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Harry Potter and the Council of Ellijendria
Prologue: The Aftermath
Veniris the snake watched as the bodies were piled together and humans gathered at the scene. "Master would not like this," the snake hissed gliding off towards the castle. He approached his master with care curling on his stomach and looking up into his motionless eyes. "Master must wake up." The little snake hissed. "Master, Master..." The snake brought his tongue to the man's cheek licking it quickly. About to give up, the snake watched fascinated as his master twitched. The snake licked the man's cheek again, and again until the man opened his eyes.
"Whaa..." he hissed out. "Veni? What is it?"
"Master must stop them."
"Stop who? What should I stop?"
"They want to burn those that fell against us."
The man shot upright in the bed, causing the snake to hiss. He placed his hand on his forehead and groaned, "To fast," he muttered. "Tell me everything."
"After the Dark one fell, they moved you here. Then they started to bring the injured somewhere. Finally they took away the dead. Those of the Dark one are being piled together. They shall burn them soon."
The man's eyes flashed before he stood up shakily. "Thank you Veniris," he hissed, "I will put a stop to it."
Finding his wand on the table next to him, he picked it up and flicked it twice, changing from the hospital dressing gown into long emerald robes. Without a glance back he swept from the room, heading toward the grounds.
He arrived at the doors and stood there for a moment taking in the burnt grass and blood covered field that was the grounds. His eyes landed on a large pile, even though it was dusk, the pile was still noticeable, as were the people standing around it with torches in their hands. Fighting down the anger, the man glided towards the group. He arrived at the scene just as the final figure was placed on the top of the pile. Anger coursed through his veins as he stated loudly, "And what the bloody hell do you think you are doing?" People turned surprised by his voice.
"Harry!" Several people chorused. A few attempted to rush and hug him, but one look in his eyes told them to back off.
"I am sorry we did not wait for you, Mr. Potter," a familiar voice rang. "But we were unaware of how long it would take for you to wake up. Would you like to do the honors?"
"Would I like to do the honors," Harry repeated his voice thick with venom. "HAVE YOU ALL GONE MAD!" he exploded causing several people to take a few steps back. His voice dropped lower, but in the deathly silence that overcame the clearing everyone could hear him, "Are you all such monsters that you will not allow these men and women a decent burial."
"Harry," Ron Weasley stated, "These are Death Eaters."
"Are they not human?" Harry growled, "Do they not have families? Families that may or may not agree with their actions? Families that cannot have closure with their loved ones because you took it upon yourselves to burn their loved ones bodies. They have already lost the war; will you make the families suffer as well? Are you so heartless as to believe that every single one of them was absolutely evil?"
"What are you suggesting, Harry?" Hermione Granger asked.
"Give them back to their families," Harry replied, "Allow them to be buried next to their ancestors as many of their families have been for centuries."
