Author Notes: Note that this has no relation to the 7th book of HP. I do not own HP and I do not own what J.K Rowling does. This is all part of my imagination. The Prologue: HP 6.5 (One-Shot) Harry slowly walked into the abandoned room that had been the office of hundreds of Headmasters and Headmistresses of the school. All of the portraits were now empty, leaving behind a blank brown background where they had once been. Dumbledore’s telescope had also remained untouched; the golden tool now covered in dust and now even Fawkes’ post seemed to be abandoned and gloomy. The school itself seem to be less dazzling and merry than usual. The grounds themselves seemed to be withering away as if the very life force and energy of the castle was being sucked away. No longer were the ghosts of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and even Slytherin gliding through the countless rooms and hall, carefree without a worry in the world. No one felt innocent and safe in the school anymore after Dumbledore’s funeral. Students were withdrawn from the shelter of the castle to be with their familles yet a few remained who didn’t have a home or were loyal to the school. They had now transformed the Quidditch pitch into a graveyard, with numerous students, wizards, and witches being buried every single day. Sometimes it wasn’t even worth leaving the House Common Room, to bear the news of hearing another friend, another student or another member of the Order being slain in the midst of battle. Lupin had retaken his role as Defence against the Dark Arts Professor, which was now needed more than anything. Harry didn’t know if the family friend could take it much longer with each passing day, bags began to form under his eyes, his hair would seem to be more grey than usual and the countless number of scratches and scars on his face and hands. The Weasley family had suffered a loss that Harry wish he could have prevented. Mere days after the funeral of Dumbledore, the Burrow itself had been attacked. From what Ron had retold to him, it was a nightmare. They were all eating breakfast, until they heard the distress cries of the animals they kept. A second later, they found there home under continuous barrage of spells, jinxes and fire. However what had shocked the family to its very core was the betrayal of one of their own. Percy. Percy with numerous Death Eaters that included Draco, had lead the assault at his family home. When the battle was brought into the family home, chaos begun. Ron and Ginny were cornered in the Family Hallway, surrounded by three Death Eaters and Draco. The Twins and Mr Weasley were driving off at least several Death Eaters away from their front yard whilst Mrs Weasley was sending S.O.S messages away to the Order and the Ministry. Bill and Fleur had taken on Percy himself but the powers that Voldemort had given proved to be even greater than what they could accomplish. When the Order of the Phoenix had joined the battle, it began to go in their favour. Ron, backed up with Ginny and Hermione, managed to slay the three Death Eaters where as Draco had fled the minute Hermione joined the battle, Lupin, Tonks and Mad-eye Moody caught the several Death Eaters, which the Twins and Mr Weasley were driving off in a pincer that spelled out their doom in the end. However, when victory itself had drawn near, Percy did the unimaginable. Without remorse or guilt, he conjured Avada Kedavra on Bill who gave his brother this one chance to surrender and give up this useless struggle. Bill fell to the ground, the life in his eyes and the kind spirit had vanished the minute it struck him. In an act of rage, Mr Weasley lunged at Percy, yelling that he was no longer his son, before snapping his son’s neck. At last, the battle was over but at the cost of two family members and a broken hearted father and mother. There had been reports everywhere that were similar to what happened to the Weasleys. The Longbottoms, the Lovegoods, the Grangers and many more. It seemed that there was no end to this, the harsh reality of death and war, and the emptiness of seats. Taking one last look at the room, Harry slammed the door of the Headmaster room and made an oath to never enter it again.
