Disclaimer
I hold none of the rights to the world and characters of Harry Potter. This work is fiction and any resemblance of characters to real people is purely coincidental.
Prologue.
As the sun set on the southern English coastline, the clear skies began to darken and the wind picked up, blowing into the chalky cliffs. The weather reports had claimed that the night would be calm and clear, and yet the clouds were rolling in and the wind started roaring. And there was a strange chill to the air, one that spoke of sadness, the clawed at everyone it met driving them indoors into the safety of their houses. Some just retreated into their homes, used to the sudden storms that came from living on the coast. But others, who had lived their longer could feel the unsettling difference, those were the ones who muttered away about acts of God, and locked their houses up tight. And so it went unnoticed that a solitary figure was walking through the area towards the ocean. If anyone were to have looked they'd have seen a man walking with the wind trying to drive him back, and later when the rain started, that too pelted him as if trying to impede his journey. But it didn't phase the man who walked along the coastal path. When the lightning started to rain down on the area in front of him, promising retribution, he carried on walking. And when he reached the top of the cliff face, and the lightning was striking him, the rain was battered him and the wind was tearing at him, he stood in defiance of the elements, looking down at the roiling waters below. Then he jumped, unnoticed by the world, and yet, the world changed.