Prologue - THIS WILL NOT MAKE ANY SENSE TILL NEXT CHAPTER

[AN - Death's talking is bolded, Magic's is italicized. Something bolded and italicized is the location.]

Limbo

Death looked at the chessboard, thoughts racing as his brain, that made a human’s seem ridiculous, raced, trying to figure a way out of his predicament. Billions of trillions of other chessboards filled the plane of existence known as Limbo. Checkmate. Magic smirked, her smugness evident

I propose a deal. Death finally spoke, having had decided on a Game Plan. I flip over an Ace of Spades, he motioned to the pile of cards. Then I get two moves to do whatever I want. Be it within your powers or mine. But if I don't flip over an Ace of Spades, I forfeit this round and the next round. This will be a binding Game Deal.

Deal. Bright white light surrounded the board. Magic smirked yet again.You're setting yourself up to fail! Magic sing-songed gleefully. She knew that her invention of Horcruxes would help her win against Death. Using impeccable strategy, she had engineered this End Situation for so long, since the beginning of this series of rounds, seventeen human years ago.

Death flipped over the card that sat atop of the pile.

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[AN - Things in italics (in the rest of the prologue) are from the last couple chapters of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling. She owns everything, I own nothing. Also, THESE EVENTS ARE NOT IN SEQUENTIAL ORDER. There will be a 'time line' for explanation at the end.]

He[Harry] saw the mouth move and a flash of green light and everything was gone.

Limbo

He lay face down listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure he was there himself. He then heard a noise. he realized he wasn’t alone and sneakily drew his wand under him. Jumping up, he pointed his wand at what was now a familiar figure.

“Password?” Harry barked out.

A voice with a drawl said. "Took you long enough, Thera."

[AN - Thera is pronounced Tea-rah. And in the book, Harry was naked (until the robes appeared).]

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"He beat you!" Ron yelled.

"What did you say, little Ronald Weasley?" Voldemort cackled. "Well we must have some examples for you unruly lot. A blood traitor and a mudblood, that will do nicely. Avada Kedavra, and oh yes, Avada Kedavra."

Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley fell over dead crumpling into a joint heap, the hands that had been holding each other falling to their sides.

Limbo

They [Hermione and Ron] awoke, hearing a familiar voice say, "Welcome to Nothing."

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"And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!" Ron shouted and Draco could congratulate Ron on his acting skills.

Turning around to continue his mission, a green light struck his back, Draco’s body toppled forward like a slow-motion shot from a movie.

Draco Malfoy was dead, and no one but the ‘Panthera’ had known him, actually known him..

Limbo

It was then that Draco Malfoy 'woke up' in a large area, white and misty. He sat there waiting for . . . something.

A burst of pure, brilliant, white light appeared. Draco hid as much as he could, not sure whether what the light meant was good or bad.

The light faded and Harry Potter lay there, in all his naked glory. It was a few moments, but Harry jumped up and pointed his wand at Draco. “Password?”

"Took you long enough, Thera."

"Aww, da wittle Gonie missing his pwecious his 'Pine?" Harry commented jokingly.

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with a flick of his [Voldemort's] wand, he caused the Sorting Hat to burst into flames.

Voldemort petrified Neville and made the flames spread unnaturally fast. Neville tried to scream, as his eyes looked around wildly. He started shaking slightly, the reaction to the pain of death overcoming a mere petrifying spell.

On that day, Neville Longbottom was burnt to a crisp and nobody would ever forget the way the burnt body sprawled along the ground, as Voldemort looked for someone else to torture.

Limbo

Neville found himself on the floor, his body feeling really warm.

"Gryff, you're naked." Night's voice spoke to him from above.

"We were all naked!" Spotter reprimanded him gently.

"Yep, and I had been enjoying every second of it." Neville could just hear the smirk in Night's voice.

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Luna Lovegood, Susan Bones, Daphne Greengrass, and Hannah Abbot battled back to back. They all knew this was no longer the Battle of Hogwarts, but the Massacre of Hogwarts. The grounds could hardly even be called by the age-old name anymore.

If the defenders were bowling pins, the Death Eaters would be getting strikes with every spell they cast.

Soon, the four were amongst the only left upon the field of battle. Each battling five Death Eaters, this was the ultimate contest of skill and talent.

Susan dodged a Killing Curse meant for her into a second Killing Curse that had been meant for Daphne. With the loss of someone guarding their backs, as well as the addition of opponents (now that they were free from battling Susan and could help their comrades battle the other three girls), made the final three girls in the massacre of Hogwarts falter.

A multitude of various spells hit them each. Bombardment, Bone Breaking, Incineration and Pain Causing Spells, to name just a few of the painful assortment. Only one of the girls, Hannah, was able to make a noise before her death. She shrieked a long, piercing scream that would stay with the inhabitants of that version of reality for whatever of their lives they had left.

Luna Lovegood, Susan Bones, Daphne Greengrass, and Hannah Abbot were dead. Their bodies being nothing but dust and ash that was scattered across the field of battle.

Limbo

The four girls lay there, on their backs, looking at the ambiguous mist, looking at an ambiguous future. That weren’t sure what had happened and were ready do whatever it took to keep each other safe. They knew it was the only way the would all get out of this alive.

"Where are we?" Daphne wondered. It was the first question they needed to ask, it took top priority. Every ‘Panthera’ member had learned that principle first and foremost. It had been drilled quite deeply into their cranial cavities many times by their fierce trainer.

"Our question too, Kit." Gryff said, the rhetoric was quite clear in his voice, in contrast to the ambiguous mist.

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. . . a Killing Curse shot so close to Ginny.

She tried to dodge but accidentally dodged straight into the path of the deadly green spell. It hit her, making her fold into herself like a piece of paper.

Ginerva Weasley was dead, her body collapsing to the ground, to be trampled upon later. Later, Luna, Dahne, Susan, and Hannah would unknowingly die in the same spot as their fearsome red haired companion of the past few years of their life.

Limbo

Ginny appeared, sprawled across the ground she sat up and rubbed her eyes, while she used it as a cover to screen her surroundings. It was well done, but too obviously practiced. Ginny had still been in her tense, high alert, ‘I am Ready to Battle at a Moment’s Notice’ mood, at least, she was till she heard the familiar voice that used her all-to-rememberable nickname (All her friends said that it really was too easy to remember and that they should make it harder). It made her relax, knowing she was in safe (or, at least, secure) territory.

"Chine! So nice of you to join us."

[PEOPLE CONFUSED ABOUT TIMELINE(WHAT HAPPENED WHEN) LOOK HERE : Draco died. Harry died. Ron and Hermione died. Neville died. Ginny died. Luna, Daphne, Susan and Hannah died.

These did not happen immediately after one and another. Also, this should be my shortest chapter of the story. The second one will be a bit longer, the third should be around four times the size of the second one and the rest should be around five times the size of the second. You should not know what :

The ‘Panthera’ are a group of people dedicated to fighting Voldemort (there are ten of them) the nicknames you have heard in this chapter will sound weird, but eventually make sense(once they are in Hogwarts again).