The Legend of Harry Potter
Prelude: Times of darkness
Harry Potter does not belong to me.
This is a redo of the legend of Harry Potter, this version should be easier to read, have better spelling and grammar, and explain things better, with more details and a better-directed story. I have made some story line changes but I think that the make the story better and get ride of some of the bigger flaws in the old version.
Voldemort lay on the ground, the life seeping from him slowly.
"Its over Tom" Harry said as he staggered towards him, both wands pointed at Voldemort
"Is that what you truly believe?"
Harry stopped just meters from where the dark lord lay.
He looked at him for a moment, the most feared of all wizards at his feet, heaving for each breath, sweat running down his face.
"Scared Tom?" Harry asked
"Can you really do it Harry? Can you really kill me?"
"Kill the man who murdered my parents? Who stole my life, yes I can. I hate you, I hate you! " Harry screamed then suddenly leaned forward to catch his breath on the verge of tears.
"I have offered you everything"
"You have offered me nothing but death and pain… your evil"
"Your not going to do it Harry, you cant kill me, I am all you have left"
"I have friends and a family that love me, I have everything that matters, and with you dead I will finally be able to enjoy it"
He took a breath; he felt it run through his lungs like it was his last.
"Avada Kedavra" he said.
Nothing happened
Voldemort raised his pale face and smiled "you have to mean it Harry"
"I do" Harry said, a tear appearing at the corner of his eye.
He fell forward onto his knees
He wiped away the tear before it could run down his cheek.
"Why not take a rest, your out of energy Harry, you don't have the power to defeat me like this" Said Voldemort as he slowly used his arm to push himself into a sitting position, still heaving he leaned forward.
"Harry, it doesn't have to be this way"
"Yes it does" suddenly Harry turned his wand on the dark lord.
"I do hate you, and I have energy enough to end this now"
Voldemort recoiled and fell back down as Harry suddenly stood again, his wand inches from the dark lords face.
Voldemort tried to push himself back up, but there was so much blood now, he could feel it now.
Death was so close.
Harry's breaths were heavy and even, he looked at the face of Tom Riddle.
'How many?' He wondered 'how many had those eyes watch die'
Anger surged inside of him.
"AVADA KEDAVRA" he yelled
There was a blinding green light.
Then all was quiet and all was still.
Harry Fell to the stone floor exhausted and closed his eyes.
Time changes many things.
It flows like water cutting away riverbeds washing away the old and bringing the new.
The old world was not a world without problems, years of war had its toll, but still in the end good had triumphed over evil.
That was until the new world had begun, bringing with it a new order of things.
And now it seemed at times like there was nothing left that was good.
Cullen looked towards the forest and a hoarse howl of some fowl creature meet his ears.
It was the deep sadness in his heart, which had led him up there, staring at the sky with a hope he could not fathom.
He shook his head, what hope?
Despair ruled their world, and had for more years than he cared to think of.
Laughter, joy, happiness rear jewels in a desert filled with death and darkness.
He read about and tried to imagine what the day must have been like, before the great long darkness had settled itself eternally over the earth.
Daytime and nighttime held no place in the new world.
Time itself seemed to hold little worth, just endlessness, darkness, and more darkness.
In a world filled with so much darkness, filled with so little joy what point was there to life any more.
It was true they tried to keep hope, encouraged the young to get married and have children.
But it seemed that the resistance after clinging on for so many years would not last for many more generations, with out hope, how could there be life.
For what reason was there left to bring more life into the world when the bringing of new life usually ended with a deep darkness, empty sadness, and a nothingness that was to painful to bear.
But still that feeling of hope wouldn't leave him alone, even now as something rotten and dark was attacking the Order form its very heart threatening to destroy all that was left of the resistance, all that was left of the Order of the Phoenix, something else was happening, to bring him hope.
The hope he held reluctantly in his heart, that wouldn't leave him alone, was a rumour.
In any other circumstances he would not have listened to a rumour of this kind, many like it had found his ear over the years.
But never in all of his life had such a rumour installed so much fear in there enemy, never had there enemy been so dangerous, there fear propelled them as if death was about to take them, they lashed out at the resistance and any one (guilty or not) that they suspected could be part of the order.
Death had found its way into every city and town. Neighbours reported their suspicions about neighbours who would be executed with out question.
Indeed for an empire who had so much control over the world, in every aspect of every day life, and with only the pitiful leftovers of the order to annoy it.
Its current state of fear and chaos (by its own doing) told him something very important.
For he new a simple rumour was not enough to have such an effect, unless there was truth in the rumour, unless it was more than just a rumour.
Every day he listened for more whispers of hope, more whispers of news that every day found its way to the main headquarters of the order of the phoenix form the other outposts and smaller order headquarters around the globe.
And every day he listened intently.
And every day his hope grew.
Not just for him, but every one in the castle.
They were all reluctant to believe it, how much more painful would it be if they had admitted there hope for it only to be squashed yet again?
But every day they herd more and more of the legend of Harry Potter, of Lucius's silver box, of a book that was found holding details of the whereabouts of the box, of a small group of people on the run from the empire.
Although officially they down played there hopes to the families who lived with in the resistance, the order of the phoenix had put all of its outposts and headquarters on alert, they all had a small group assigned to listing out and trying to find the hero's on the run from the empire and to assist them to the high headquarters at Hogwarts.
Secretly he knew all of the order was waiting with bated breath to find this group. To prove it to be more than just a rumour and more than just a legend.