Voldemort was not exposed for several years, preferring to work behind the scenes.
Slowly, death by death, the magical community was cut in half.
Literally and figuratively.
Muggleborns were hunted, and if found, killed on sight.
The Order was an underground operation, if anyone loyal to the Light cause was found, they were tortured for information then killed.
The Dursley family was one of the first Muggle families to be wiped out. Mrs. Number Six never got her sugar back from Mrs. Dursley.
Hermione and Ron didn't kiss with their arms full of basilisk fangs. They kissed moments before Voldemort gave them "special treatment". They were his guests of honor at the last battle.
Dumbledore was killed and thrown from the Astronomy tower, Hagrid was killed while running to him.
Ginny Weasley ended it all.
The short girl with a large, fierce spirit, waved her wand and he was dead, nothing but a shell.
She had finally won against Tom Riddle. The possessed little girl gave her a thumbs up from the back of her mind.
They had new, different nightmares in the coming weeks. Though, they weren't really different. The same snake, different scenario.
All was not well, for Harry Potter's chosen family.
"What do you think would have gone differently, Gin?" Ron asked, in a rare showing of his emotions.
She turned to look at him, her eyes leaving the gravestone of Harry James Potter. "Elaborate?"
"If he had survived the tournament. I mean, what do you think would've happened?"
"We'll never know."
—-
Harry Potter was fourteen.
And Harry Potter was killed
In Godric's Hollow, there are now two gravestones, side by side.
One is slightly larger, housing two names.
James Potter Lily Potter
Born Born
27th March, 1960 30th January, 1960
Died Died
31st October, 1981 31st October, 1981
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
There was one half its size, and read:
Harry James Potter
Born
31st July, 1980
Died
24th June, 1995
Rather than an odd quote, Harry's had one word. Fight.
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Harry Potter is Fourteen
FanfictionHarry Potter knew how to fight. He had been fighting nearly his entire life. But Harry Potter was fourteen. In a fairytale world, he would defeat Voldemort, and come out with a few scratches. But this is the real world.
