Prologue
The thunder rolled outside. A black-haired boy sat at his window, watching the play of lightning. Memories of last year raced through his head. The tri-wizard tournament, Cedric Diggory's death, and the revival of his greatest enemy. Lord Voldemort. It was because of lord Voldemort that Harry sat there now. Harry had no parents, Lord Voldemort had taken care of that. Leaving him with nothing but a cursed scar and a few memories of the night that they were killed. Yet, in spite of the thousands of people that Voldemort had killed, Harry had defeated him as a small child. And, over the past 15 years, Harry had faced and defeated Lord Voldemort 2 more times. It was July 31, Harry's 15 birthday. He would be getting no cards today, no presents either. It was best that way. No one from the wizarding world could find Harry if he stayed at 7 Privet Drive. There was no wizard device, other than owls, that could find him. But damn could Owls find him. Harry laughed remembering his eleventh birthday, he had gotten no less than 1000 owls that time. Harry stopped laughing. His scar hurt like hell. A searing pain coursed it's way through his head. "Damn," Harry muttered. Their lord had been revived for under 2 months and the death eaters were already on a rampage. He knew his scar had hurt because there had been the first killing.
The thunder rolled outside. A black-haired boy sat at his window, watching the play of lightning. Memories of last year raced through his head. The tri-wizard tournament, Cedric Diggory's death, and the revival of his greatest enemy. Lord Voldemort. It was because of lord Voldemort that Harry sat there now. Harry had no parents, Lord Voldemort had taken care of that. Leaving him with nothing but a cursed scar and a few memories of the night that they were killed. Yet, in spite of the thousands of people that Voldemort had killed, Harry had defeated him as a small child. And, over the past 15 years, Harry had faced and defeated Lord Voldemort 2 more times. It was July 31, Harry's 15 birthday. He would be getting no cards today, no presents either. It was best that way. No one from the wizarding world could find Harry if he stayed at 7 Privet Drive. There was no wizard device, other than owls, that could find him. But damn could Owls find him. Harry laughed remembering his eleventh birthday, he had gotten no less than 1000 owls that time. Harry stopped laughing. His scar hurt like hell. A searing pain coursed it's way through his head. "Damn," Harry muttered. Their lord had been revived for under 2 months and the death eaters were already on a rampage. He knew his scar had hurt because there had been the first killing.