A/N: A big thank you to my sister for helping me to come up with the plot to this fic, couldn't do it without you!

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Voices

Prolouge

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I remember him well, despite the fact he was in his fourth year and in a different house when I started in my first. I doubt he even knew who I was, but everyone knew him.

It's been five years since his death, the longest five years of my life. I guess, looking back it, it all really started at the end of my third and final year at Hogwarts, he didn't die for a year after that, but that was when the darkness began to spread.

The end of my third year marked the death of the man some people would call the greatest wizard of all time - I used to be one of those people but now I am not so sure - Albus Dumbledore.

Shortly after his death the school closed down and by the beginning of November the death eaters had come to my house. To this day I am not sure how I managed to escape.

My parents, two muggle-borns, were killed almost instantly but my mother had only enough time to shove me into a closet where the death eaters could not find me. I can't remember much about that day – all I do remember was that it was very dark in the closet, I could not see a thing.

I will never forget the sounds I heard though, no one wishes to listen as their parents – the people who gave them life – utter their final breath in the form of a blood curdling scream, knowing they gave up their only chance of escape by finding a place for you to hide and that in itself is not a guarantee that you will survive.

I hope never to witness anything like that again, but I am afraid to say that the chances of me experiencing it again are very high.

When silence settled in my house, long after the sounds of the death eater's dissapperating had disappeared into the night I stepped out from the closet.

It was night time then, but I had lit my wand with the lumos spell learnt two years prior, the beam of light had fallen upon the mangled forms of my dead parents, I wanted it to be a dream, all a massive nightmare and I'd wake up at school and my parents would be alive, to send me an owl to comfort me, but alas things like that do not happen and that was one of the first harsh realities of life that I had to learn at the tender age of fourteen.

I remember running, running faster than I had ever in my life, almost risking hyperventilating, to get away from the horrors I had seen there, to get away from the horror my life had become and what it was destined to be.

I had collapsed on the side of the street, my wand must have fallen from my hand because I never saw it again, even if I had my wand it would have not been much use, no one but dark wizards dare to use the night bus, even then, not since the spiking of the drinks they served by the death eaters, but that service had been going down since before Dumbledore's death, since Stan Shunpike was arrested all those years ago.

I had cried myself to sleep that night, on the pavement like a muggle beggar, not that I had anything against muggles and it was then it dawned on me the seriousness of the state the wizarding world was in.

After that night I made my way to the old St Mungos building, by that time it was abandoned, even though he was still alive then, he couldn't do anything to stop it going down the drain.

I wasn't alone in camping out in the old building, a band of survivors that weren't part of the main effort in the war had sought refuge there, mostly older members of the wizarding community, too weak to fight in the war or apparate to a different continent and those that, like me, were not yet of age.

I remember there being a pregnant lady, about six months gone, one of the last happy memories I could recall was helping to deliver her son that February.

The little boy had not lasted two months; it was not the environment for a baby. We had all hoped though that the war would be short and sweet, but then came the worst moment of my life, worse than the day my parents died and my world came crashing down because if that November day killed my world that day in June killed my hope and many of us debated suicide when news of his death and the death of his friends came in.

After that came ultimate darkness that blanketed the world and we had our suspicions that the dark lord knew of our whereabouts but simply chose not attack, due simply to the fact that there were so many other victims to choose from and he had so many to choose from and that he wanted to drag out the wait for us to make our death all the more entertaining to him and for lack of a better word, to lull us into a false sense of security.

Some of the elder wizards and witches and those that had been at Hogwarts with me still had their wands and the elder wizards, for a time, attempted to train us with more advanced defence spells than the ones we learnt at school.

To be honest if was a fruitless attempt all we really needed to know was how to conjure food to survive in the bleak wilderness that the earth had become.

By that time the dark lord had begun to take over the rest of Europe and only three years after his death he had North America too.

Barely any muggles were left in Britain and the population had decreased by millions. His most loyal followers were rewarded with all the destruction and global domination they had seen. The rest of the world had never seen the likes of anything like it since the German muggle's Nazis, except magic made the death eaters so much worse.

To say at that time I was ashamed to be British and from the same country as that scum was an understatement and I used to be so very proud of my nationality.

My coming of age had passed without any recognition, when I was little I used to have such high hopes and we had heard rumours of a small secret organisation working against the dark lord called the order of the phoenix, I suspect I would have joined them if my parents hadn't died when I was so young and I was forced into hiding.

I fear that my life is slowly coming to its end, but at the moment I am not so sure as to whether it is a bad thing or a good thing, since his death I have not known what I wanted, but I will say this and somewhere up above I hope he hears this as a final plea of hope that some how this war will come to an end soon for me, either way

R.I.P. Harry Potter

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A/N: There we go, the little prologue, I apologise for the lack of action in this chapter but I had to get the basics of the worlds situation out of the way before I began. I have some really good ideas for this fic so look out for the next chapter!