Harriet 'Raven' Potter

Journal.

'If you're reading this, then it means I'm dead. Heh, not really sure what you expect to get reading this… I never was one to write these things down, never saw the point in it. However… This last week has been a harrowing reminder that I might not get to say goodbye and so I leave this in hopes that should the bastards finally take me down, someone might know my story.' 'Rest of the page appears to be badly worn, only a worn symbol of a Raven with outstretched wings can be made out'.

And Fleur if you're reading this… I'm sorry, I never meant to leave you alone. I love you, forever my flower.

-Central London- Ground Zero - 15/04/2011.

'Judgement day', 'Doomsday', the 'apocalypse'...

I don't think anyone realised the true scale of what had happened, the first few days after was a mess of everyone trying to pick up the pieces and figure out what had happened. I have seen more people die these last few days then the past 30 years of my life.

No... all anyone could do was run, I was lucky, that's the only reason I'm even writing this. There was no heroics , no victory. I tried to… God knows I tried…

15 minutes since first contact. - 'Raven'.

Pain, that was all Raven could comprehend, hunched over on the ground. Blood dripping out of her mouth, blistering headache and a ringing in her ears that just wouldn't go away. Emerald eyes open up revealing she's in the middle of what was the street, ash stinging her eyes. Forcing herself around staring up into the sky, what should've been blue skies was now blocked out in a mass of grey.

"Hel-" "MOMMA" "I don't want to die!" A cacophony of streaming's and wails cut through the haze and instincts kick in.

Forcing herself up, ignoring her aching body and the pain in her chest. Willing herself forward she stumbles towards the screams, through the fog, through the pain, through the haze.

So many bodies, the street was littered with them. The explosion that had originally knocked her out was evidently much more powerful than she had thought.

Fires tinting the fog with its glow, Raven glares down at her wand, unsure of how to proceed. She had tried to banish the fog or at the very least conjure some water yet something was stopping her. A wave of pain erupted from her hand each time she tried to illuminate her surroundings in vain, only producing a flicker of light. With a frustrated growl, she pocketed her wand. 'If only Fleur was here, she'd know what to do.' Raven thought as she continued her march through the smoke and flame. Thoughts lingering on her love hoping she's alive, that they'd meet again.

3 Hours since first contact. - Underground.

Stowing her wand into its holster, her legs were finally able to get some rest. The cold concrete gave her little reprieve. A small sigh of relief escapes her lip,as her body unwinds going limp against the wall. Her head still thrummed with pain, chest still stung and the less she thinks about her legs the better. Lifting her hands up trying in vain to get rid of the grit and grime that covered her face, to no avail. A small growl escaping in frustration. At least she had been able to finally use her magic when she had gotten out of the damned fog, whatever it was it was unlike anything she had seen or heard of.

-By the time she had finally come across a group of people, her legs felt like they were on fire. Her lungs burned from the smoke, and her eyes watered. Yet she felt overjoyed that someone else had made it through whatever this was… now all they needed to do was get out of the street and out of this forsaken fog.-

By the time they arrived at the underground it was like a war zone, rows of people lined up. Several on-duty police officers attempting to control the ever growing wave of survivors, the smell of blood and burnt flesh filled the air. With a grim determination Raven set out to do whatever she could, the statue of secrecy be damned.

32 people were unlikely to survive if they didn't get immediate medical attention, 57 people probably required surgery and almost everyone had cuts, bruises and broken bones. Tensions ran high, people wanted answers and no one had any. So they did what they could, attempted to save who they could, get them some shelter and whatever water and food they could come across… Limited though it may be. So here Harriet Potter sat… on the floor of a secluded, dirty run down underground station, finally able to get some privacy and a modicum of peace and quiet. With a weary sigh, taking a big breath focusing her thoughts "Expecto Patronum" Harriet whispered, a large silver raven flew out of her wand into the dark corridor, a feeling of warmth and love gave her a slight pause, the feelings washing over her. "Fleur… I don't know if you will get this, I hope…" shaking her head trying to clear the cobwebs in her mind she steadies herself before continuing. " Fleur, there's been a disaster… I don't know what or how but I need to know you're okay, need to make you know I'm still alive. I've tried to apparate out of here but something is blocking it, like the air itself is poisoned… I love you…I need to hear your voice." The raven circles around her before spreading its wings disappearing into the wall.

It was only with the returning chill that Harriet realised she had been crying, chuckling to herself she ran her hands over her eyes clearing them up.

"Ok… ok, time to get back to it… more lives to be saved."

'The first several hours were a nightmare, no one knew what happened. I tried to save as many people as I could but it was in vain. I just made their job easier, doing exactly what they hoped… Bringing as many people as I could into one location. How was I supposed to know that they could feel my magic, that they would hone in on it. We were cattle corralled with no hope of escaping, we just didn't know it.

-A rough sketch appeared underneath but you can't discern what it's a sketch of, the image long since worn out-

When they came, we tried to put up a fight but it was useless. The sound, the cries… It still gives me nightmares. I just hope she made it out of wherever she is.