A\N: I'm sorry that this took so much longer to put up than I originally planned. My computer's hard drive quit on me and I've been busy with university work. I don't know how soon anyone should expect the conclusion to the story that I started with the Bearers of the Light. I've got about 30,000 words written in four of 15 planned chapters but I can say confidently that I'll have to add more chapters before I'm done. I don't know if that helps anyone judge how long it will take to finish but that's where I currently stand in terms of progress.
Harry Potter and the Prophecy War will pick up immediately where Bearers of the Light left off. Harry and Hermione will continue to explore their powers, but the bulk of the story will focus on their actions in the war. Prophecy War will be much darker than the Bearers of the Light and will wrestle with the difficult issues of what war can justify and what it does to those who must fight it. People will die, lots of people, and everyone is potentially on the chopping block including main characters so if you aren't comfortable with that sort of thing you might want to think about it before reading. I'm not sure how big a role romance will play but I'm already sure it will be more prominent than in Light Bearers. Enough of me talking though, here is a preview of Harry Potter and the Prophecy War. Sorry if its too cliffy for you.
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It was a peaceful night not unlike any other night but for some reason that he couldn't quite put his finger on the old man most people knew simply as Gramps was worried. For the fourth time he peeked through the curtains to observe the street of the small village where he lived with his son and granddaughter but couldn't see anything noteworthy.
"Come on dad, for the last time, there's nothing out there," young Robert Tambly said. He was finishing up some accounting work that he hadn't got done down at the office.
"Put that bean counting away and get your wand," Gramps hissed back, "I see something moving."
"Dad, don't be ridiculous, its probably just a cat. I can't believe you're so paranoid." Robert replied in a bored tone.
"You weren't old enough to remember how it was last time, not like I do, now don't argue with me get your wand before-" Gramps fell to the floor as the house shook from a massive explosion. Down the street excited whoops and yells from reveling Death Eaters made the situation seem even more unreal. Gramps peeked out the window again and saw several muggles being bounced around the street, limbs hanging at odd angles.
"What's that?" Robert asked, visibly shaking. He had his daughter in one hand and a wand in the other now.
"This is our ticket out of here, now grab hold," Gramps said as he pushed back his sleeve and revealed a beautifully decorated ornate bracelet. His son did as instructed but when Gramps pushed the little jewel that activated the portkey nothing happened except a strange tingling sensation.
"Dispersion wards," he muttered grimly. "We're going to have to run."
"What? They aren't even coming up here, let's just hide." Robert whined.
"Use your brain boy," Gramps snarled at his son as he pawed around in his jacket, "your mother was a muggle and I'm only a half blood myself. We're exactly what the Dark Lord has sworn to wipe out."
"What's that?" Robert asked, eyes widening as he saw his father clutching at a little silver medallion shaped like a torch. "You've brought them all down upon us."
"Don't be an idiot, no one knows I joined, now hush and let me concentrate," Gramps said. He tried to focus like the noisy red haired brat had taught him.
Bright flames shot up all around them and the top of the house was sheered off by a powerful blast of magic. Gramps grabbed his shell-shocked son and drug him out the backdoor. Silently he berated himself for his poor physical condition when he became winded only a few steps down the street. Many of the other houses in the small village were in ruins and the residence of the other wizard family was reduced to a smoldering hole in the ground.
The air shimmered and a dark cloaked avatar stepped into existence in front of them, wand clutched in long black gloved fingers. Gramps heard his young grandchild wail with fright and he clutched the little silver emblem again in a desperate plea for help. Black wires shot out and slammed them into the ground so that the Death Eaters could enjoy another round of sport with their victims.
Sharp cracks echoed all around the gutted town and suddenly there were dozens of tall black cloaked figures standing on what had once been houses. Gramps looked through fuzzy eyes and saw two figures with golden trim on their uniforms standing atop the tallest remaining structure, eyes glowing with vengeance. "We're saved."