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"Ladies and gentlemen, students and staff members, I am displeased to inform you that, not only is Albus Dumbledore missing, but it has come to my attention that three other students are missing as well. From 7th year, Ms. Hermione Granger, Mr. Ronald Weasley, and for the second time, Mr. Harry Potter." The Hall erupted in cries of anger and shock. "Settle down! Now, we have no clues as to these students whereabouts, but trust me in saying that the Ministry will do all they can to recover them. Questions?"

"Mr. Fudge! How long has Mr. Potter been missing?"

"Mr. Potter was last seen 1:30 this morning by Ms. Ginny Weasley, Ronald's youngest and only sister. The other two were last seen at 12:45."

"Cornelius! Have you considered You-Know-Who as a prospect kidnapper?" The silence in the Great Hall was deafening. Fudge chose his words carefully.

"We have gone down that road and yes, we have great reason to believe You-Know-Who is behind this, though we hope, like last time, that Mr. Potter and his friends are somewhere on the grounds."

"How long will the search go on?"

"The Ministry of Magic will not stop their search until we have found the students and brought them safely back to Hogwarts."

"Mr. Fudge, what are the places that you are looking?"

"We are already conducting a second search of school grounds. Hogsmeade has been combed through, as have neighboring villages. London will be searched soon as well as several magical towns outside of London."

"What about Godric's Hollow, Mr. Potter's birthplace?" The crowd parted to reveal the shouter. Ginny Weasley sat on Dean's lap, her eyes red from crying, but set with determination.

"What was that?" Fudge asked.

"Have you checked Godric's Hollow or the surrounding grounds?" Dean yelled out.

"Mr. Thomas, let me clarify something with you, and all of you for that matter. Although details cannot be released, I will tell you this. Godric's Hollow, under any circumstances, will not be approached by anyone, Ministry member or otherwise. There is magic on that place that has been here since this school was founded. No, we will not search the place until we have any reason to believe that the magic no longer abides there. I think that is all the questions that need to be answered. Thank you." Fudge exited into the room behind the teachers' tables, where Kingsley, McGonagall, Filch, Sprout, Mad-eye, Tonks, and Mr. and Mrs joined him. Molly was crying her eyes out as Arthur did everything to comfort her.

"I assure you, Molly, that we are doing everything in our power to find your son," Fudge said. Tonks frowned.

"What magic is at Godric's Hollow? If it's been there since the time of the Founders, then why could Lily and James live there with no problems?"

"Because Lily was from my line," came Godric's voice. They all turned toward the door to see him standing there with Catherine. "My line can approach that place without fear of ancient magic, but that is not what I am here to tell you. I am here to tell you that the magic has been lifted. The War of Ages is over."

"What do you mean, the War of Ages?" McGonagall asked.

"The Heirs have met in combat and the War is over."

"You mean that Harry and You-Know-Who fought?" Tonks gasped. Catherine nodded.

"The curse of Ă-cěl'-dă-mă has been lifted. You may walk there freely," she said.

"What is Ă-cěl'-dă-mă?" Molly asked through her tears.

"Translated from the language spoken by the people of Jerusalem in the days following Christ's resurrection, as written in Acts, it is the field of blood," Gryffindor told them softly. There was silence in the room.

"That's not possible," Fudge whispered.

"It doesn't exist," said Kingsley.

"It's a myth," Mad-Eye grunted. Catherine scowled.

"It is as true and real as I stand in this room," she declared. "The field has been there since the Founders time, cursed when-"

"Gryffindor died," Arthur finished. Godric nodded solemnly.

"It was placed so that, in the future, only my line and the line of Slytherin could pass without death," he explained. "That is why Voldemort entered so easily the night he killed Lily and James."

"You said the War is over," Mad-Eye growled. "You didn't say who won!"

"I cannot tell you that," Godric replied. "Only you can find out for yourself. The magic has been lifted, you may enter at your own will."

Dean climbed the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. It was sunset and the grounds of Hogwarts were filled with students, teachers and guest who were leaving Hogwarts for the evening. Opening the door to the reddish colored room, he walked over to where Ginny stood alone on the balcony. Leaning on the balcony rail, he stared down at the people below.

"Long day, huh?" he muttered. Ginny said nothing, staring out at the setting sun. Golden rays hit her face, making her fiery locks shine bright. Dean sighed.

"Ginny…"

"I don't want to talk, Dean," she told him. "All I want is Ron and Hermione and Harry back here at Hogwarts, safe." She bit her lip, fighting back tears that inevitably fell down her cheeks. "I want my brother back, Dean. I want Ron." Dean pulled her close to him and she cried into his shoulder. Rocking back and forth, the couple stayed there, lost in their own pain and hopelessness.

Kingsley stepped over debris as he made his way through what used to be the shed of Godric's Hollow. Most of the Order was walking around the area, looking for signs of life. Kingsley stopped and stared at the sight before him, puzzled. Most of Godric's Hollow still stood, still in its awful condition. However, the other part of Godric's Hollow seamed to have been sheared away. Ruble of the massive manor lay everywhere as the Order made its way to the back. But what puzzled Kingsley was not that this part of the Hollow was destroyed, but the manner in which it left the other part. It was as if God had taken a knife and sliced it perfectly and cleanly through. Not a splinter stood from the areas where the house had been destroyed. It was if people had been building it and had left it off on purpose, cutting it cleanly so that it looked flawless.

Mad-Eye and Tonks stood at the top of the slope, looking around at Ă-cěl'-dă-mă. Now that the sun was around so they could see, the sight of the once cursed field disgusted them. It was not the normal golden color but a stomach-wrenching red. It was the field of blood.

Tonks looked away towards the manor, afraid of becoming sick. Then she gasped.

"Mad-Eye! Look!" Mad-Eye turned around and his one real eye grew wide, the other one staring in the direction Tonks was pointing.

"Merlin's beard," he whispered. Stumping over, he headed over the pile of debris, followed by a shocked and curious Tonks. Both stopped in front of the sight, not believing what they saw.

The Lion's truck sized paw stuck out of the wreckage, hanging limply as dried blood coated Its claws. Tonks reached out and touched it cautiously. The paw made no movement. She clambered up and felt around where the wrist would be. No pulse.

"What is it, Mad-Eye?" she asked. Mad-Eye's magical eye swerved into the ruble.

"Enormous lion type thing. Dead under the ruble."

"You don't think it has anything to do with Harry, do you?"

"You heard Godric before we left, Tonks."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts. You know what it is and you know what it means."

"TONKS! ALASTOR!" Both Aurors stumbled through the wreckage to get to where the rest of the Order had gathered. Molly had tears in her eyes. In Mundungus' hands were the remains of a Gryffindor school uniform, a snapped wand and a pair of broken glasses. Each item was splattered with blood and had one thing in common.

They all were under ownership of Harry James Potter.

Tonks began to sob with Molly. Arthur turned away from the objects, tears swimming in his eyes. Kingsley and Mad-Eye were focused on a different sight though.

The individual Lions were emerging from Ă-cěl'-dă-mă. The Order watched as they made their way up the slope to the ruble. Stopping at the paw of the dead Lion, they sniffed around. Then one let up an awful sound, which the others soon followed. The sound turned into a mournful roar as the grouped together. Louder the roar became until the Order members were sure people from hundreds of miles away could hear it.

Molly screamed as something rose from the field. The Snake, lit by the sun, rose high above the ground, eyeing the Order as It raised Its scaly head. Staring down at the terrified wizards, the Snake let out a huge, echoing laugh. It set off across the field, lowering Itself into the bloodied grains as It slithered away.

The lamentation of the Lions continued, long after the Order members departed, leaving the Lions alone to weep the dearly departed.

Fudge got up on the podium in front of the massive assembly that had gathered in the Great Hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, students and staff members," he began. "I am afraid that I have some rather bad news. Last night, a group of Aurors entered Godric's Hollow, or what remains of it. What was found was not at all comforting. We are deeply troubled to tell you that Harry James Potter is dead." An uproar echoed off the walls as people stood from their seats, yelling and protesting.

"It's not true!"

"Not possible!"

"That boy can't die!"

"SILENCE!" McGonagall screamed. The Hall fell silent as she took Fudge's place on the podium. "It is true! Mr. Potter was murdered last night in his attempt to save his friends. We of Hogwarts and the Ministry believe that he was killed by Lord Voldemort!" A shiver went through the crowd. McGonagall stepped down and Fudge returned.

"We are also displeased to inform you that, hours after Mr. Potter was discovered dead, several bodies were found. We have identified two of them as Hogwarts students, one with long brown hair and one with red." Screams filled the Great Hall. In one corner, Mr. Weasley could be seen holding his distraught wife and five redheaded men comforting their sobbing sister. "The bodies will be brought back for burial as soon as possible. Again, we hold only the deepest sympathy for all of you, especially those who were very close to Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger. I will now take questions."

"Fudge! What does this mean for the magical community now that Harry Potter is dead? I mean, it doesn't have anything to do with You-Know-Who, right?" McGonagall stepped forward.

"My dear sir," she said. "I feel unfortunate in telling you this. Mr. Potter is dead because of one thing and one thing only. Lord Voldemort. Because of this, we all have reason to fear His return. Yes, my good man, Mr. Potter's death has everything to do with Voldemort's return. Times will get darker, mark my words. This is only the beginning."

A dark shadow fell over the assembly. Outside, the air grew cold with the oncoming storm.

Colin sat down on the grass next to his brother, Dennis, reading the Daily Prophet. Beside them was Ginny and Dean, who were snuggled up on a blanket, reading Hogwarts, A History. Padma, Parvati, Lavender, Seamus and Neville were talking about unimportant little things, passing time. Winter had passed and spring was here, bringing with it unusually warm weather. Seeing as it was Saturday, the Gryffindors, plus Padma, had decided to spend their time outdoors, not wanting to confine themselves to the stuffy common rooms with essays assigned from teachers.

Ginny sighed, resting her head on Dean's chest and watched as he flipped the pages every so often. Her eyes shifted and she caught a glimpse of something. Being so close to the Forbidden Forest, it wouldn't have surprised her if it were a magical creature venturing to far from the comforts of the deep forest. She saw it again and frowned. Once, ok. But twice?

There it was again!

Ginny sat up, staring intently at the forest. Dean set down the book and sat up also. Saying nothing, he looked in the same direction his girlfriend was looking. Soon, the whole group was looking.

There!

Ginny was on her feet, staring at the forest. Her eyes widened.

"It's not possible," she whispered, tears running down her cheeks. The rest of the group stood and gasped.

"Get McGonagall," Dean muttered to no one in particular. No one moved, all paralyzed in shock. "GET MCGONAGALL!" he roared and the rest of the group scrambled up the slope, glancing back in shock.

Ginny took off running towards the forest, Dean close behind her. Dean caught the body as it fell, exhausted, to the ground. Ginny, crying, grabbed the other body, hoisting it up. Dean lifted the first one and headed back, Ginny following, still crying.

Ron and Hermione had made the journey back to Hogwarts.

A/n:I wanna thank:

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LadyInu1126: Not a bad idea, if this weren't a HHr fic! She'd rip it up as soon as she found out what type of relationships are in this! But I'm glad you think this is that good! Yes, the Bible verse was creepy but it goes well with the story!

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