Chapter One: The End
Harry's POV
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he looked over the scarred fields. It was strange, to think it only took a good five months for Magic to abandon the world. It was a slow change, certain magical places flickering into view, spells not casting even with the casters will forced into it. It was few at first as sometimes blamed on lack of power, or in the case of magically hidden area's runes failing from age. He had known better, On days he was completely refreshed some spells wouldnt work, and for no known reason.
He wasnt dumb, and he was certain his best option in the past was to hide his knowledge, it worked well in his favor if everyone underestimated him. He figured out guickly that magical was failing the world and once it came to a head, the entire world would find the hidden society, in full view and literally defenseless. Voldemort took the actions of magic failing as a bigger spearhead for his game as puppet master. Using the purebloods agenda and twisting what was going on to blame the muggles and muggleborns, he admited the man played a crafty game, and he figured voldemort knew what was going on but for some reason had some foolish idea on how to stop it.
He realised with his inability to totally trust magic he would need to learn other skills, and as it was many of those skills werent nonlethal. He slowly learned to fire guns, but time again proved he wouldnt always have the time to use one so he learned a few hand to hand skills. Magic still flew through the air in the massive battles and full on war that plauged the streets but he had stopped being a front liner so much as a scavenger after the fact. He would knew this is what allowed him to survive even at the beginning when he was nothing more than an inexperienced child.
His armory of weapons were extensive and he had grown used to keeping a large supply of ammo for them all. The few times he went across the borders, he needed the weapons, and since he did he found ways to trick customs. He shook himself from the small flashes of memory as he walked slowly over the ruined land. He glanced towards the fallen bodies, death eaters, hogwarts students, adults, no one was spared in this recent fight, it was the final push to end Voldemort since his back up plan for immortality was destroyed with the loss of magic.
He stopped as a soft cry was heard a few feet away. He picked up the pace and approached the body. He closed his eyes and looked away. A small child of ten was in the area and seemed to be slowly dying, the large gash in the small girls side, proved no matter what he did that he wouldnt be able to save her. He could feel the fatigue in his body, Voldemort laid dead meters away but he couldnt bring himself to care. He fell onto his ass next to the girl glancing into the sky. It was dark, and he was glad that clouds didnt block the sky.
"I'm sorry." He said glancing at the girl. "I wont be able to save you." He bit out hating the words as they escaped his lips. His eyes burned as he watched the small girls smile softly, sadness in her eyes but behind that relief that the one person to find her was honest. He saw her shift slightly and his in pain. He laid a hand softly on her shoulder. "Dont move, the pain will only get worse." He whispered getting a small sluggish nod. "Stay?" The girl asked gasping the word out.
He gritt his teeth and nodded slowly his throat to choaked up to say the words. He glanced to the sky seeing the stars shining bright for one of the first times he had ever seen. "A day like today doesnt deserve such a beautiful night." He mumbled sadly as the girl smiled glancing into the sky. He waited silently as the small gasps slowed and felt himself shake softly as it stopped. He stopped for a second as a small drop of water hit his hand and stared at it in surprise. he lifted his hands to his face feeling his cheeks, he felt surprised as tears flowed slowly down his face.
He glanced back towards the sky clouds rumbling as they quickly closed in. He stood quickly not wanting to stay for the incoming storm. He glanced back down at the girls form as felt his body sag, even as she died she had a small sad smile on her face. He leaned down quickly and shut the shining and dull brown eyes. He trudged slowly away approaching the dead body of Voldemort. He glanced down at the face of the disgusting creature, the look of shock etched into his face, the five bullets holes in the things torso being the only indicator as to why. He turned and leaft the thing walking towards the forest. What few people survived are probably heading back to the small camp. He stopped at the edge glancing over the ruined field feeling the rain start to fall, knowing that the rain would wash away the blood and most the evidence of the bloodiest night in the last etches of magical history.