Disaster Of Worlds

The Night We Lost Everything

Hey guys!!!

Welcome to the very first chapter of "Disaster of Worlds" and to my very first Harry Potter story! I guess if you have read my previous stories, I'm a common, not so crazy fan of anime mainly Naruto. However what was not written in my profile is that I'm also a fan of the Harry Potter series from my childhood days, which isn't a surprise to most of you, I think.

I've always wanted to do a story based on Harry Potter but it never really got to me for a couple of years until I read a random book. Thanks to that book, I begun to write down my ideas of the story and here it is now!

Although the story was only made some time ago and it will definitely be a somewhat long story, I'm still glad that this story is the first chance of my attempt based on Harry Potter with of course, my own OC in there.

Anyway, let's ditch the long talk and on with the story!! Feel free to leave comments and advices! Enjoy!

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It's cold.

He didn't know why, but he strangely feels cold all of the sudden even though he's among warm bodies of the others. He didn't know why, but he could tell almost immediately that he isn't the only one feeling the strange chills. The crowd gradually grew silent, visible actions of hands rubbing together were clear to all eyes to the strange chills during the warm night.

"W-What's going on?...."

"S-So cold....."

"Professor, what is this feeling?"

"It's so cold..... It's scaring me...."

Confusion scatters among them, every soul failing to figure out the strange chills they all are having. Dread tore its way into the stomachs of the Professors, particularly in one Potions Master who has his wand out that had the Transfiguration teacher follow as well.

"Severus...." He could hear the said woman whisper to his Head of House, as he is very close withi hearing range "What is this feeling?"

"I don't know..... But it is nothing of the good...." The man in black replies with controlled expression "Where is the Headmaster, Minerva?"

"Where-" The Transfiguration professor sounded surprise and his pale blues indeed find the seat for the Headmaster empty of its owner "Where did he go!?"

"We'll leave about his.... Disappearance for later...." The lacking respect had his stomach turn with worry, staring at the Potions Master/ his godfather "Our main priority now for this dreading aura, is to start evacuating the students back to Hogwarts...."

"Yes, it seems so that you're right....." Minerva replies quietly before turning around to the other confused and frightened prefects nearby "Do what m-"

CRACK!!

Gasps and shouts of fear exploded in the stadium at the sudden loud crack, yet many soon realized that it was the familiar sound of Apparition. When eyes turn to the two long awaited figures in the middle of the floor, the stadium was then exploded with excitement and joy alongside the sounds of horns and whistles.

Until one champion by the name of Fleur Delacour gave out a shrill scream of horror then did everyone really looked at the two figures. Silence soon follow as not only the shock, but dreading horror fill every standing figure in the stadium.

With their eyes on the two, unmoving figures lying on the ground did then the same screams of horror replace the silence.

"OH MY GOD!!!"

"WHAT IN THE HELL IS HAPPENING!!!"

"NO!!"

"Harry!! Cedric!!"

Recovering quickly from shock, both Severus and Minerva rush to the unmoving students and each grab one of them. Severus with Cedric and Minerva with Harry. A loud curse left Severus' lips upon sight of growing blood staining Cedric's shirt and lips, earning more screams when eyes soon notice it.

"MY SON!!" Cedric's father, who stood at the front seats came running to the said bleeding teen, taking Cedric from Severus who remained shocked at the sight "Cedric!!"

"Minerva," Severus turned to his fellow colleague, his discovery at the tip of his tongue-

Until his eyes turned to the white ghost face of one Harry James Potter, meeting the empty and lifeless blazing bright green, eyes. Nothing could prepare him when he met eyes with the dead greens, not even the tear filled eyes of one hysterical Minerva who held the still body of the green eyes' owner.

"H-He....."

"Mi....Minerva-"

"HE'S DEAD!!! HARRY POTTER'S DEAD!!!"

And nothing could calm the dreaded night of its terrifying reality. Not the cries and screams at the words that announced the unwanting death. Not even the absence of one needed Headmaster that one Professor Sprout started looking for through her uncontrolled tears .Not even the other two of the Golden Trio who appeared at the dead teen's side or even one white blonde Slytherin who joined Hermione's side with tears of his own. Not even the strange pang of magic in the hearts of the few among them.

"Dumbledore... Killed him...."

But the last words of the dying Cedric Diggory changed everything that very night.