Prologue: Just a Taste of War
Disclaimer: J.k. Rowling owns all the characters except the ones I made up.
January 15, 1998-
I knew it was going to happen I don't know why I was so surprised. I am currently sitting on the small, dusty bed in the Shrieking Shack writing this. Well I'll just say why I am here: Hogwarts was defeated. I know it shocks me too, it still does. The unbreakable wards of Hogwarts fell easily enough . All the students were gone. Flooed away. All except us. After all, who better to fight against Voldemort than the one whose blood brought him back. Pettigrew, the bastard was the one to perform the ritual. 'Blood of the foe....bone of thy father....and flesh of thine servant', that sort of thing. It was because of me that Cedric died and all the countless others.......but they won't be forgotten, and they will be avenged.
Strange how a baby could succeed where countless wizards failed. Funny how a baby caused the Dark Lords downfall, Voldemort's fall of power. Though if you asked Dumbledore, he would tell you that it was less that and more of the Sacrifice, and he's probably right too. After all, how could the all- seeing, all- knowing Dumbledore be wrong. Well he can make mistakes, and has, big mistakes. After all, how can you trust someone who so blatantly kept the truth about you under lock and key? You can't. He lied about why Voldemort killed my parents in the first place, or at least told a half truth, and sometimes those are just as bad. He kept the Prophecy from me. He kept vital information from me, information that could have saved lives, could of saved His life. Sirius.... I'm so sorry, but rest assured that I will avenge you, wherever you are. I dream of the Veil every night. Hear his screams, pleas for help, accusations. Every night I relive the one at the department of mysteries. Oh Sirius...I miss you, it's my fault your dead, and Bellatrix's as well. If we hadn't gone looking for you after I had that vision....... If I had contacted you first....but I didn't, and as Remus says 'you can't change the past, but you can make the best of the future.' But what's a future without you in it?
Anyway, according to the Prophecy, Voldemort raided Godric's Hollow in an attempt to kill me and my parents were just in the way. He would have succeeded too if not for my mothers sacrifice. It was her love that reflected the killing curse back upon the one who cast it, effectively reducing He Who Must Not Be Named to He Who is Nothing. Apparently he only knew half the prophecy, about me having the power to defeat him. If he knew the rest he probably would have took a more cautious course of action to dispose of me. Only I can stop him now that he's returned.
Here's the full Prophecy-
'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.......
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies.....
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark
Lord knows not.... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.....
Depressing isn't it? Well I actually think Hermione was right about
writing down your problems, it does help a bit. Well I guess I should
start writing about what happened at Hogwarts. From here on everything
I write will be the full truth. Let me tell you of how Hogwarts was
conquered.
Short I know but it is only the prologue, I promise other chapters to be longer. This I s a new idea, at least I hope so. Please review.
