The Love of a Brother

Prologue

'The sky is red,' he vaguely noticed. It matched the blood that decorated the ground beneath the emaciated figure. His arms and legs were like sticks. You would have been able to count his ribs and his spine was a string of beads beneath his skin. His eyes while a stunning shade of green were haunted and sunken into his face.

He was kneeling on the bloodstained ground. The smoking ruins of what used to be a grand castle lay behind him. He faced a lake, but the water wasn't blue, the color blended with the sunrise and the fluid beneath his knees. Bodies of hundreds covered the ground both before and behind him. If you could look around you would see that the bodies were a mix of adults and teens. Some wore billowing robes of black with silver masks, a black burn eating away at the skin on their left forearm. Others were in uniforms of grey with corresponding colors or crimson and gold, yellow and black, bronze and blue, and silver and green. The ones in the uniforms couldn't be older than seventeen but older than fourteen, just children.

A single body lay crumpled before the boy who was seventeen but looked fifteen. The girl was around sixteen, she had hair the color of flame and her blue eyes were hazy, staring at nothing. She would have been a beautiful woman had she lived. The boy wasn't crying. It seemed he didn't have any tears left to cry. Two figures were intertwined, one with bushy brown hair and the other a tall red-head. Another red haired pair reached for each other, their fingers almost touching. Their wedding rings were covered in mud but the gold that shown through was as brilliant as before. A women with silvery hair lay face down, her husband's body lay on top as if protecting her, his face a mess of blood and bone. A scarred body of man lay broken a few feet from them, his eyes wild. A women who would have bright pink hair if it hadn't been soaked with red, lay within his hold, her belly swollen with a child who would never be born.

As the boy took in these horrors and many more a cry tore itself from his throat, it was inhuman in its sound. The pure unadulterated keen of sorrow and loss turned into a scream of agony and pain. The carrion birds whom had started to feast upon the festering remains of the dead took flight with calls of shock and didn't land again.

Slowly the boy unfolded himself from his kneeling position and took into his fingers a stick—a wand. He waved it and the bodies of countless friends, allies, family flew into a pile, and went up into flames. He stayed there staring into the orange flickering flames until there was nothing but ash. With another flick of his wrist the ashes scattered across the lake. He had left the bodies with the silver masks to the appetite of the carrion birds.

Shaking on weak limbs the hollowed eyed boy walked to a gutted and burned out train station, where he disappeared with a pop, never to be seen in England again. That day Harry James Potter disappeared and the silent Jon Moore was born.

Authors Note

Yes I basically just killed of everybody but Harry. So sue me. Second story of my career of FF. I will NOT be abandoning Eden's Edge, this just popped into my head and I HAD to write it down. Review are wanted with a burning passion, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!-Messenger