October 31 is officially marked on the calendar as Dark Lord Day- the day that Voldemort defeated Harry Potter back in 1981. Not only defeated Harry Potter, but decimated what remained of both the Potter and the Evans families. Now, 31 years later, Voldemort is slowly conquering the world.

All of the British Isles, along with most of Europe and some of Africa are under his control. But Voldemort is patient. He takes his time, because he feels that there is no reason for him to hurry, because all of these countries will eventually be conquered. He doesn't need to hurry, because he is immortal, with 7 horcruxes hidden across the world.

Most of the Order of the Phoenix has been killed, not counting Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, the latter still in the Dark Lord's Service. The other two were currently in hiding, (last rumored to be seen in America) and doing small things to help with the war effort against Voldemort, but no one was sure about whether or not Dumbledore was still alive, as no one had seen him for the past 15 years.

Things were grim. Almost every single person in the world, even the free ones, woke up every morning, looked at the paper for more news of death and defeat. Voldemort seemed to be unstoppable. But as it always does, life goes on, at least it does for some.


Charlie Murtha was a popular boy, born to a normal, non-magical family in the state of Vermont in the United States of America. But he was a peculiar kid.

He was born on the stroke of midnight at the turn of the century, on January 1, 2000. Strange things seemed to always happen around him, such as the fact that when he had particularly vivid dreams, they had a strange tendency to come true, quite literally.

He wasn't particularly large, maybe a little taller than most of the kids in his class, and pretty thin, but pretty muscular, and he had never lost a fight. His opponents could just never seem to hit him hard enough. But he was always gracious about winning, helping his opponents up after the fight.

He was very athletic, the fastest competitive swimmer in all of New England, he was ranked #2 on his tennis team, which had won the New England Title for 3 years in a row, and even though he was still in fifth grade, a year away from middle school, he was a member of the A team for both the basketball and soccer teams at the middle school, and both had won state champion titles.

He was well liked in his school. He was a natural leader, even to the older kids, and people seemed to be drawn to him as though as he were a magnet. Nobody really hated, or even dislike Charlie Murtha, except for maybe some of his teachers. He payed attention in the classes that interested him, but for the others, he constantly slacked off and started fooling around, trying to make people laugh- sometime at the expense of the teacher's pride. On these occasions, he got a trip to the principal's office, but the principal was amoung the teachers who like Charlie, so he'd usually get off with a warning and a light punishment.

Every day went like a routine, and things way out of the ordinary rarely happened. That was until one day, several months before his 11th birthday, when that strange man visited his house and changed his life forever.