Thirteen years ago...the world, the beautiful Earth as everyone, magic and
muggle alike knew had ended. No one had seen it coming, not the muggle
government, the Ministry of Magic, the Order of the Phoenix, not even the
vaunted Harry Potter himself.
On that day, Voldemort made a decision, if he could not have the world, no one would. He had no one curse to cause devastation, so he stole what he needed form the muggles. Nuclear Weapons, enchanted with every vile curse the Dark Lord could think of, placed at major points all over the globe, some even in the air, all set off at once, exactly midnight, July 31st.
There was no warning, just massive a flash of light in the darkness. Cities, governments, disappeared in an instant. Curses, feeding off the energy from the blasts, flew across the globe, killing, mutilating, and torturing people. The massive amount of energy released, both magical and not, cause massive environmental changes, forests turned to deserts, tidal waves surged over shores. The Earth's innate magical energy became unbalanced, mutating magical creatures, even some witches and wizards. The sky now glowed different colors, weather patterns gone. This was no longer truly Earth.
It was once again July 31st, it has been thirteen years since the world's death, as it is now called, and on the floor of an abandoned warehouse, somewhere on the east coast of what used to be the United States, a man awoke, messy black hair, glasses and a lighting bolt scar. Today, Harry Potter turns 30...today he begins his journey home, to his destiny.
**Thanks for reading, this is just the intro, please R&R, tell me whatcha think, this is my very first fic, and I hope it will be a good one.**
On that day, Voldemort made a decision, if he could not have the world, no one would. He had no one curse to cause devastation, so he stole what he needed form the muggles. Nuclear Weapons, enchanted with every vile curse the Dark Lord could think of, placed at major points all over the globe, some even in the air, all set off at once, exactly midnight, July 31st.
There was no warning, just massive a flash of light in the darkness. Cities, governments, disappeared in an instant. Curses, feeding off the energy from the blasts, flew across the globe, killing, mutilating, and torturing people. The massive amount of energy released, both magical and not, cause massive environmental changes, forests turned to deserts, tidal waves surged over shores. The Earth's innate magical energy became unbalanced, mutating magical creatures, even some witches and wizards. The sky now glowed different colors, weather patterns gone. This was no longer truly Earth.
It was once again July 31st, it has been thirteen years since the world's death, as it is now called, and on the floor of an abandoned warehouse, somewhere on the east coast of what used to be the United States, a man awoke, messy black hair, glasses and a lighting bolt scar. Today, Harry Potter turns 30...today he begins his journey home, to his destiny.
**Thanks for reading, this is just the intro, please R&R, tell me whatcha think, this is my very first fic, and I hope it will be a good one.**