Welcome, one and all, to my first FanFiction here on the site. I've been writing FanFics for a while, as well as a good deal of my own original work, and I've decided it's time to share some of my ideas. This one actually popped up whilst I was sitting in a movie theater. But it has been a while since I've last written a FanFiction, or rather since I've last written characters that aren't my own. That being said, we're all aware that J.K. Rowling is in complete ownership of all canon characters. Whether or not original ones will be in this story, I highly doubt it, but if they do, their concepts will then belong to me. This story, also, has been rated T for darker themes (not too dark, of course), violence, the occasional cursing, and slight sexuality. (Rated M out-takes will be posted later on for those wishing to read the "citrus" that will occur later in the storyline.) Boring disclaimer stuff out of the way, why not give you the prologue to the story?

Please note that my chapters will be a LOT longer than this. It's merely an introduction of sorts. Hope you enjoy!

A Scroll in the Library of Gryffindor

Everything began with the first disappearances.

For as long as I can remember, there has always been peace in the Land of Hogwarts, among the four kingdoms. There was always harmony between those who possessed the gift of magic and those who were born without it, and everyone prospered. Happiness and contentment spread throughout the land, and all was well.

Until Lord Voldemort came into our midst.

Those first few disappearances were coincidental, practically, beginning in the kingdom of Slytherin, where there was always a seed of mistrust between the citizens of magical descent and those of non-magic origin. But when the disappearances and resulting murders spread to the other three kingdoms, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, suspicion rose and so did the fear of the people.

It became known that these awful occurrences were the work of a group known as the Death Eaters, led by a man who called himself Lord Voldemort, defender of blood purity and champion of magic.

Spearheaded by the royal Potter family in Gryffindor, a countering group was formed known as the Order of the Phoenix. The Potters and their allies waged all-out war on the Death Eaters in defense of the helpless non-magical folk (called Muggles) and their magical offspring.

But it all came to a tragic end on the night of All Hallow's Eve, seventeen years ago.

Nobody quite knows how it happened, but somehow that night, Lord Voldemort succeeded in taking the royal family's palace, overthrowing the kingdom of Gryffindor and murdering the late King James and Queen Lily in their own chambers.

However, this is where the story takes a different turn.

Lord Voldemort, after having killed the king and queen, ventured into the room of the young Prince Harry, who was two at the time, and cast the same killing spell that killed his parents just minutes before. But something miraculous happened. The spell backfired, and the prince was bestowed with a scar as the only evidence that he defeated the Dark Lord. For Voldemort fell where he stood, the body vanishing, leaving only the dark cloak on his back and a broken kingdom.

Seventeen years have passed, but still I worry. Harry has grown into a strong young prince, soon to take the throne, and the kingdom of Gryffindor has been rightfully repaired, as has the whole of the land of Hogwarts. But there are whisperings in the night. Rumors that disappearances have started once again, that the name of the Death Eaters has once again begun to stir.

I pray, for the sake of Harry, his dearest friends, and all of Hogwarts, that these rumors are not true.

- Albus Dumbledore, Scribe of the Gryffindor Library and Adviser to the King

Like I said, chapters will be much longer. The first chapter will be coming soon!

- Harp