As the sun was slowly starting to leave its arc across the sky, unbeknownst to the populace, pilots prepared their machines for war. Unknowingly giving the enemy time to prepare for war, as they went to and fro about their own lives without a care. It was on this day, August 2nd, that it became the ending of the human dominion upon this planet. The warm weather was slowly giving way to much cooler temperatures as the residents of Private Drive began their rituals of closing up their houses to allow the air conditioning to cool them off faster. One of the few people outside in this warm weather was a tall, bespectacled boy named Harry Potter. Sitting on the swing set that Dudly and his gang hadn't vandalized over that summer, the wizard looked up into the sky.

The sky had been relatively clear minutes before clouds started to appear, focusing over the much larger and more public park only a few miles away. The clouds only grew darker and heavier, silent and dangerous as they swirled in that once blue sky. Harry felt the hairs on his body stand on edge, fear running through his body as the skies continued to darken and churn with unfathomable mystery and threat. Then with a silent and mighty flash, a bolt of lightning speared through the swirling clouds into the earth down below. The flash of light was so bright that Harry fell off his seat and onto the dirt below.

Harry got to his feet before several more flashes followed the first, then it was silent, eerily so. Rising to his feet, he made his way to the approximate location of where the bolts of lightning hit. People were coming out of their houses, looking shocked, confused, a few were even angry. Number eighty-three, Miss Wayne, stepped out of her house and called out to Harry.

"Young man," The older, stern looking woman called out, "Do you know what happened to the power? The news was playing then everything went dark."

"No," Harry called back, shaking his head, "I was going to find out, however."

Miss Wayne nodded, clearly she was not going to leave her safe home but she wasn't going to stop him either. Harry hurried quickly into the small town the was Little Whinging, finding that cars had stopped in the road and the people in them were confused as well. Weaving his way through them, Harry spotted his whale of a cousin, Dudley, looking up from a street corner towards the public park. The ground was smoking slightly from the still fresh weird phenomenon that had hit it. Harry walked over cautiously to his Cousin and tapped his shoulder, nearly getting punched in the face for startling him.

"D-don't do that!" Dudley hissed, shaken about something as Harry stayed well out of punching range.

"You saw the lightning," Harry said, pointing to ground zero as people slowly crept closer to the hit point, "didn't you?"

Dudley nodded, looking very unsettled, "I thought that after every lightning strike, thunder was supposed to follow."

"Well," Harry shook his head, looking at the gathering crowds, "it wasn't natural, normal or anything to do with...those things."

Dudley gave him a look that clearly said he didn't believe him in that last part but nodded, as they could both agree that wasn't normal. As they stepped closer with the crowd, they heard someone call out that the ground at the hit zone was cold. Dudley glowered at Harry but Harry retorted in a hushed whisper to that.

"I know of no power that can cause multiple lightning strikes without thunder that leaves the strike zone cold to the touch."

His cousin deflated at that, before the ground shook slightly. Harry nearly fell over again but his cousin grabbed him, in an effort to help him or keep himself up, Harry didn't know. The shaking stopped then started up again, followed by the ground cracking and crumbling. The roads erupted as the pavement shattered from the growing lines of damage, buildings had glass explode out of them as their integrity was compromised. Harry, Dudley and the crowd backed as far away as they could from ground zero as it started to become more unstable. Harry stumbled back as Dudley tried his best to not topple over as the ground grew humped before it collapsed, the public park now nothing more than a crater.

Dust erupted into the air as everything went deathly quiet, no one spoke a word from the shock. This day had turned from a rather normal day to something so wrong and unnatural, it was making everything seem so alien. Dudley pulled Harry behind a car, as the young wizard didn't resist his bulkier cousin's grip on his arm. As the dust started to settle, something huge rose slowly out of that crater, glinting in the sun like it was made out of metal. Harry couldn't make out its shape at first until it cleared the dust, seeing that it had three protrusions in a weird gauntlet like device. That device was attached to some sort of longer metal creation that vanished into that dark crater, before the three protrusions came down. Another metal 'limb' came out of the crater, the 'foot' smashing an unfortunate car flat.

The ground rumbled, a dim humming noise could be heard as something rose from that crater. Slowly, ever so slowly, it rose out of the ground as lights flickered on its body. It continued to rise, causing everyone to panic as it overshadowed everything. Higher and higher it went, Harry and his cousin booking it for safer cover and distance between themselves, the crowd and that machine of metal. By the time they stopped, both Harry and Dudley were behind their own cars as they looked up at the towering colossus. It was deathly quiet as it slowly turned its metal head slightly this way and that, as though it was seeing its surroundings for the first time in a very long time.

For heartbeats, this went on, before it gave out a bellowing horn-like cry. Harry dropped behind the car, looking at his cousin. Dudley's visage was pale and gaunt, fear easily seen on it. The metal titan started humming, the air vibrating almost as two tendril devices detached themselves from the inner workings of the head. The slightly curved metal aimed at the crowds, a dim blue glow emanating from them. Harry was about to run for Dudley to get him away before the devices fired, beams of energy surging forth. One of them struck the car then hit Dudley, as Harry watched in horror as his Cousin's last moments of complete agony on his face before he turned a pale white color before exploding into powder. His clothing flying into the air as the beams charged once again, Harry made up his mind and started to run as fast as his legs could carry him.

All around him, people were being turned into dust, clothing flying everywhere. Cars were blasted back from some force that the beams had, buildings exploded as the beam sliced through them with ease. Harry felt like he was being toyed with, every time he felt like he had escaped, this death would leap after him to strike him down. He jumped behind a building, panting as his heart raced violently in his chest before peeking around the edge. He saw the massive tripod walking down the street, as casually as a human would walk on a nice day. He panted, trying to get his heart to stop trying to make an escape from his body before stumbling towards Number Four. He arrived at the front door, barely grabbing the handle as he felt his body try to pass out from the sudden lack of adrenaline coursing through his body.

"Boy," He heard his Uncle, Vernon Dursely, bellowed out, "where have you been?!"

Harry couldn't answer, gasping and looking like he had seen death itself. Vernon took one look at him before pulling him inside, slamming the door behind himself. He was about to say something when the horn sounded once more, making Harry panic and try to get out of his Uncle's grip. Harry pulled, collapsing as the grip vanished before the house exploded around him. He only got a few seconds of momentary relief of being free before the second story of the house, attic and roof collapsed on top of him, darkness enveloping him.

By the time Harry woke up, he felt like someone had crushed him under a dragon. He groaned aloud before opening his eyes, everything was blurry before he found his glasses. Putting them on, he saw that he was surrounded by debris and other items that had once been in number four. He tried to get up but he couldn't move, looking around to find his legs trapped under several beams of wood. He tried to push them off but the awkwardness of the position wasn't helping so he tried to pull out his wand from his back pocket. What he pulled out stopped his heart, in his hand was the snapped remains of his wand.

He didn't know what to do but his shock turned to anger that ran through his body, before he voiced his anger in a cry of rage. Around him, the debris was shoved back by some invisible force that incidentally freed him from his trapped position. The light that had allowed him to see into his prison was even wider now, giving Harry more light to work with. He stood up slowly, reaching out to push away the debris. He kept pushing against his prison bars before they finally gave way, blinded by the light of the rising sun. Blinking, raising his hand to block out the sun as he tried to take in his surroundings.

All he saw was destruction, houses were either destroyed or only partly collapsed. Fires burned unabated, consuming the evidence that anyone had lived in those parts of Private Drive. He took it all in, shocked at what had happened around him in the time he had been out cold. He tried to understand what was going on but nothing came to him as his mind slowly made him focus on his own survival. He shakily climbs out of the remains of number four and looks around for anything he could use but couldn't find anything, so he turned towards the little town of Little Whinging to try to find anything to keep himself alive.