Into:
Darkness is always portrayed as something bad. Once you turn dark, your actions doom you, your mistakes follow you forever. Once evil, always evil. But maybe we aren't evil. We lost souls roam in the darkness because that's the only place we feel powerful, that's the only place we feel safe. We are just scared little children, who have followed the wrong path. And we need help, but maybe, maybe we can help each other.
Prologue
Voldemort sticks his finger in the dark water, swirling his bony philanges around, making a dark tornado of lake water and mud. His eyes scan over the limp, lifeless body of the teenage girl. "Bellatrix," He purrs. "If I bring this girl back, I need you to raise her as one of your own."
"You can bring the dead back to life?!" Bellatrix screeches. Voldemort sighs.
"I-I mean, yes, Master" Bellatrix says. Voldemort grabs the pale face and breathes his smoky breath into her mouth.
The girl's eyes pop open….
