I don't own anything you can recognize. The first chapter will seem spotty but its supposed to. It will hopefully make more sense later

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The future. What would become of the future. He had glimpses. he was cursed after all. He had never wanted to see this. Never wanted this to happen. The memories of what had yet to be, burning into his mind. The horrors he was forced to witness, too young to understand the ways of war. Too young to see the death that laid in his future. It wasn't fair. He couldn't escape it. What was he to do when his entire life, he was forced to bare witness to the depravity of human beings. Unimaginable loss.

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He was anti Slytherin and that went both ways. They hated him just as much. He was his father's son. Fights in the halls, innocent little tussles turned to blood shed and death. How a house line could tare apart the lives of children. How could he not have noticed until it was too late. Uniforms of all four colors were blood stained, on the corpses of children. Green. Blue. Yellow. Red. In the end…all of them were dead.

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A boy shouted angrily at a teenage Harry, "What do you expect. You and your precious light side made us like this. We have no escape. We are Slytherins. No one would help us. Your Naive Potter."

"You are just a Filthy Slytherin Lestrange and it's all you will ever be" a redheaded boy stated.

Harry faltered, "there's other choices then attacking people, using the word mudblood. There is always a choice."

"Not for us," another boy stated. "Come on Lestrange, they aren't worth the time."

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The same boy in the other, Lestrange though he was older. there were bodies cast about, A group of children were in the center trembling, bleeding. He took off a death eater mask shocking everyone by its removal, by what it meant. "Enough mother," Lestrange growled. "Enough is enough."

"Lysander," she hissed.

"They are eleven years old Mother. This is not the way."

She hit him with a cruciotus but he refused to scream as he fell to the ground. "You will pay for betraying the dark lord."

He pulled himself to his feet. "The same lord who tortures us. The same lord who kills our classmates when they displease us. He killed Daphne. She did nothing wrong. He ordered dad to kill Astoria. She was a kid Mom. They are eleven. They are first years. This isn't right. They don't oppose us. They are just there."

"If you stand with them then you shell die as well."

"Not without a fight," he said having his wand ready. He distracted the group of death eaters long enough for the children to escape only to be hit with a killing curse.

He collapsed with dead eyes but a look of defiance on his face.

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A small blond girl, who looked to be no more than 17 looked his way just as the green light struck taking her life. Harry screamed the name Luna, pure horror and pain in his voice. Killing the death eater without thought, without care as he went to her sobbing.

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A redheaded young man held his mirror image in his arms. Sobbing as the man stared lifelessly up. He didn't even care as he was hit with the green light. Accepting death without a second thought.

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A werewolf tore out the throat of a young man who tried to save the younger students, his sacrifice meant nothing as the other werewolves tore them apart as well.

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A mask was on the ground as two people dueled. One was ended by a killing curse and the man, the boy who cast it grabbed his mask. Looking at the dead boy with regret. "I am sorry. I have no choice."

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Bodies layering the walls. Harry and Voldemort dueled together.

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A man flying into the veil of death, Harry screamed Sirius, trying to save him but he couldn't. It was too late and he was alone once again.

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He stared up with dead empty eyes. A child. Accusing eyes. Empty of all life.

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The death eaters cast the cruciotus as he screamed withering on the ground. "Does ickly Nevviepoo feel like talking yet."

"I will never betray my friends, betray Harry Potter. No matter what you do to me," he said breathing heavily. "Do your worst." It took hours to make him scream as they slowly tore apart everything that made him who he was. He never spoke. Never gave up his friends. A Gryffindor till the end.

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"You're a horcrux, the thing keeping him alive," a man sneered as Harry paled.

"No Dumbledore would have told me."

The man laughed, "Dumbledore, the same man who put you to test year after year nearly costing students their lives. You're a sacrifice he was all too willing to make Potter. See the truth or are you really that far in his pocket."

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"You knew, all of this. It was just a trick. One thing after another. The prophecy, one must die. You always meant it to be me."

"My boy, it is not like that."

Harry wasn't listening, "Neville, Fred, George, Sirius, Remus...Luna," he choked on her name. "Fay, everyone if you had just done something. You let them die."

"For the greater good."

Harry pulled his wand. "No, its so you can be hero. You let him become the monster he is. How many children must die before you step up? If you told me the truth 7 years ago we could have stopped this. Sirius, you let him rot in Azkaban so you would have the perfect martyr.

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"We won, it's over," a bushy haired girl stated.

Harry looked to her with empty eyes, "won, look around you Hermione for merlin's sake. Just look. How is this a win. There are pools of blood from the bodies of our friends. How is this a win."

"We survived," Ron stated.

"Your own brothers didn't, how could you ever call this a win?"

Hermione looked at him patronizingly. "We survived, that's what matters. Why are you being like this Harry?"

"Because we lost everyone. All our friends."

"But we survived."

"So what, I'm supposed to celebrate, cheer the fact," Harry demanded since already people were beginning to celebrate. He did not feel like celebrating. If anything, he felt the opposite. "When the funerals start tomorrow. Sorry I don't think I am interested."

"Albus said," Ron started.

Harry got extremely angry, "I don't give a shit what that man has to say."

"Without him we would never have won."

"Without him this war would never have happened," Harry stated angrily. "He set the board and used us as ponds. Why won't you see that."

"He is a great man, your just overwhelmed."

Harry stomped off angrily.

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Even with the end of the war. The fighting just restarted. More deaths. More fighting. An unending cycle. Would it ever end. How many bodies must he see? Would he ever escape the blood shed? Was there anything worth fighting for?