Chapter 1:
The Start of Life:
The darkness wind blows across the plains of death far down in hell. An evil is arising…
No one can stop them. They are known as the Fallen. They are the undead of what wizard, witches, and elves have become if they have turned into evil. They don't fear anyone, not even Lord Voldemort. They are on a thirst of killing, and destroying the wizardry world…
It was said in an old book kept by Albus Dumbledore that the Fallen shall soon arise and all shall fall to its power. Lord Voldemort is at his very fate of death. The Fallen know how to destroy Lord Voldemort. The Fallen have elite Magicians far beyond the powers of Lord Voldemort.
Albus Dumbledore is dead, only Harry Potter along with his friends can save the Fallen for good. And now, is when the war has begun…
This is a Diary of the war. I was only a little elf when it started. And it all had begun at Hogwarts…
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Harry woke up in Dursley's home feeling hot. His forehead was sweating, and his scar was burning threw his very skin.
Harry stood up from his bed and he looked out side of the window. It was sunrise and the Dursley family were still snoring...He looked at Hedwig and then he froze.
Hedwig's eyes were blood shot red. Then, Hedwig opened its mouth, and it spoke to Harry. "Harry…" it began in a cold tone. Harry's neck went stiff. He had heard that voice before. "Do now be alarmed by this. I won't try to kill you. But listen close." The voice said.
Harry leaned forward to listen. "Why is Voldemort talking to me?" Harry though in his head.
"My name is not who you just thought of. I am an elf. Not a house elf, but an elf of magic. You are in grave danger. An evil is arising and it is far more greater that you proclaim it to be Lord Voldemort. Good luck, a war is going to begin with the undead known as the Fallen," Hedwig said.
"So hold on," Harry spoke. "You mean that we are in grave danger from an evil that is far more greater that Voldemort?" Harry asked.
"That is right. They call them selves the Fallen..." Hedwig said, then the voice disappeared and Hedwig's eyes went back to normal.
"Who should I do?" Harry asked into thing air.
"Go to Hogwarts. It is the only safe place with the world's strongest magicians. It was once a rally point in which magicians of all kinds went there for a meeting from the Fallen. Ask professor Snape, he can show you something. Or even your parents. They were little when the war happened," the voice said.
"My parents are dead," Harry said in a sad tone.
"I am sorry to hear that, but I must go now. And remember, light is our only hope…light is our only hope…" the voice said then a knock came on the door.
"Harry! Who are you talking to?" Mr. Dursley shouted.
"Nothing! No one was talking, I was just dreaming," Harry lied.
"Well come on down, you have some guest," Mr. Dursley said.
Harry waited for a moment or two until he heard the door close and that Mr. Dursley was sound asleep.
Harry slowly opened his door, it creaked. He walked down and he went into the living room. A girl was sitting in the sofa and she was drinking a cup of chocolate milk while she ate a chocolate frog.
"Hello, how are you?" Harry asked.
The girl looked up and she almost spat out the milk she drank. She stood up. She had black messy hair, she had green eyes, she was 5'3, and she was a witch. "Hi, how are you may I ask?" the girl asked to Harry.
"Oh, my name is Harry, Harry Potter," Harry said in a low tone.
"Oh, that's nice," the girl replied back not even sounding impressed that he was the boy who lived.
"Well, most people will be shocked," Harry commented.
"And why is that?" The girl asked while she ripped off a leg from the frog and dipped it into the milk then ate it.
"Well, I was the boy who lived," Harry said. Then he pulled back his hair to reveal the thunder bolt scar cast by Voldemort.
"So," the girl replied back.
"Just tell me what your name is?" Harry begged.
"Fine, if you so want to know," the girl said.
"Thank goodness," Harry commented back.
"My name," the girl began. "Is Katrina."
"Katrina…?" Harry asked.
The girl smiled. She pulled back her hair to show also a thunder bolt mark in her forehead. She spoke in a slow, but high tone, "My name is Katrina Potter."
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