Chapter 1: A Long Time

Disclaimer: JK Rowling, the Goddess of Magic, is the creator of this world of fantasy and death and brooms and lemon drops and PG-rated content.

It had been a long time.

Last time, I had run. My right eye didn't survive. At least, Moody is not alive to laugh at me for wearing his old eye. That got Dark real soon, right?

Well, if it did, it doesn't matter. No Dumbledore, no life, no humans and no future.

Voldemort destroyed it all.

Guess I should start at the beginning. Voldemort had destroyed the Privet Drive right after the resurrection, having my blood in his veins. I personally killed Snape for that one.

I lived with Sirius after that, having fought through the battle and ran away after Evan Rosier died with my Reductor Curse. I had learnt that War brings the worst qualities of the world and knew Death to be on the side of both.

Dumbledore wasn't happy, but I gave him a piece of my mind. I was 15 and a teenager, and he was in MY house without permission. I kicked him out.

Ron and Hermione went away from me then. Guess, friendships ARE that fickle.

Now that I think about it, everyone else became more hostile too. But I grew up. If my parents' killer is running around as a Dark Lord, I have more serious things to deal with than Malfoy's immature bickering.

At the end of the fifth year, I got a dream through my scar. I ignored it because I know that Sirius doesn't even have recklessness anymore, after Azkaban Hotel.

Suspiciously, Voldy got revealed to the Idiot World that day and I became the Beacon of Hope. I personally destroyed Gryffindor Dormitory to take out my anger, not that there was anyone else there.

Nobody bothered me.

Alone, that is how I was before. And that is how I will be.

Before my sixth year, I was forced to Burrow. Not that I didn't like it, but Ronald and Hermione were there and our 'friendship' wasn't that good at the moment.

We sort of become friendly again. And well, I had Fred and George with me, how could that go wrong? Well, there was Ginerva, but she was sulking because her late boyfriend, Dean Thomas, died via Death Eater Raid Syndrome.

She and I spent a lot of time together. We entered a platonic relationship gradually. It was a nice time until I got to know that Voldy had razed Azkaban and the Ministry to the ground.

And killed Sirius and Remus, and Moody, with Bellatrix and Malfoy Senior.

I ran away, far away, to France.

I didn't return to Hogwarts that time. Hedwig and I trained. A lot. Too much.

We forgot about the time, and before I knew it, Hogwarts was attacked on Christmas. Hedwig and I returned. I killed the Lestanges and Snape that day.

And Voldemort killed the Old Man Dumbles. I ran away with anyone and everyone I could. Then, came back. Voldy was boasting to his Munchers.

I confronted him. It lasted three hours before I got away with the killing of half his army and injuring my right shoulder but I got away. At last, the Malfoy line is no more.

Voldemort, somehow, got a race of extinct and unknown creatures. He summoned the Devils. He made a deal with them. He didn't have any soul technically, so he gave them what was left of it. The Devils destroyed everything that could have stopped Voldy.

Only 300 people on Earth were alive. And only nine who were not on Voldy's side.

When I was 20, Voldemort threatened the Goblins at Gringotts with the Devils. He had the second major setback. Voldemort barely got out alive before he died. Half his forces died that day.

Voldemort used Fiendfyre to kill the Goblin population. And the world population lessened again. Neville, Ron, Luna, Hermione, Ginny and I, the five of us with Bill and Charlie, and the Twins, were the only people left.

Neville died to Voldemort's stray bone breaker to the skull.

Hermione died fighting with her mortal enemy, Antonin Dolohov. Both of them died in that fight.

Ginny and Luna died protecting our group from what was left of Death Eaters. A third of them died with them.

Fred was killed in Hogwarts Massacre after he tried to take revenge on Rosier for killing his mother. Ron died then too. Rosier died from the wounds he got.

Bill, Charlie, George and I. We trained. Charlie even got Norbert(a) to help us, and that Hungarian Horntail. The Horntail killed itself to get away from me. Why? I don't know.

Norberta and Charlie destroyed Dumstrangs, Tom's base of power then. A third of his forces died with them. One of them was Rosier.

Meanwhile, George was looting what was left of Gringotts for their Gold. And Bill and I were collecting resources.

We got to know the Prophecy, and I threw it into Voldy's face to destroy it. Voldemort killed George in revenge for that one.

20 Death Eaters were alive, and Voldemort. Bill and I were there too. We knew the world was ending now that only a few life forms were there, but we wanted to avenge our crewmembers that died.

Bill went in and rampaged across Diagon Alley, and after that, Knockturn Alley. Hogsmeade was demolished too.

Only Theodore Nott, John Dawlish, Alecto Carrow and Dolores Umbridge survived with Voldemort. And I was the only one from my side.

Bill died from the rampaging wounds.

And the last time we met, I took out the rest, before Voldemort took my right eye. And now, we meet again. At least, Dumbles was dead.

"Harry Potter, the Only One Who Lived, " Voldemort taunted me, as I arrived at the Ruins of Ministry.

I said, "What are you doing, Tom? Is your nose okay, because I have not seen it, ever."

It was petty, yes. But I was the only one left.

Voldemort was standing over ruins of the once British Ministry, with piles of bodies there. Inferi. Voldemort had killed Inferi for whatever he is doing.

A mirror was right there, behind him. And Voldemort was cackling in front of me. I looked up. Hedwig was still there.

My only companion left.

"Avada Kedavra!" I tried to dodge but with my independent right eye, the situation was worse. The curse hit me and I saw nothing.

Before, I gained consciousness again, to see Voldemort enter the Mirror. I looked at Hedwig and she nodded.

She hooted loudly and flew through the Mirror. And I suddenly recognised it. The Mirror of Erised. I cursed loudly enough for Hedwig to hear me.

I entered the Mirror after my foe and my familiar. And the last thing was that, before golden sand drew me in.

Unknown to me, the world as I knew it was no more. It had destroyed in a flash of white.