It was 28 June, 1979. The sky was bleak, just like the mood of Wizarding Britain. People were dying every second, innocent children were being dragged from their homes solely for their heritage, and so much blood was spilt that there was more blood than water in the soil. An 18 year old boy stood at the entrance of a cave, his hair swept back and drenched by the gusts of rain and wind. He was shivering because of the cold as the torrents threatened to knock him over, yet his feet remained planted on the ground. He was determined. He could do it. If his single act of bravery could help defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, then he would die trying to do what was needed. STARTED: 13 March, 2022 FINISHED: - My work is under copyright. I don't own the Harry Potter Universe, only the plot and original characters for this story. Please do not plagiarize. - [Note - The beginning is not that great but it gets better from there, I swear.]
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