Disclaimer: I don't own them, I don't make money off of them. That honor belongs to the wonderful, amazing woman named J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: This is the first of 100 stories in my 100 Story Challenge. As the title suggests, it is introducing what is to come in these next 99 stories. Enjoy.
Introduction
"These are our stories… all of them."
A man, pale, his black hair long and hanging in his face, stepped forward. His hands clasped, the rest of his body hidden in black robes or in the shadows that encompassed the entirety of the place he stood.
"They are all true."
A girl, her voice high and soft, yet intelligent. Her bushy hair framed her face. She looked as she did in her school days: young, skin taunt and eyes bright and willing to learn.
"They are of many things."
A boy, red hair flaming, stepped forward next to the girl, slipping his hand in hers. He gave her a smile.
"They are of betrayl."
Blue eyes shone brightly as a man, his face showing his aristocratic blood, stepped forward, standing far away from the other man, choosing his place next to the girl.
"They are of love."
A woman, her hair pink and her eyes kind came from the shadows, looking over her shoulder patiently.
"They are of struggles."
The woman's eyes lit up as her husband came forward, taking her hand. He had golden hair with gray streaks, and his skin showed the signs of aging, though he still looked fairly young.
"But mostly… they are about good versus evil."
Messy, black hair and circular glasses gave the face of the boy who stepped forward, beside his godfather and his two friends, an intelligent look. He held his head high, bravely. He looked to the other man, and smiled at him. The man nodded curtly, but respectfully.
"They may not always be kind, but they are what we lived."
Red hair and green eyes—a woman—stood beside her son, slipping her hand over his shoulders.
"They are objective more than we were in life."
An older version of the boy the red-haired woman had her arm around stepped forward, giving the dark man a look of understanding. They stared at one another for a few moments before the man wearing the glasses looked away to his wife and son.
"And though they may not all have happy endings, they came out for the best."
A redheaded girl popped between the glasses-wearing boy and his mother, grinning at her brother before turning back to the boy and kissing his cheek. The boy wrapped his arms around her.
They stood in a line, all looking between one another, silently. Finally, the first man to step forward, the dark man, spoke.
"You may not like them… However, they are but one interpretation."
"But whether you appreciate them or not is none of our concern, in the end."
The blue eyed man gave the dark man another look, who gave him an approving look.
"The stories are there as a look into history."
The bushy-haired girl smiled at her friends.
"They are there so others may learn."
The boy wearing the glasses smiled at his werewolf friend.
"They are there so others may be less prejudiced."
"And to inspire you to follow your heart."
The man's wife had added.
"This is your introduction into our lives."
The dark man smirked as he said this.
One by one, the people disappeared back into the darkness around them, all smiling.