
