Author's Note:
Because I tend to talk,
And nobody bothers to shut me up
Hi, thanks for clicking. I really appreciate it. Anyway to give you a bit of background information before my story begins. Please note that this fan fiction takes place in the beginning of deathly hollows. But the plot is twisted a bit. Harry, Ron and Hermione don't go on their Hunt for horcruxes right away. There are some other tweaks here and there just so it flows with the story better.
Also, unlike some of the other stories on here. This is a Harry Potter fan fiction. But doesn't revolve as much around Harry. For it is about twelve children connected to Harry. Harry does come up but please know before you read Harry will not be as prominent a character. He is a main character but so are others, just keep that in mind.
Without further ado, here it is. I very much hope you enjoy it.
Note: This story is told in "parts" The first one is Silence. But there are chapters in each "part" the parts are merely there for organization. If they bug you, ignore them.
Part I- Silence
There are no words to be spoken
How does the lily mingle?
As it sits upon the river
Drifting in the breeze.
A warm silent breeze
Would thou miss the lily?
If it were to blow away,
Never to come return again?
The heavy after math
Was warm, and heated
The weight was unbearable
It wrung in our ears
The strained sound
Of unhappy silence
Breezing to us
Before it went dark
Prologue:
The mood around the table was heavy. As he surveyed their expressions, he began to mentally sort them. Those who were loyal, and those who weren't. Those who showed more fear than respect, and then those who showed more loyalty than doubt. He sorted them in his mind into two groups. It was obvious what group the dark lord favored.
"Severus, when you review these files, what do they tell you?" The dark lord said. Cunning smile on face. Snake slithering around his feet on the floor, as he looked at the Hogwarts teacher, and the files. His cold eyes searching Snape's for information. His eyes, eager for information, even if he would never admit it to anyone or himself.
"It appears there hasn't ever been one at Hogwarts, my lord." He answered. His eyes seemed calm. Yet distant as if they might of belonged to another place to someone else. As if, mentally he was somewhere else. Mentally in a place he'd much rather be, than at this table.
"Are you sure, Severus, you didn't miss anything, did you?" Voldemort asked his servant. He saw in his eyes he might not have been with him mentally at the time. It upset him, did Severus Snape really seem loyal to him? Or was he truly just careless and clueless? Voldemort knew Snape was a smart man, and decided not to jump to suspicion but to keep a small wary eye on him.
"The last one that was at Hogwarts was at the school, 200 years ago. They can't still be alive my lord." He said. Only to be greeted by a smile from his master.
"Very well." Voldemort said. He then stood up, showing no excitement, just a slender, cunning, and even a bit creepy smile. For he-who-must-not-be-named never showed any emotion.
"My friends," he began, and smiled.
"It looks like the prophecy of Hindsight will come into play, this year."