Disclaimer: Everything except the plot belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Few hours earlier

Hermione was dragged out of the circular room. Her eyes were set on the redhead that the Death Eaters had left in the room. She was still screaming and crying, but they paid no mind, dumping her into the old game room. She heard the door lock and looked around the room, wiping her eyes as she took in her surroundings. Recoiling in shock and horror, she backed up, only to bump into more of the horrible wreckage that had taken place only moments before.

The Wizards' Chess game had not been allowed to continue.

Screaming, she backed away from the decapitated body, tripping over something on the ground. Blood soaked the remains of her dress as she kicked an unidentifiable body part away from her. Shaking violently, she looked down at what seemed to be clinging to her arm. Her mouth opened, but no sound emitted from it. She stared in a horrified trance at the body she was lying on, as it seemed to still be alive. Scrambling to her feet, Hermione backed away from the groping thing on the floor, for that is what it was. The body no longer had any shape whatsoever. The only thing Hermione could identify was the blood-shot eye staring out at her from what used to be the-

Hermione turned away from it, leaning against the wall as she tried not to heave up what was left of her stomach. She fell to her knees, closing her eyes and trying not to think about the moaning thing behind her. The moans fell softer the longer she waited. Then silence filled the room and Hermione shuddered.

"Ah, poor, young Mudblood," hissed a voice. Hermione refused to look up. "You've been abandoned, left alone with no one that loves you. Not even stupid, misguided Potter loves you. How sad." She let out a sob, but her eyes remained closed as she hugged her knees, trying to block out the sound of the monster near her.

"Too bad Master Weasel couldn't be here, Mudblood," taunted the voice. "He would have loved to be hear to see the last ray of hope for the Light go to Hell."

"LEAVE HARRY ALONE!" she screamed, turning around and glaring straight into the eyes ofa devil. The eyes seemed to smile.

"So you still have an ounce of love for the man who treated you like crap? Interesting. Very interesting."

"I swear, if you touch Harry-"

"You'll what, stab me with your hairbrush? You have no power here, little Mudblood. Potter will die, Granger, let me assure you. And you will have front row tickets to his death. VIP seats are reserved for those he loved best. Or we could let him watch you slowly die as he begs for your worthless life. I prefer the latter."

"STOP IT!" She held her hands over her ears, closing her eyes and trying desperately to block the images that were leaking into her mind and heart.

"Not so strong now, are we Granger?" sneered the creature. "Yes, the latter seams to suit both parties nicely. Soon you will join Weasley, and then Potter soon after. Yes, the Golden Trio will be no more when tonight ends."

"Harry," Hermione begged softly as the creature laughed. "Harry, please. Please come, Harry. I need you. I love you, Harry. I love you and I need you. Harry, please."

now

Harry scanned the area before him. The field went on for as long as he could see in each direction but for some reason never came within 50 meters of Godric's Hollow. Harry, frowning, walked down the bare slope, stopping a couple of meters away from the field edge. Turning around, he observed the Lions as they followed him. Some of them were growling, others were sniffing cautiously and a few of them were even whimpering. But all of them looked like they had other places to be beside here. Turning back to the field, Harry had a bad feeling. The field was giving off the presence of evil and something that hadn't been disturbed for quite a long time. But something was drawing him towards it, but it wasn't good either, neither was it bad. Just a feeling.

He seemed to be running on feelings.

He shoved his emotions to the back of his mind, not wanting to think about what would happen if his feelings had too much control. He was sick of his feelings.

Reaching out, Harry touched the grains, pulling back his hand as he rubbed his fingers together and smelled. Frowning once more, he looked up. Glancing at the Lions, Harry plunged into the field, hearing the Lions follow reluctantly behind him.

Hermione rocked back and forth, looking around the spot in the field where she had been placed. Voldemort had disappeared a while back, leaving her alone. But not without a warning.

"Don't try anything Mudblood," the Dark Lord hissed. "There are sightless eyes that see far beyond those things visible. They will know if you want to try something. I suggest you don't."

Hermione sighed and picked at her dress, just now noticing its horrible condition. It had been torn all the way to her knees and was full of holes and rips. Tearing off a piece of the dress skirt, she dabbed at a cut on her ankle, not noticing that, although they were too many miles away to be seen, Harry and the Lions could be heard making their way through the field.

Harry pushed the corn stalks out of his way, only to be met by more. Moonlight shone over the field as Harry maneuvered his way through the field of corn.

"Yes, that is it," hissed a voice. "The closer you get, the more harm you put yourself in. You know of nothing that you walk into, boy!"

"I know exactly what I'm walking into," Harry muttered to himself. High-pitched laughter echoed by the rumbling of the earth echoed around the field.

"You think yourself wise boy. You know nothing of what you stand in. Here there be monsters!"

Everything exploded beneath Harry. The Lions were flung helter skelter as Harry landed several meters away from the explosion. Looking up from his torn hand, Harry gazed in fascinated horror at what was steadily moving towards him.

So that's what she meant by living death…

Screeches filled the air as Harry leapt to his feat, the fierceness he had inherited from a forgotten ancestry glowing from the fire that now erupted in his eyes. He allowed satisfaction and rage to fill him and let go hell with a fiery blast. Everything within 600 meters was incinerated, except, surprisingly, the field. Harry bulled into the screaming, maniacal fray of the bodies that submerged to the top of the soil. Pulling, scraping, knowing at each other, the clawed their way towards the rampage that was Harry James Potter. White fire soared from his hands as he destroyed them as they came. But on they came, a never ceasing wave of living carnage that was the ancestry of Salazar Slytherin and Tom Marvalo Riddle.

Harry's robes were soaked with blood as he missed a body but blew of the head of one of the carnages that took a bite at him. But Harry wasn't all too sure that the blood was all caused by the bloodshed that was fighting to get to him. Then, over the sounds of the death, a scream.

"HARRY!"

"HERMIONE!"

Bodies flew as Harry roared through the living slaughter, seeking the voice of the scream.

"HARRY!"

"HERMIO-" He froze, not moving an inch as he stood on the edge of the barren circle in the exact center of the crop field.

"Voldemort."

"Potter. Always a pleasure."

"Let her go, Tom."

"Ah, is poor little Potty missing his shag toy terribly. Here, pets, let us give it to him." Her body rolled to the middle of the circle. His eyes grew wide and he couldn't breathe.

"Hermione," he whispered.

"Good, Potter," Voldemort smirked from the opposite end of the circle. "Now we know how this game is played. Now, watch and see what Lord Voldemort, heir of Salazar Slytherin, can do!" The cloaked figure raised his arms to the sky.

"Slythen Thyrus, Serpent Irus, Cones Maclien Doses MAILUS!"

I AM SLYTHERIN!

Something rose from the ground. A shadow at first, a silhouette against the moon. Harry's horror soon turned to piercing terror.

The Snake, as long as the Mississippi and wide as two Hungarian Horntails put together, rose to its full height; so far above Harry that he couldn't see the frightening head.

"Yes Potter," Voldemort said softly. "That is the power I possess." Harry stumbled to the center of the circle, falling to his knees as he shook Hermione. Terror gripped his heart.

"Please wake up, Hermione," he pleaded as he felt tears fall from his eyes. The Snake watched them with sick satisfaction gleaming in its blood red eyes. "Don't do this! You can't die! Please, don't leave me, Hermione. I can't do this without you."

"Oh, I'm afraid the Mudblood has lost her hearing," Voldemort laughed. "She seams rather pale, doesn't she?" Harry held her close, rocking back and forth as he struggled to keep his sanity level from exploding.

"You can't be gone," he whispered into her hair, staring blindly at the field around him. "I promised myself I wouldn't let this happen. You're not dead. Oh God, Hermione, don't leave me here alone! No, please don't do this!"

"This is the Savior of the world? Crying over a worthless Mudblood? Why, because the shagging was great?"

"Come back Hermione. Don't leave me here alone! I can't do this on my own. Hermione! HERMIONE!" Her head lolled back, her skin smeared with blood that stood out a lot against her death white skin. Harry bit his lip, trying to keep back the screams that were in his throat. This wasn't happening. He hadn't lost the only woman he had and could ever love.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Flames erupted all around him he laid her body at the side of the circle. Hell burned inside his pain stricken eyes as he stood. The Lions appeared behind him, their flames rejuvenated by the emotions that were being emitted off of their Power. Harry turned to Voldemort.

"You will DIE!"

The flames engulfed him as well as unrestrained rage and hatred for the monster before him. But this wasno subconscious rage, no; this was the Heir of Gryffindor. This was man that was sent to save the world.

The fire grew, added by the Lions, who submerged themselves into the hellish flame that grew, reaching the height of the ticked off Snake.

It took shape, twisting and forming. Huge paws stretched forth, attached to monstrous, powerfully built legs. The back arched out, flaming and burning as the tail extended out. Sparks flew as It shook It's mane and raised It's head. Scarlet teeth shone bloodthirsty in the moonlight as the mouth opened wide. The roar reached towns more than 300 miles away.

This was Godric Gryffindor's Heir.

This was the beginning of the War of Ages. The final war to decide who would win and who would die trying.

I AM GRYFFINDOR!

The body stirred restlessly, silently waking from a painful sleep. Getting onto shaky legs, the figure stumbled out onto the slope of the manor. What it saw was beautiful, what it heard was unbearable.

The Lion reared onto Its hind legs, slashing with flaming claws. The Snake hissed and moved in, Its body bunching and uncoiling as It made Its way towards the enemy. They clashed, fire on ice as tooth and fang went to work. Blood dripped everywhere as they inflicted thousand upon thousand of wounds on each other.

The Lion fell back, limping badly as it whipped It's tattered tail to the side, throwing off a bloody piece. The Snake seemed to smile and struck not once but five times, injecting as much poison as possible. The Lion stumbled, It's vision fogging up as it heard screams from below.

BOOM! CRASH!

Silence.

Acts 1: 19-20a: And it was known unto all the dwellers at Jerusalem, insomuch as that field is called in their proper tongue, Ă-cĕl'-dă-mă, that is to say, the field of blood.

For it is written in the book of Psalms, Let his habitation be desolate, and let no man dwell therein.

A/n: The above verse is part of the chappie and it's to make you think. That is a real verse, by the way, for anyone who thinks I made that up. Thanks to:

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PreppyTigger23: You really like sabotaging my characters, don't you! I think I've answered your question thoroughly in this chappie.

LMDGlUVR4EVA: Yes, yes, everything good comes to those who wait. Well, as shown in this chapter, everything bad happens to those who wait. (cough Harry cough).

Audrey Leigh: Here's the next chappie! Thanks for reviewing!

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To my next reviewers, I will except the word EVIL in your reviews, though SLY and CRAFTY won't go amiss either!