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AN: well hey there. =] Anyway I just really wanted to do one of these and I got the idea for it last night, so yeah. Also I'm not ditching take two, but I'll probably alternate between updating them. Peace.

This story takes place after the Final Battle in the Deathly Hallows and before the Epilogue

Great Hall, Hogwarts- 1998

"Avada Kedavra!"


The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort's green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take possession of it at last. And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backwards.

Harry watched Voldemort's body get consumed by a black light that seemed to be coming out of him. And suddenly Harry fell to the ground clutching his forehead in pain. Nobody noticed as they yelled in victory, giddy with the defeat of the dark lord, finally once and for all.

Ginny however looked back and screamed in terror at what she saw gathering everybody around her attention. Harry seemed to be getting consumed by a golden light. It was as if it were breaking him, the image reminding Ginny too much of Riddle when Harry had stabbed the diary.

Harry couldn't focus. The pain, worse then the Cruciatus Curse, like a thousand white-hot knives stabbing at his skin, again and again, never ending, He couldn't help it, he screamed in pain. He bloody yelled. The pain was excruciating.

Everyone was starting to look at their Savior in horror. They had never seen him in so much pain. The golden light was becoming even brighter, to the point where it became blinding to look at. It was surrounding Harry in a circle, blocking him from view. Shouts calling Harry's name could be heard throughout the room, with Harry never responding.

Harry, if he could bring himself to focus through the pain, could find that images of the deaths he'd seen and the events he knew about flashing in order from the most recent to oldest. He was starting to float above the ground. Him entirely surrounded by the golden light in a circle, Voldemort's body was doing the same thing, except his was surrounded by a black light.

Everyone in the room was crying. Harry was still screaming in pain and there wasn't anything they could do about it because they had no idea what was going on. Both the black circle and golden circle were floating up to a black void that had formed directly above them until they were completely gone. Harry's screaming gone with them.

The room which had been celebratory at the defeat of the dark lord was completely silent now, at the loss of a hero.

Great Hall, Hogwarts- 1978

All the teachers were now seated at the head table. The sorting was over, and the students were happily enjoying the start of term feast. Nothing in the atmosphere gave away the gravity of the war continuing on outside of Hogwarts although some students showed signs of being affected by it. Members of their family were dying everyday in the fight against Voldemort and his followers.

A specific group of students however seemed determined not to let the war get the best of them. The students, are a group of four boys who call themselves the Marauders. They live to prank and to just enjoy life in general while they can.

Sirius Black, a handsome young man who was nothing like the rest of his prejudiced family, was talking excitedly about a flying motorbike he hoped to get soon with the small fortune his uncle had left him. His best mate James Potter, who was equally as handsome, was pretending to pay attention as he slyly stared at the love of his life, Lily Evans, who was laughing among her friends. Peter Pettigrew, also part of the close knit group, wasn't paying attention to his surroundings as he happily munched on the food in front of him. Remus Lupin, a werewolf, and also as handsome if not a bit worn down as the other boys, were staring at his friends in amusement. His friends, who had all become illegal animagi just so they could accompany him every month during the full moon. He knew he would never trade them for anything.

Everyone was therefore shocked when the ceiling in the Great Hall was suddenly full of thunder and lightening and a boy, probably not older then the seventh years, fell from the ceiling unconscious , with his robes torn and bloody. What was most curious about this boy was the fact that he looked almost exactly like James Potter, the only notable difference being a lightning bolt shaped scar, just barely visible underneath the boy's messy hair.

Albus Dumbledore, current headmaster of Hogwarts immediately took control of the situation at hand.

"I wish for everyone to return to their common rooms immediately. Food will be provided in the rooms. And can the head of houses and Madam Pomfrey please accompany me to the hospital wing." He said it as an order even though it sounded like a request, which everyone knew so they began following Dumbledore's orders.

Dumbledore put binding ropes on the intruder and levitated him to the Hospital wing. Even though the intruder just looked like a young boy, Albus could not jeopardize the safety of his students. With that in mind, Madam Pomfrey started working on healing the boy's injuries to some extent but not fully, so that he's not in a critical state, but in no position to fight.

AN: Well how was it? Read and review please. =] Laterss.