Note: I do not own Harry Potter.
Note #2: I reread what I wrote oh so long ago and cringed. So, I wrote this nifty little prologue, backed up the other chapters, deleted them from the site, and made the plan of redoing the story. Don't expect frequent updates, but I will complete it. If I take more than a month to post, pester the hell out of me. Please give me some reviews with some substance, any criticism is good.
Awaken. I hope you can hear me now. You've been prying into things you shouldn't, trying to discover a past that is mine. Very well...
It started as a whisper, but it grew to a scream. It crawled from the crevices of my darkened mind and conquered my most conscious and controlled thoughts. It was a stranger, a traveler within my vessel, but it grew into an ally, a confidant. My Voice has guided me through my dark childhood and into a realm of power and influence. I have grown into a man who can become the man of men, the wizard of wizards. I will never falter; I have the experience of a lifetime and my own.
The world which produced me will suffer. My creator deserves retribution for its obvious foolish action. To be different is a sin. They are saints. I am the devil. Yet in this mythical battle between good and evil, evil shall prevail, for the victory of good is a hope, to be good is flawed in conflict.
I feel this world staring upon me. It stares in admiration, in hope, in love. They admire, they love, they hope for an image, not a truth. The image is a means to control the truth, for the truth has its time, has its place. Its time is not now, and its place is of the other world.
I am a demented being, composed of many beings. I have my roots from my vessel's early, formative years and my beings' integration. Had my past been different, it is impossible to know who would prevail, innocence or hardened experience. These memories of that time created me, yet they haunt me, they distract. They must be removed, they must become a shadow in my mind, for there are more pressing matters at hand.
And so, my prisoner, my failed tool, press your eyes into the bowl. Look into the bowels of my mind and know what came from them. Know me. Revel in that knowledge as you watch my taking of the world and the destruction of the other. Farewell.
