A dark wizard once stalked the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, a school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. And he was as bad as a wizard could go, maybe worse.
His name then was Tom Riddle, now…his name is feared by all.
Or well, most.
The brave and powerful Albus Dumbledore is the only one who He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is afraid of. But he has died by the hands of one he trusted. Oh wait…
There is another the Dark Lord is afraid of. A boy. Imagine, the most powerful dark wizard of all time was frightened by a newborn.
Damn near laughable.
But then again, he had reason to be scared. A prophecy spoke of one who would oppose him. One who would win. One born of a Muggle-born mother. So, he tried to murder the infant, but instead was cast into oblivion, his weakened spirit form floating around from host to host much like a parasite.
The boy he tried to eliminate grew strong, with the help of a blood traitor and a Muggle-born. They gathered an Army within the tumbling walls of Hogwarts, overcoming every obstacle in their paths: from Malfoys to teachers, from frog-faced Conquistitors to too-fat Fudge. Even Tom himself…old and new.
What?
A half-breed, a Muggle and a blood traitor have beaten the wizard? Mere children? Why yes. And now, as they begin the summer before the last year of Hogwarts, they will find that Dumbledore was right: love is the only power that Voldemort can not and will not get. And it's the only way to stop him.