Disclaimer: I know you guys aren't even reading this, but for those who are, I don't own any Harry Potter stuffs… as you should know by now.
Chapter 1: Prologue
On the coldest days of the year, the days when the snow consumes the fields rather than blanketing them, and no early buds can be found, passersby notice them. They are shocked to see such a contradiction; a mournful scene behind a fairytale one. Behind the majestic castle, its all white save for the trees in the forgotten graveyard. On other days, when the summer sun cooks the castle, or the spring rains wash it, or as the fall leaves frame it, the graves are unnoticed. Only when it is pure and clean, drenched in snow and unoccupied, are the graves remembered.
The black tombstones were the graves of deatheaters, who, no matter how evil, had been given proper burials. It was one of Dumbledore's curious whims to give all who died in the war the right to leave their bodies at rest. The white stones were for heroes, who would forever be remembered. The tales of how they had spied for Dumbledore, or fought evil to the death had been exaggerated and rewritten, and would continue so for generations. But behind all of those, a tombstone cut of the original gray stands alone. The victim had been another casualty, a number, a statistic. He was neither villain nor hero, good or evil. He was not terribly despised or unfailingly loved.What he was, and who he might have become, were now buried beneath the snow and dirt, lost and forgotten.
For now that The Boy Who Lived had defeated He Who Could Now Be Named, what did the few deaths in between matter? Compared to Voldemort's first massacre all those years ago, this war had been relatively bloodless. A few deaths here, some tortured minds there, it was all considered a small price for goodness to pay to overthrow evil. Most who were lost had deserved death or died bravely and heroically.
Most, but not all.
He was merely a bystander in the war of light and dark, and his name was as faded in their minds as it was on the tombstone. No one still prayed for him every night and day, as his family was dead, and the Hogwarts students had forgotten.
But there were those who cared. Whether they knew it or not, they were affected…