Here comes the apocalypse...
Getting excited with the release of HP and half blood prince this summer, and since I have officially finished all of my exams I though I would write a story. Characters belong to eith J.K rowling or WB. No infringement intended.
Prologue
The wizarding and wiccaning worlds had always been separate entaties. The wiccans power was natural, a heritage passed down from generation to generation, making them inatly magical beings. Their magic was such a part of the natural world that they had to be very careful with the consequence of their magical actions, so as not to upset the balance. The wizards on the other hand, possessed the ability to manipulate the energy around them, meaning that they did not have to follow the same strict rules. It also meant that wizards did not always follow the prescribed genetic path, leading to surprising transformations.
These two separate sectors of magic rarely mixed- each was too busy with their own personal aims. The wiccans had their never ending battle with evil to fight, whereas the wizards had created their own government and society. Both disapproved of what the other was doing, but neither interfered as long as the golden rule was kept; keep magic a secret.
This all changed with the death of the charmed ones, and the ascending of the twice blessed child to the Source of all evil, coinsiding with the long feared return of Lord Voldemort. Both worlds were suddenly faced with a raging war which threatened to spill over into the mortal world. And the situation only got worse. Because these two dark lords valued power above all else, and neither would bow before the other. So the wiccaning and wizarding worlds fought for the first time, because of the greed and power lust of two individuals touched by true evil. All that was achieved was more destruction.
In the middle of this deadly power struggle stood two boys, little more than children, yet holding the responsibility of the world on their shoulders. Both had lost all they held dear, and witnessed the undenialable harshness of death. Both had seen far more than any fifthteen year old should have. But they would see more...