Chapter 1
A bright flash of light blinded him. Once the light passed, he could see his enemy on the ground.
He’d done it, Voldemort was dead. He lowered his wand and looked around to the rest of the battlefield.
The death eaters nearest had started to notice their lord lying on the ground.
Some of them tried to run, having given up when they realized their master was not there to protect them anymore.
He looked around, trying to see if he could find his friends, to share with them the joy of having won the war.
As he turned he saw several death eaters, all with their wands raised towards him.
He quickly raised his wand in an attempt to erect a shield, but his exhaustion and injuries had made him too slow.
He was hit with at least 4 different spells at once and everything turned black.
First chapter is quite small, I'm going to be aiming for at minimum of 700 words per chapter for all future chapters.