A Dark moon rises as the sullen sun sets. Casting a blood red shadow across the wizarding world. Voldormort is on the rise. His power leeching everywhere. Setting the hearts of many to flame. Though today is the day it really begins ! For much too long now a savior was spoken of a hero to vanquish the Lord. All that ends today. For neigh the greatest of wizards could stand in the way of Tom Riddle. This child shall be vanquished crushed like a bug under foot. The rest of the world shall be cast into darkness. "Their screams of terror shall be my wine! Thy power come hither."