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Prologue: Disappearing Act
Missing person (s): A missing person is a person who has disappeared and whose status as alive or dead cannot be confirmed as their location and fate is not known. ...
May 2, 1998
Hogwarts, Scotland
The dust of destroyed stones clogged the air, air filled with the sounds of battle, ground strewn with its victims. The shouting was likely overwhelming to most, but Harry didn’t notice. No, the only thing that Harry could concentrate on was his own personal battle. A battle that would finally decide the end of a decade long war; a war for the Britain’s fate, a war for the wizarding world, but most importantly a war for his own survival. He and Voldmort circled each other calculatingly. Each looking for and trying to exhort each other’s weaknesses. Each silently daring the other to make the first move. Harry claimed this small victory as Voldmort’s impatient won out and he threw a violent hex tossed at Harry. One Harry responded to with a defensive shield. Curse after curse was exchanged, nothing less vicious then a severing hex from the former, nothing more violent than a Confundus by the second. Spell after spell, Harry leapt, dodged and dived, doing his best to avoid his likely death. The rest of the battles had ceased, the fighters turning their attentions toward the duo. Voldmort bolstered by their increased audience gave up the game, sending the infamous green Aveda Kedavra hurling towards Harry, only to collide with Harry’s own favored red Expelliarmus. What happened next no one could expect. A blinding light burst across the two figures, a violent scream tore from Voldmort’s lips, as his body began to disintegrate to ash. It was only when the last bit of ash fell to the ground that the onlookers looked to the conquer. Harry had done it, he had defeated one of the Darkest wizard‘s to ever exist. They had won! They looked. And then looked again. A few rubbed their eyes in confusion. A sound of disbelief rose from the light sided ranks. Their hero had vanished