Harry Potter and the Boy of Death

Note: This series is a fan fiction, totally independent of the original series. It however contains the same characters, spells, setting and every other detail as that of the original series. My knowledge is mostly based on the movies, so I might have limited quite a lot of things and characters, do pardon me. It's just for fun.

New characters might be added, or the names of the characters may be changed. I ask you all not to be offended.

Schedule: 1 chapter a day. In worse case, 2 chapters a week. Chapters won't be long as I am writing them for fun, so mostly 500-1000 words per chapter.

Again, if the book is liked by all, then I will go forward and increase the word count.

The order of books for you read will be:

1] Harry Potter and the Boy of Death.

2] Harry Potter and the Trial of Darkness.

3] Harry Potter and the God of Destruction.

3 books planned so far. Many more may be added.

Chapter 1: The Boy Who Died

It was a cold, dark night with barely any visibility. The dim moonlight was the only source of illumination, and one could easily trip and fall without it. Thunderclouds gathered over the town, signaling an approaching thunderstorm.

While the streets were somewhat lively with people rushing to find shelter and make their way home, a peculiar figure chose to enter the eerie graveyard situated a mile inside the Pastuir Forest, named after a great person.

Mrs. Nor, an elderly woman with numerous freckles adorning her face, walked into the graveyard, undeterred by the impending storm. Her tired feet shuffled along, her eyes devoid of life, and her hands feeble. Her clothes were tattered, and her muffler, though not visible due to the darkness, was quite dirty.

Despite her worn appearance, she pressed on with nothing but a lantern and a walking stick in her hand. She surveyed the area until finally coming to a stop after ten minutes.

Amidst the dusty tombstones, she halted at one that stood out for its cleanliness. It bore the inscription:

Here lies Harry James Potter, the Greatest Wizard Of All Time. The Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One, a Hero who Sacrificed for Love. His Courage Inspired Generations. May His Light Forever Shine.

"Harry..." she murmured, her words filled with sympathy and pain.

She leaned on her walking stick, finding support and preventing herself from falling.

"Oh, how times have changed..."

"You are now merely a memory of the past..."

"You once fell, and now you are gone... But he... He has returned."

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named..."

sniff, sniff

Tears streamed down her face, dampening her cheeks, as her voice trembled.

"He's back, Harry!"

She turned to her side, where two more gravestones stood, each bearing an inscription:

Here lies Hermione Granger. A Brilliant Mind and Fearless Heart. Her Wisdom Shaped the Wizarding World Forever. Remembered for her Courage and Love.

Here lies Ronald Bilius Weasley. A Loyal Friend and True Gryffindor. His Humor Brought Laughter to Our Lives. A Brave Heart in Times of Darkness. Forever Remembered, Forever Loved.

Their graves lay side by side, a testament to the strength of their friendship.

"The trio is no more..."

"The Boy Who Lived is now dead."

"Tell me, Albus, why is it that you still live?"

A bolt of lightning struck the ground, followed by the appearance of a man marching towards her.

It was Albus Dumbledore. He was alive.