The centaurs of the Forbidden Forest looked into the stars,
Garrick Ollivander the Twenty-Third, wandmaster of Britain, was calmly carving a new wand, a strange one, built of strange materials, supposedly contrasting in magical properties, but still living together, stitching magical chords through the two woods, when he noticed something.
His clock. It wasn't spinning correctly. Well… It wasnt that it wasn't spinning. It was simply that it was spinning backwards.
"Oh… Hmm..."
The old wizard simply sat back,placing the wand apon his desk, the dark wood runeless, but very much perfect, and summoned a cup of his favorite tea. Just as the teacup touched his lips, the world... vanished.
Albus Percivil Wulfric Brian Dumbledoor, First of his name, Hogwarts Alumni, Leader of the Light, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Supreme Mugwump of the ICW, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, was answering mail, the requests for support for or against a bill, the bills he must handle for his school, the letters of approval for budgeting and the rest of the administrative tedium, when he felt his magic seem to… hold its breath.
The considerable act, and the sudden slowing of the beat of the magic of his beloved castle shocked the mage, and he stood up to his full height, turning to his silvery instruments along his walls, when the world simply… vanished.
Six hours earlier
Harry James Marianda Potter, Gryffindor, Head of the DA, Hitwizard of the DMLE, Boy-Who-Lived and Man-Who-Conquered, Slayer of the Dark Lord and Lord of Houses Potter and Black, was running.
Breathing through broken bones, split lip, and what was looking to be a bad cut on his chest, he kept running, faster, further, and farther, as spellfire fell the trees around him, detonating into knives, piercing tree and human alike.
"I have to survive."
"I need to survive."
"Fucking hell, why did I accept the easy mission, bastards the lot of them."