Past times

Prologue: the war demands victims

A man, no more than 25 years old, looked into the distance. He looked down from a tower at the terrible storm that bent trees and devastated the landscape. If you looked up into the sky you saw dark clouds which repeatedly gave off lightning and set trees on fire. The fire spread very quickly as a result of the storm. Several animals and magical beings were seen fleeing from the forest near the castle on whose tower the man was standing. The man, however, only watched him apathetically, he had seen too much suffering for this image to arouse emotions in him.

He looked further down at the field on which several dead corpses lay. This picture hurt him very much, all these people had been known to him. After the war against Voldemort had been won, the minister began to take action against all black magicians. Each one of them became either killed or shipped to Azkaban. But even among the people who were on the side of Hogwarts in the war against Voldemort there were black magicians. Although there were few, the people close to the black magicians mostly defended them. Proponents of black magic, as the Ministry called these defenders, were treated in the same way as black magicians. Magicians whose family tree was a black magician were not allowed to marry or have children in order to let the black magical race become extinct. Magical beings were also considered black magics, which is why they were also hunted The man on the tower was one of the last black magicians, he could only hide this by his status in the wizarding world and his previous deeds, because he was Harry Potter.

Harry was tapped by a brown-haired man. He, too, had changed through the war, even though he wasn't a black mage. "Hey, Harry, do you really want to do that? I've prepared everything in case your decision still stands," he said sadly, sluggish voice. "Yes, my decision is made, it hurts me to leave you here alone, Neville," came the cold, momotone voice of the Potter forced happy. "and still it will break my heart, you are my best friend since ..." he thought painfully of his best friends who had died three years ago.

Neville's eyes also clouded slightly; he had lost his boyfriend Luna in this war. "I'm trying to save her" Harry didn't mind promises. His best friends had promised to survive the war and died only months after the promise. "Thank you Harry, even if you will see Dumbledore again, don't trust him! Too many secrets and mistakes drag him along, his goal may be right, but his action isn't" "I know, Neville, maybe I'll find something good with Voldy and in real life he's a harmless flower picker, "he said, almost slipping on his sarcasm. Neville laughed for the first time in a long time. That was what it took Harry to hear his best friend's laughter for the last time around this world with a reasonably clear conscience to leave.

"I'll see you," Harry said as he stepped away from the parapet and into the middle of the tower. There the Deathly Hallows were drawn with animal blood, probably a deer. Harry stood in the center of the sign and quietly spoke the Latin formula."Auferam sanguinem meorum accipere sanguinem meum susceptor sumens da mihi animam meam vitae spem extenderunt recta et prava in recta sunt tendam"Slowly Harry began to glow, until only his outline, but it didn't take long for the rest of his body to light up delicately as well. The light grew stronger and stronger until Harry just saw his shape but nothing else. Suddenly the light gold turned pitch black and the shape that was supposed to represent Harry's body crumbled into dust and drifted away. Neville smiled happily, knowing that his future, no his past, was safe.

Neville went down the tower and after a while saw the ruined Great Hall. It had only recently been destroyed when some black magicians hid in the decaying Hogwarts. Since the fall of Voldemort, Hogwarts has not been used as a school and without the magicians and especially without the magic of the wizards, the beautiful castle collapsed Especially for refugees, of course, fantastic. About a month ago this attack by the Ministry on Hogwarts was and since then there were about 20 bodies in front of the entrance. Neville was walking through the hall when he saw a photo on the former teacher's desk. Slowly approached Neville looked at the picture and checked it for traps. After checking that he unfolded the photo and suddenly stopped breathing.The picture showed Harry with his class, they all laughed happily. In the background you could see McGonegall desperately trying to get a letter from a black owl. Draco Malfoy stood next to Harry and they both touched their arms almost imperceptibly. They looked happy. And then Neville knew. Harry missed not only the one defending the black mages and died in the process. He also missed several black magicians. When Neville thought back, Harry had spent a lot with the Slytherins shortly before the black mage hunt and there had been hardly any provocations from the former enemies. Harry had also been present at Draco's conviction and had tried everything to save the Slytherin, futile. More and more Neville wondered what was really going on back then. Shortly afterwards he heard a creak of the door and a loud voice. "Who's there? Hands up and turn around! " Neville knew then. Harry had sacrificed himself for them, for all of them, all his life. And now they absolutely had to get this gift!