Prologue: Sors Salutis
Tired green eyes surveyed the pile of those who died in field around him; another casualties from Voldemort's recent attack. Ron and Hermione stared at him with blank glassy eyes. It was his fault that his friends died; they were protecting him when it should be the other way around. His tears flowed down his face like a torrent of water during a storm. There is nothing left to fight for especially when your entire family for whom you fight your battles for was gone and will only be a memory forever. He will end this war tonight; no, he won't go to the Dark Lord and challenged him in an epic battle to the death; he'll just let him have his way to the Wizarding World. He didn't care if the half-blooded bastard of a Dark Lord decided to eviscerate the world that only gave him sadness and pain his heart closed up with self-hatred and apathy vowing that he won't let some faceless stranger to die for him again and he won't allow to get attached to someone in order to avoid them being targeted by Voldemort's minion.
"Hedwig." He called out softly as he pulled the letter in his pocket. His owl settled on his shoulders and nipped his ear affectionately. "Take this letter to the Dark Lord.
Hedwig seems to sense that he's leaving their world forever; his owl slowly took the letter and gave him a wide eyed disbelieving look that told him that he was crazy for running away from his monsters. But what can he do anyway? He lost his will to fight and he only got his strength to stand up to Voldemort through his friends. He just stroked Hedwig's feather in a slow loving manner before she finally took off to deliver the letter to his lifelong nemesis.
When Hedwig was finally out of his sight; he turned away and vanished. Leaving all of his pain and sorrow behind to rise a new from the ashes of his past.
A/N: I'll try to update this story as soon as I can. I'm depress my cat went missing this morning and hasn't returned yet.