Disclaimer: I, Eidolon Twilight Princess, do not own the Harry Potter book series, the characters, or the places it includes. I do, however, own my characters and this idea. JK Rowling, I give you a hand for creating a magical world we all have grown to love. Please Read and Review. No flames please.
A/N: This takes place after Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and in this story Professor McGonagall is the Headmistress and has allowed all who didn't attend their 7th year to do so. This story focuses on Harry somewhat, but mainly on Neville and my characters.
Prologue
Deafening screams filled the thoughts of a young witch, causing her to thrash awake. Restlessly, Antaria Centauri looked around her small bedroom of her godfather's home, attempting to calm herself. An older copy of The Daily Prophet remained lying at the foot of her bed, revealing that the ruthless werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, had finally been apprehended and now resided in Azkaban.
Fenrir Greyback had stripped three out of four things that Antaria had cherished the most: Her sister's life, her parents' sanity, and the comfort of their love. All that remained was her godfather, Jesse Fenter.
Nevertheless, there was still one more person who survived that would haunt Antaria until she drew breath no longer.
Hayden Inequita had once been a dear friend, who had given up everything to Lord Voldemort, all for the false promises that Draco Malfoy, the love of her life, would finally be hers. Hayden, the now-former Death Eater, was out there planning Antaria's demise, for she blamed Antaria's involvement in protecting Harry Potter.
The story of Harry Potter, the Chosen One, was finished.
However, the quill and parchment of Antaria Centauri were beginning to write her tale…