Disclaimer: We all know who these characters belong to, and seeing as I'm neither blonde nor British, I'm not her.
Ok so I know this story was waaaayyy different and it had more chapters but it frustrated me and i didn't know what i was doing with it or were the story was going...but now i've figured that out, so yea. this time i'll be better with updates but i do have school so i will make excuses ;) and i hope the next chapter will be up by the weekend so wish me luck!
(Prologue)
"Maybe Fate isn't the pond you swim in but the fisherman floating on top of it, letting you run the line wild until you are weary enough to be reeled back in."
Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts
On September 1st 1971 forty-three 11-year-olds walked into Kings Cross Station anticipating the magic on the opposite side of the barrier. They were not disappointed, but the magic waiting for them was unpredictable, it was undefined. This meant that it was up to this generation of students to decide how to shape and mold this magic. They could make it pure, powerful or twisted. It was all up to them, but they didn't have a clue just how much this mattered. The great witches and wizards these 11-year-olds would become, will have the power to save or destroy the wizard world, and their choices will decide which comes to pass.
No matter what their path became or the turns it made, screams lived in their minds, dormant and ever present. Their lives were tainted, changed forever and fated to end. Of course all lives are, so maybe it's not as terrible as it seems...
In fact it wasn't, it was worse, for some more than others. Not to make seem as if their lives were terrible, many lived lives full of love, laughter and happiness. Of course anger, fear and sorrow played roles in their time on earth...but that's to be expected. It's surprising these things didn't play larger roles. But I think that's what makes their lives so unique, so real and complete.
Because of the raw power gifted to them, they will put themselves in grave danger to save those they love and those they have yet to meet. They will face their fears and not always conquer them. They will learn the true meaning of bravery, and that you don't have to be in Gryffindor to posses it. They will live lives that tell a story, one that longs to be told.
This is not a story of love, or hate, its a story of life and all the things that go with it. So yes there is romance and grief, snogging and murder, yet none of those things stand alone, and neither do those whose lived through them.
By no means is this the beginning of their story, but its as good a place to start as any.