A/N: Hey guys. I hope you all enjoy this fic. This was a little something that just came to me randomly. All reviews are very welcome.
Some say that there is a place, where lost, broken souls go when it is their time. They say, that somewhere in a deep, forbidden forest, these souls haunt the heart of an old, repelling, crumbling castle, terrorising those who travel there. These souls are the souls of the hunted, the missing, and the chained.
These souls were once happy, living people. People who brought hope and light to the darkest of worlds. Those who knew these people, were witnesses to the destruction of the indestructible light bringers. They witnessed them being outcasted by loved ones. They witnessed them being torn apart from within. They witnessed these good filled souls become mentally broken and hurt. They watched them crumble from the darkest force known to the wizarding world. This force, was Lord Voldemort, the one who shall not be named.
For may decades, people lived in fear of this horrifying darkness, too afraid to stand up to the darkness, and bring light back to the darkest places.
But then, there was a prophecy, a prophecy which told of a survivor. This survivor, was to be destined for a grand future. A future where light would return, and the people be free. A future where these restless souls would once again find peace.
This survivor would be known as The-Boy-Who-Lived. A hero. The boy would be named Harry Potter. And he would learn from the most powerful wizard of them all, Albus Dumbledore. And that boy would live to defeat the Dark Lord himself, and bring peace, light and happiness to the world.
The End