Shitza: Whew, alright, finally done and I hope you will like this chapter.
Seeeza: Noooooo, she wasn't supposed to write this.
Tári: Guess it's time to pack and start leaving.
Shitza: Hey, you guys can't do me this, wait up...
Prologue
Harry sat by a small wooden desk, sighing. The world had turned upside down. The wizards and witches had all gone into deeper hiding then ever. Not even during the time, when witch-hunting had been so popular had they even hidden in the shadows like this. Just because... just... he didn't even want to think about it.
It had been all over the news in the Wizarding world. Harry shuddered at the very thought. Even if he was the heir of Merlin, this frightened him, deeply.
The Daily Prophet- a month before
You-Know-Who is stronger then ever.
The worst imaginable has happened, what we all have feared the most, has come true. You-Know-Who has gained, what we call immortality. But not only that, also the knowledge of how to destroy this world, or both.
Resources aren't strong, yet from the few eyewitnesses there are, we now know that He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named been hit by several amounts of Killing curses, yet from what everyone seen, not suffered from them. Indeed he can seem to feed upon them, and then attack back with a unimaginable strength. This line of magic, has either been forgotten, or recently discovered, that we don't know. Yet from what we know, don't go outside, don't panic, even as it is now, impossible to stay alive.
Reporter Rita Skeeter.
Yes, and so the war had begun. The dark side had attacked them over and over again. He had heard that many of his friends' families had to flee to unplottable areas. Ron had gone to Rumania, since the Burrow had practically turned out to become a favourite target. Even if he had the strength from Gryffindor, a hundred death Eaters and Dementors had turned out to be too much for him. Neville, who was not the favourite target, but still one, had a hard time to cast protective enchantments over themselves. Hermione lived alone, to keep her parents safe, in some lone mountain, where she believed no one would be able to find her. Draco remained hidden, and Harry had no idea where he could be. Yet he had received some letters, but Draco never told him anything about the place he stayed. Cassandra, he knew lived in Sweden, together with a old family friend.
He sighed. He wished he would be allowed to help them, but whenever Dumbledore had managed to find out, he had looked him straight in the eyes, telling him NO. Harry had never seen him look at him, like that, but he had not been able to say anything against it. Too much depended on him, and he was still underage, with a few exceptions. Since he was a heir, he was allowed to do certain things, like helping out and protect the Headquarters. But nothing else, and that... He really was looking forward to his seventeenth birthday, and hoped it would arrive soon.
End notes, this is short, I know it is, but come on, it's just the prologue. Next chapter we'll go deeper into the facts of everyone, and for what had happened during the summer. See you all soon, please review.