When the trio had arrived at the entrance steps of Hogwarts they expected total chaos and the fight of their lives…. However, it wasn't a glorious heroic battle that was laid out before them but a massacre instead. Screams, shouts, and soul wrenching sobbing echoed from within the castle.

The doors of Hogwarts were ajar, what was left of a Death Eater lay between them keeping them open. A small stream of thick crimson trickled down the old school steps and pooled on the grass at the edge. The trio was collectively broken from their stunned silence by the sounds of gun shots.

The battle had already started and it seemed that even though they had just arrived, it had already ended. Together they pushed it open, what they saw was worse than any nightmare.

Blood.

It was everywhere, rivers and lakes of thick steaming crimson blood, Hogwarts had been painted red with it. It squelched beneath their feet as they made their way inside. Beyond the entrance hall lay dozens of bodies, some still bleeding.

Hermione rushed forwards into the Great Hall, and screamed. He'd piled the remains there, almost two foot high, the bodies twisted together and hung limply, oozing bodily fluids mixed with the deepening flood of life-blood.

It was beyond anything the three were ready for. Draco fell to his knees, gore splashed across his body… It was almost ankle deep now.

What had they created!

"Har-Harry… Did this?" Ron croaked and swallowed harshly.

"No…" Hermione sobbed, "Not like this…"

Draco let his head hang forward and he stared at his blood splattered hands, a chuck of flesh floated past his knees. The rhythmic clunk of footsteps cause the trio to glance up at the once grand twisting staircase; now unnaturally still.

"Welcome, friends!" Harry called from the top of the staircase; in each hand he held a severed head. He was covered in blood, his entire body tinted a deep red with the thickness of it all. Globs of flesh slopped off his robes and splattered to the floor below as he leaned over the railing. He looked down at the trio and licked his lips, revealing his white glistening teeth, slithers of skin and cartridge jammed between them.

Ron couldn't take it anymore and doubled over, heaving up what was left of his breakfast this morning.

Harry ignored him, "I'd like to introduce you to two old friends of mine," He held up the left head, holding it by the hair. It's eyes where wide, it's mouth hanging limply open tongue lolling to one side. The lose strips of flesh and muscle dangled and dripped below its chin. "Macnair, and…" Harry revealed the other head; "Lucius!"

He grinned, and truly, there was nothing of the old Harry Potter left. This new being might share his face, his scar, but within was only darkness, and an insatiable hunger.

"The death of the party is upstairs with a hole in his head." His eyes sparkled, but it was not caused by happiness or insanity; no it's was worse than that. It was blood-lust.

"Then… It's over?" Ron blurted out looking up from his sick.

"Over? My dear friend… It's just begun." Harry laughed, and released the two heads. Hermione, Ron and Draco watched as the heads fell in a sick kind of slow motion, Lucius' once pristine hair now mattered and knotted with blood and gore. Macnair's vacant eyes seemed to roll back into his head as it impacted with the floor.

The trio frantically looked back up, but Harry had already disappeared.

"Then Harry, the bravest prince that ever lived, made sure all the bad people would never hurt anyone, ever, again. He saved the world, just like the prophecy said he would." She smiled at her daughter, leaned over and kissed her daughters head, then stood and walked to the door. "Good night, darling."

"Mummy?" She sat up looking at her mother.

"Yes dear?" Hermione paused in the doorway, her hand resting on the doorknob.

"What happened to Prince Harry? Did he ever find his Princess?" Her eyes shone with wonder.

Such an innocent question Hermione thought. "Nobody knows, that's the mystery. He may well be out there, somewhere… Waiting for his princess to find him so they can live happily ever after…"

Her daughter smiled then lay down and closed her eyes. "'Good night Mummy."

"'Night sweetheart." With a soft click the door closed behind her.

"Did she make you tell her the story again?" Draco asked his wife as she entered their bedroom and sat on the bed.

"You know she did." She said as she pulled back the duvet.

"That story will give her nightmares." Draco said, shaking his head.

"No it won't. I've dimmed it down, it's alright pet." Hermione crawled on top of her husband and straddled him. "Nothing to worry about."

Draco groaned and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her down so that her breasts pressed against him. "Only in your mind. What happens if…"

"Draco! We've been over this too many times to count." She snapped and sat up, glaring down at him.

"I know, I know; but still." He insisted, and glanced away from his beautiful wife, "He's alive, he's still out there… I know it."

She sighed and leaned back down pressing her lips against his, "Dwelling does us no good."

…tbc