AN: Hey, everyone. I know I've been gone for a long time. I've had a lot happen in my life since I last wrote. Just to let you all know, This will be the only story I will be working on. My other stories fail to excite me now, and I feel that my writing style has evolved past the point where I can continue those stories. If anyone wants to pick it up where I left off, feel free. Now, on to the matter at hand, this "chapter" is merely a prologue. I assure you, the actual chapters will be much longer.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I can assure you that I would not write fanfiction. I also would not have stopped at seven books. No money made off of this, etc.,etc.
I don't know why I'm writing. If they find this it will only hurt me. They will decry it as the ramblings of a madman, an attempt to justify the unjustifiable. I view it more as my confession. Here I will lay bare all that I have done, and why. I can not claim to be innocent. I highly doubt anyone is truly innocent anymore. In a supreme irony, innocence died with Voldemort. Then, at least I suspect, it was easy to divide the world. There was the light and the dark. The war forced one to choose a side, and once that side was chosen, all else faded. Now, there is nothing but gray. I suppose, in the end, it will not matter whether what I write is found or not. I have been damned already. Only my victory will save me, and all those who sided with me, from the dementors.
I suppose I must start at the beginning. I grew up in the Golden Years. The time immediately following the downfall of Voldemort was a good time. Shacklebolt was Minister, and we were finally seeing progress. He insured the protection of Muggleborns. He fought hard for equality among the races. He was a great Minister, possibly the best the Wizarding World has ever known. For that, he was killed. I don't know who did it. I don't think anyone really does. It eventually came to be blamed on me. This fact shows how little my enemy understands. They view me solely as an agent of chaos, as the heir to Voldemort's twisted legacy. But, I digress. Headmistress McGonagall was presiding over Hogwarts, and she continued Dumbledore's legacy of tolerance. She let me in, despite my nature. I have yet to decide whether that was boon or bane.