The Master of Death in Marvel

Harry was staring at the destroyed castle, his home. Hogwarts was his home and it was destroyed by someone he was destined to fight.

Lord Voldemort

Lord Voldemort had grown strong…no that's not the word for it, he has grown to extreme levels of might. After years of rituals and accumulation to his newest body he had far surpassed his previous levels of strength.

Even if Dumbledore was still alive and was at his own peak of strength he would stand no chance against the Dark Lord. Voldemort had turned mountains to rubble and had turned castles into dust. He had taken over the world, all the muggle world leaders were under his control.

Voldemort won

No, Voldemort didn't just win, he accomplished everything he ever wanted while Harry was sitting here staring at the castle he used to love, the castle he used to live in. The castle he and his friends laughed in, cried in and a castle he called Home.

But Harry had a plan, yes and this plan would save himself. His plan was to flee, to escape this terrible place.

With a smooth movement and a shaky hand Harry pulled his wand out its holster, and with a complicated set of wand movements dark green sparks suddenly erupted in front of him and formed a dark circle portal.

The elder wand dropped from Harry's hand into the compacted snow below him, his invisibility cloak and the resurrection stone were also left in the snow. He didn't want any reminders of this place.

He took one last glance at the castle he used to live in and had to hold back a sob before he stepped through the green portal.

The portal closed behind him with a resounding crack of magic.