The sky was dim. The battle was over. Harry Potter had valiantly tried and failed. Voldemort had him on his knees. This is where the story begins.
"Fool! Did you ever think you could beat me? I am invulnerable," cackled Voldemort.
Harry just lay there in resignation thinking about his life. It always had to end this way. No matter what happiness he got, it was taken away. First Sirius, then his innocence, and now his life.
Voldemort quicky grew annoyed at Harry's lack of emotion. "Fine! Face my power! This will ship you off to a hell on Earth. You'll be wishing you were dead."
"Al O Mafr Aodn daon Adof!"
What Voldemort didn't know was that like all things, there was a catch. If the current world was already considered the "hell", then the person concerned (Harry) would be merely shipped off to a slightly better world.
A whirlwind of pure energy swirled around Harry, and lifted him into the air. Falling unconcious quickly, he didn't have time to think a single thought.