A/N- Thanks everyone for the overwhelming support you have shown towards me and it is your kindness which motivated me to write. This chapter came a bit early but please don't expect each chapter to be so. Real life can cause a headache anytime. But till then, I woukd try to do my best to update as much as possible. Read the first chapter of of the fic and do not hesitate to point out any mistakes in the comments or PM me with them.

"Ginny! Gin! Lils! Lily! Ginny! Ron! 'mione! Where are you all? Don't play with me! This is not funny!" Indeed, it was not funny at all. Harry continued to shout at the top of his lungs for a long time, but to no avail. No one answered him. Just plain emptiness. Pin drop silence. Compared to the racket that was happening a few minutes ago, everything was so quiet. Only his shouts and the rustling of trees, as strong winds blowed. It seemed as if the winds were trying to convey a message, which they wanted everyone to hear. A warning of doom.

He couldn't understand what had happened, one moment everyone was cheering and shouting, there was merriness all around, and the next, they had disappeared in a swirl of dust. In their places, nothing was left except ashes. He had investigated a lot of quirky situations throughout his illustrous career as an auror. Nearly all the hardest of cases were given to him, he was the boy-who-lived after all. But he had never encountered anything like this. Something so unexplained, so mysterious. What could be so powerful so as to end the existence of a large number of powerful wizards and witches, without a single person sensing anything.

But these were not the thoughts which were going through his mind. It was his family. Ginny, Lily, Ron, Hermione, Hugo, all were gone. In front of his eyes. And he couldn't do anything but helplessly witness everything. It was department of mysteries all over again, when he could not save Sirius. He felt like a failure. The unending hatred, which he had failed to feel for Bellatrix at the time, which caused his Crucio to fail, was gripping at his heart and mind. He would not rest until he had avenged each and every life lost today.

But he was the only person left. Why him? Why not someone else? Why not someone more capable? How would he find out what happened to everyone? Where were everyone else? What exactly happened to them? All these questions were eating away at his mind. If Hermione was here, and he started crying. It appeared so immature for a middle aged man, father of three children, to cry but he had lost so many people in an instant that he could not control himself. Combined with his previous losses and this, he couldn't muster the courage to live but he had to. For Albus and James. For Revenge. Whoever did it would pay with nothing less than his life.

Determined to know to what exactly happened, Harry apparated to Hogwarts gates. He needed to know that his other children were fine at school. That nothing had happened to them. That no harm had come to them. McGonagall would most probaby know what happened. The gates opened themselves, sensing his presence and adhering to his demand to allow him to enter the school. He still felt the childish fascination that he felt the first time when he saw Diagon Alley, when he saw things like this.

When he entered through the gates of the great hall, there was no one inside. And it was lunch time. He ran to the Gryffindor tower, breaking down the portrait entrance, he entered the boys dormitory and found it empty.

He panicked. Running to the Headmaster's office, he blasted away the gryffin guard when it wouldn't allow him to enter without the password. He honestly felt bad for vandalising such an old and important artifact but in his panic stricken state, he simply did not care for anything other than his children. The office was empty, adorned with the portraits of the ever snoozing headmasters and headmistresses.

The implication of it all hit him like a ton of bricks. They were gone. All of them. He had lost everyone in a matter of seconds.

They were gone. All of them. She had lost everyone in a matter of seconds. Nick, Stephan, Peter, everyone who helped them. She had finally got a chance to have a family and it had been cruelly snatched away from her hands. Those who had given her a whole new life were gone.

Thanos would pay. He would pay dearly and she would make sure of it. But she needed to bring them back. She needed them back to survive. She was in the practice room in the Avengers headquarters, shooting at the smallest targets. She knew that she was 0hysically incapable of defeating Thanos, whether she had a gun, a hammer, or a large cruise missile, nothing she could do would matter. But she was not a master spy for nothing. The very least she could do was create the circumstanes which can lead to Thanos' defeat.

She felt Steve enter. His soft footsteps were quite disinctive and she got used to them when on run with him.

"Nat."

She did not answer. She knew what he was going to say. It was not at all useful to them. Her holing herself up in a room. But she could not help it. With everyone gone and Clint retired, she felt she had absolutely no one she was comfortable with, except, maybe Steve himself.

"It is not doing us any good Natasha. Nor you. Please come ou-"

He was interrupted all of a sudden as the loud noise of a space jet filled the enviornment and she ran outside, Steve in tow. A young girl, well, not so young, maybe her own age, was landing with a jet held in her hands. She opened her mouth to speak something, but it hung open when a very weak Tony Stark and a distressed Nebula stepped out of the jet.

Tears of joy filled her eyes. Two people more. She had a chance at building her family once again. Tony, supported by Nebula reached where Steve was standing and hugged him. Pepoer came out of the buliding, as she heard rukus. When she saw Tony, she ran, and hugged him so tightly that it looked like she would never let him go. Tony began crying, quite uncharacteristic of him but it must have been rather distressing to be left dying in the space after being beat up by a mad titan. As soon as Tony, tried to move away from her, without any support, he fell down and fainted.

Rushed to the Avengers Compound, he was treated by Bruce for an hour but she was relieved when he disclosed that it was nothing but lack of oxygen and dehydration, which had caused weakness and caused him to faint. She was not going to lose her family again.

Two Days. Just two days and a variety of beasts from the forbidden forest had come out and into the open on the Hogwarts grounds. Centaurs, Acromantulas, Nundus, Sphinxes and a lot of other beasts wree roaming freely. Completely unafraid of the lone wizard which had been living in the castle for a couple of days. Without an army, the man would not dare confront them. And no other human was left in the castle. They somehow knew that.

Harry had been delving into the ancient tomes of the Hogwarts library to find something that would explain what had happened. Something that would explain the disappearence of the whole wizarding community. He had tried to contact foreign wizards, as he already knew no witch or wizard was left on the British isles, but he had recieved no reply. A tell-tale sign that something had happened to them as well.

The Hogwarts library was huge, and he was just one person. It was neaarly impossible to even skim through all the books in a short time, even if he did not read a single page completely. In his school days, he had never had time to admire the knowledge which the ancient library contained, as he was always off on some sort of adventure. But now that he had all the time in the world, since there was no other wizard to create any adventures, he was not interested.

But something more distressing happened before he could find anything. A large group of acromantulas had managed to climb up the castle walls and were trying to enter the library through the large window. A second later, the glasses on the windows were broken and the mindless spiders were descending upon Harry. He almost wanted to give up. He had nothing to live for. What good would it do to stay alive? Death was welcome at this point.

Death!

Death!

Deathly Hallows!

What the f*ck? All ideas came when his life was in jeopardy. He whipped his wand and fired an incedio on the spider nearest to him and it burned to ash. But it was not possible to fire spells at such a fast rate. The spuders were quick and agile and many of them ducked when confronted with fire. But at the en, he managed to round up all of them and get the hell out of the library to get the hallows. But before, he took the imergency cupboard and filled it with all the books in the library, as the cupboard was larger on inside than outside, and shrunk down the wooden almirah to keep it in his robe pocket.

He had just stepped out of the library, when something latched on to his shirt from the back. Harry cursed. How could he fail to notice that one of those beasts were alive. His reaction wasn't quick enough and the giant spider had given him a huge gash on his back. But the animal was controlled fairly quickly as it was a small one and was set on fire, like its other kin.

He would also have to protect the castle. Harry was not an expert ward maker but aurors were trained to make decent wards. No one will enter the castle without his permission from now. But why didn't the ancient wards of the castle work? He went to the top of the Headmaster's tower, where the wardstones were fixed and found one of them lying on the floor instead of their designated spot. A book from a shelf had fallen on the stone. He gently lifted the gem in his hands and put it back on its designated corner. The wards were back.

Tony was fine. But the team was not. Steve and Tony were back to square one. All the unspoken understanding that they had reached a month ago was gone and they were again squabbling like eight year olds.

"I told you that we should make a shield around the planet, but no, Captain America cannot leave aside his ideal for a while, even if it is to save the world. Keep it up, Steve, keep helping in destruction of the world. You will be quite successful in the field."

"I accept Tony, I accept that I had a lapse of judgement but this is not the time for fighting among ourselves."

"Keep your wise talk to yourself cap. We don't need old men wanting to be superheros in out team. We need young people like-", pointing to Danvers, who was standing a few feet away, "her."

"Take this. I don't need it. Take this." And he ripped out the arc reactor out of his chest. Tony fell on the ground and everyone rushed to help him. "I am fine. I am f-fine, I-I d-don't need you all." It was the second time in the day that Natasha was worried about losing him, and Bruce had to check him again. This time, the injuries were serious and the arc reactor had to be fitted again. He was bed ridden for atleast a full day.

Another challenge popped up in front of Harry in search of deathly hallows. Well, the challenge was the same as in the library. Creatures. The wand was in Dumbledore's grave, on the grounds. The stone was in the forest, and tge cloak was in his home, where he could not apparate while on hogwarts grounds.

While he was safe in the castle, due to the strong wards, the same could not be said about the grounds. Ferocious beasts were prowling the grounds and they would not hesitate to make a snack out of him. There had to be a way to evade them. Acromantulas and other smaller beasts he could handle but Nundus, a hundred powerful wizards were needed to take on a Nundu. There was no safeguard to prevent the animals from coming on the grounds, only tge presence of humans stopped them till now.

The prospect of a large forest on the school premises was so cool when he was a student, but now, it seemed nothing but idiotic.

Gathering his Gryffindor courage, he stepped out of the great hall and onto the grounds. Walking slowly, careful not to make a noise, he stalked as fast as his feet would carry him, to the lakeshore, where Dumbledore's grave was situated. He felt bad doing it, but it was important, so he cast a powerful reducto and broke the perfect smooth marble into tiny splinters.

There it was, the elder wand. Harry hesitated for just a moment. He had given up the wand, it felt wrong to take it again. But no suck feeling was left when he finally, touched the death stick. A feeling of great power rushed through his veins. It felt like he was meant to use the wand. He firmly took hold if the intricate handle of the stick and put his original wand in his ankle wand hostler, safely as a backup.

It was the stone next. But it was going to be trickiest to get it. Mainly for two reasons, it was most probably at the edge of the forest, where he would most certainly encounter a creature and second, he did not know exactly where the stone was. He had just dropped it at the edge of the firbidden forest and then forgot about it.

Moving slowly, he kept encountering small harmless animals, but he had so far not encountered anything harmful. He used the elder wand after a long time-"Point me- Resurrection Stone" and the wand's tip moved towards far east, in the direction of the same field in which he had died. Before he could reach the field, as he had predicted, he was confronted with a creature, he was not sure what it was. It looked remarkably like a little dragon, just over a dozen feet tall and about six feet wide. Its body was covered in blsck scales, spotted with red dots and its eyes were also a red colour. Is every red-eyed creature in the world out to kill me? The creature's teeth looked sharp and wicked and its tongue was hanging out of its mouth. It was sleeping peacefully over the ring, which was gleaming in sunlight, and he was not sure how he could get the ring.

Well, a single accio should do. And he did just that. "Accio Ressurection Stone." The ring flew to his hands and took a relieved breath. His relief was short lived. The beast had awoken, and, it was spewing ice-cold water, out of uts almost laughed at the irony. A creature, looking like a dragon, spews water. But wait, the water froze whatever it touched and Harry accidently stepped on one such log of wood. It shattered into a million fine pieces of ice.