My tale begins two hundred years ago.

A child was born into a world of riches and fine manners. This child grew up with his other brother and learnt of many things both good and evil. He was set to inherit a large fortune of land and money and knowledge but it was but a fraction of what his older brother would inherit.

Human greed is universal, but in this case, it was only focused from one man to his brother.

So he plotted to relieve his brother of the fortune and therefore the position of head of the family. Because, as the child, no a man now, knew if his brother had children he would never see a knut of the families gold, jewels and ancient tomes or land. Forever the lesser brother.

So this man, once a fine gentleman set himself the task of destroying his brother and ridding the world of his brother's line. He learnt the Dark Arts, bought slander to the name of Slytherin by tales and dishonesty and in time, killed his brother. From the point of view of society. All that is known is that when the brother was a one score and a century old, he vanished without a trace. No evidence of foul play was ever found and few ever suspected it anyway. Who can believe a man cannot love his brother, his family, his blood? Only those who know of it can, and most do not. The sister of the brothers vanished too but who can know of her when no-one knew of her birth?

But all this had come at a price and it was not a price that the people could ignore. It cost The Man his sanity and his soul. He took a place teaching transfiguration at a fine institution of Learning, and took up the role of the kind protector and guider. Gradually people forgot the death of his brother and began to praise the name of the man. As time passed and so did those who remembered the mystery, few knew of the suspicions surrounding the Man. But the Dark Arts had cost him more than just his mind. It has cost him his morals and his ideals that were good and acceptable. He hid it well behind a façade of jovialness and loyalty, but there were times when the mask cracked and people saw the true man.

One such man was Grindlewald. He had his own ideals and ways but he wanted to impress them on the world. The man now well into his hundred years used Grindlewald to remove people who knew about his part in His his father's death and that of his brother. Over a period of ten years he had people murdered, poisoned, had them sent to prison where they died. Those who noticed the man's connection vanished before they could tell anyone. Grindlewald died and the man claimed the kill. People hailed the man as a hero and said he was great. But greatness is not won from one kill that no-body saw. Even then suspicions rose again, though much quieter and fewer than before. No-one dares correct a hero unless someone else does it first.

He took his teaching place back at a magical school but he was never sorted to a house. He cultured a young boy from the house that was dark. He taught him the Arts of the Darkness, he talked about the people who had achieved greatness through them and he taught him to achieve only what the man wanted him to achieve. And most of all, he taught the child the Arts of Hatred and he fuelled the hatred with more.

The reason, people were forgetting how he saved the world, how he 'Defeated' Grindlewald. And so he made the boy his pawn in the game of politics and later he used the boy, as he used Grindlewald.

A young wanna-be-seer, needing a place to stay and a steady income dug up an old prophesy from an old tome. Much of them older than memory, the one she chose was:

Three shall come who shall stop the impostor,

One born to ride the waves and wield the sea, born to a life of riches and lives a life of riches,

One born to fly and wield the winds, born to a life of riches, and live a life of rags and ruin,

Both guided by the Educator and the Teacher, and who weild's power beyond the means of humanity.

They shall form a mighty bond,

Together they will triumph over Evil

They will unite the races to combat an evil,

Born of the Old Ones, the two are great

The Teacher their guide in the Darkest of Times,

But beware, those that cross them shall burn in Hell,

The ill-doers shall rue the day that they did ill,

For the three will unite and the three will conquer,

But for which side is yet be decided,

The rest of the Prophecy was lost to history and it so happened that the man knew of two of the two children, babes in arms and still so powerful. He assumed to know the Eductor, the different one, and he knew they would come to Hogwarts so he would know them then.

He had one of the children's parents killed, had made plans to have them placed with abusive people and manipulated the whole scenario.

The Teacher spoke and their need was granted and they came to the two and then to Hogwarts, five long years after the other two came into the school and declared war upon the other.

The Educator forced them to hear the true tale and prophecy, then changed their whole perspectives. A tale of wonder, misery and relevelations came after, and then the time of revolution came.

For a tale once told cannot be untold. A word once spoken can never be unspoken. A sight seen can never been unseen. And yet the Old Man tried and so did the child he once tried to rule the world with. It is the law of the Gods. And you cannot change that.

Change is necessary and comes about naturally.

Sometimes though, it is necessary to bring it about by force, regardless of consequence.

You might be able to ignore the demands of mankind.

Can you ignore the demands of the Gods?