Foolish Love

After the great Wizarding War, the Wards broke down one after one, and Muggles began to see the Creatures and their World and acted out in Panic.
There was no chance to show that the wizarding world meant no harm, there was no chance of peace.
And a new Witch Hunt began to run over the lands.
Showed a kid any type of magic, no matter if muggle-born, half-blood or pureblood, the muggles acted out, began experiments, or simply killed them in gruel sadistic ways.
No matter where Harry hid with his Lover and the Lovers Family, the Muggles found them. Over and over again.
Then the day came, his lover gave birth to two wonderful Baby boys, Scorpius and Albus Severus.
And the Mortals found them again.
Despite him being the Master of death, he was not able to save all five of his most beloved family. Only his Lover and children made it.
Ten years later, as the twins showed at the world's worst moments their Magic tricks to their Parents, Fate played foul on Harry and took them away from him as well.
Draco, his Lover, followed his Babies in sorrow into Death. Suicide.
And Harry, as good as he had once been, snapped.
He snapped, and, oh dear Lord, he ripped the world apart.
Until No Muggle, no Creature, no Animal and No Magic-blooded were too be found.

And now? Now he was what he had hated and fought in his teenage years.
A dark Lord, Immortal and seemingly Invincible, as Voldemort had always wished to be.
Maybe he was more like his late nemesis than it was good for him.

And since he could not die either, he went to go into a cave, conjured a dark throne made of stone and skulls with diamond eyes, and took seat.
As his eyes closed and his mind began to drift away into slumber, the Magic awoke from new and took it in its hands to form life from new: Beginning with Ilúvatar, with whom she created fourteen more...