Disclaimer:
I will only state this once, most characters and settings belong to the magnificent J. K. Rowling.
It may seem every once and awhile that my story may seem like it resembles something else you have read here or out of here. I am sorry if this happens, but I do become influenced by other great works I have read. I will try t avoid this.
Will contain HP/DM slash
Warning:
There will be Slash later along in the story.
Author's note:
I love to hear other people's input, as I feel it helps the story along. I also need a beta, so if there are any offers out there….
Prologue
Emerald eyes surveyed the damage around him; the wind whipping around his messy dark hair. His face was pulled and drawn in pain.
Pain that he had caused,
Pain that he couldn't fix,
Pain he couldn't escape,
Pain he would find a way to hide.
Hearing the sound of a cloak swishing behind him he refused to turn around and meet the eyes of the one man who had seen it all coming. He refused to look into those cool, blue eyes that had often twinkled at him in merriment. He couldn't take it, he just couldn't.
Dumbledore put his hand on Harry's shoulder and said in his soft voice, "You couldn't have saved them all Harry, and many wouldn't have wanted you to. All of them died for a cause they believed in; a leader the believed in."
Harry refused to look at him. Turning his back to the old man he let his pain and anger power his walk.
Dumbledore smiled as he watched the 'boy who lived' turn away angrily. His eyes twinkled in excitement. Everything was going according to plan, although Voldemort hadn't yet been killed, everything was going well.