A/N: I know. Another story. But this one is mostly done synopsis wise, and I'm still working on my others. so you know. I'm trying to get the muse back and get back into the groove of writing. It truly was the best hobby I had for so long.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Prologue
How had he ended up in a heated battle within the Department of Mysteries once more? It had been several years since the last one, and a couple years since the battle of Hogwarts. Still the fighting persisted even with the death of the Dark Lord. And Harry was being run thin by it. He countered another curse, sending his own assortment of family magic towards Lestrange. The man growled as he dodged a noticeably Black curse, and sent a harsh bombarda his way. At the same time, another spell came from Harry's left, causing him to try and side step them both. Unfortunately he tripped, the adrenaline leaving his body, and he fell. He hissed as he both heard and felt glass breaking.
He didn't really realize what had happened to begin with until he saw the golden sand swirling around his body in an angry frenzy. His eyes widened in shock as he attempted to push away, not wanting to get caught in whatever the hell was about to happen. But the moment he moved, it seemed to set off the sand as if it had a mind of its own. It converged on his body and he screamed as he felt the burning that simultaneously ripped him apart.
The remaining death eaters watched in fascination and glee as the supposed savior of the wizarding world disappeared–along with all the time turners that had been fixed and placed on the shelves.
A/N: Short and sweet. Just setting up. Now instead of jumping into the plot next chapter, I plan to build up. Harry will need to work towards setting himself up in the world again. And deal with some issues that come from the time turners. Gotta give our hero a weakness! ;)