[ EU ] Harry Potter was killed by Voldemort as a new-born . Now , 11 years later , the Death-Eaters seek a pure blooded world and declare war on muggles .

Deep in the woods a quiet pop may be heard as a small group of people appear. All except one collapse and dry heave, having no food to expel. The lone wizard stood guard, looking for the slightest sign of threat. As the majority recovered and looked to him he whispered. `` Sorry, apparating with someone can cause nausea. If all of you can stand lets go...'' 
 
 As people nodded they hurried through the trees, crouched as low as they can to avoid being caught. The wizard soon waved his wand, muttering a low spell. Before their eyes a small shack appeared. As the door opened a witch beckoned everyone quickly and quietly. Once all in they saw a room exceptionally larger then what the building appeared. As the people explored, feeling at ease for a moment, the witch turned to look at the wizard. His heavy gaze only emphasized his words. `` These are all that's left, the rest were dead...'' 
 
 `` You're lucky you could find them. Word has it nearly all the cities are dead. We better get them underground. The sooner they're on the train the better...'' 
 
 As she finished one of the muggles turned on a radio. Probably intending to find some solace in nostalgia. Hearts grew heavy instead as the death toll was being announced. Seems the latest battle was filled with heavy loss. The female wizard took a shuddering breath as she grew overwhelmed. The male rubbed her shoulder. `` I'm sorry Ginny, I know how close you were to your brother.'' 
 
 `` Th.thanks Neville... it's just....he was my last one...''
