Hope is Found in Darkness

by marleyquinn

Voldemort has finally accomplished plans that have been in motion for a while now, so why is it that 'He Who Must Not Be Named' has not been seen since Halloween '81. A devoted Dumbledore, and a destroyed wizarding world try to piece back together their world but with a presumed dead savior what hope is left?

Authors Note;

Hey everyone, so this is a new story that has been going in my mind for some time now and I know that I said I would not be writing again so soon but this has been something that I have been trying to include in my first story The Prince of Night but I was unsuccessful and so well here are the musings towards a new story that will probably be similar in some way as I find that writing a Dark Harry fic is something that I enjoy.
Anyway I hope that you enjoy this taster/teaser as a first chapter and if it is possible for the people out there that do read my work please leave a review or a PM as I would love to have feedback good or bad as opinions are always welcome.

Elongated dashes are used as scene breaks

On with the story.

Chapter 1 – The Fates are Playing

A light wet sprinkle of mist coated the grass that protected the church, along with a mid-waist cobbled wall, weathered with time that stood strong. Warm lighting welcomed to all those that passed by and entered the church. Today was a memorial day. No celebrations would pass this village; no smiles would grace the faces of this village. For today was the day those 3 years ago, a family was torn and broken, a village left shattered, a world left with no hope.

Darkness is found in all light, and hope is found in darkness.

Hogwarts Castle, Dumbledore's Office

Objects of question guarded the grooved oak desk, while a man seated behind pondered his choices and questioned his judgement. Now Albus Dumbledore was not a man that made mistakes but guiltily when a mistake was made is was a large one, and this situation was regrettably most definitely a large mistake made on his part. You see Dumbledore had no considered that one would be taken, in fact the thought had never made home within his mind, but alas one had been taken, and what was worse; the fact that one had been taken and so young at that or that the whole family could of been abolished? Neither was a possibility that Dumbledore wished to have on his hands, but it seemed as though luck was not on his side and that in either hand he held each possibility.

No amount of planning or manoeuvring could of stopped this from happening, it was fates unknown that laid out this plan as though it a game and nothing, nothing at all Dumbledore could do would stop the fates from playing.

"Is it true my Lord? Have you accomplished what you needed?"
"Why yes, my loyal servant as you knew I would"
"Of course my Lord no disrespect intended it is just that I am, at a loss for words my Lord, I.."
"Never doubted me my faithful servant, I would be most displeased."
"Never my Lord, never to you I put my faith and gratitude of course you were most successful, if I may take my leave my Lord?"
"As you wish, rest is needed if we are to accomplish more of my plans, you may leave"

Turning from the Lord a straight backed darkness walked briskly towards the exit with emotions bubbling inside; glee, fulfilment and even joy, what had happened tonight was something in which no one could have anticipated, the Lord was truly powerful.

"Oh, and Bella get the newest within my ranks to clean out the 6th dungeon on the West wing. We're going to need a new play room."