Prologue
WIZARDING WORLD IN CHAOS AS THE CHOSEN ONE HAS BEEN DECLARED DEAD
Last night in an intense battle between You-Know-Who and Harry Potter, the young 16 year old met his end. Voldemort used his modified fiend fire curse when the young boy was at his weakest. Nothing could be done and only ashes remain. All of his family and friends are arranging one small funeral with only several people but then there will be a huge one where a memorial will be set up and everyone can come say their prayers. Everyone is in a state of distraught.
When the boy was defeated, Voldemort seemed to have been injured too. He-Who-Must-Not-Be Named has disappeared with many of his death eaters. It is said that he is gaining power to completely destroy the Wizarding world once and for all. So we don't have much time left. Already riots have begun, people fearing for their lives. Everyone will get safety pamphlets which contain new rules, regulations and emergency portkeys to keep you as safe as possible.
Rufus Scrimgeour will also be contacting the muggle prime minister to inform him of the news. It was one of Voldemort's aims to get rid of muggles and muggle borns.
Please stay calm... Our aurors and workers are doing their absolute best to ensure your safety. Stay with your families and we wish you all good luck.
There was a furious growl and the paper was thrown into the fire. Harry Potter stormed to his window and began writing an extremely threatening letter to the headmaster of Durmstrang. He had read that article ten times and half a plan had already formulated in his mind. He petted Hedwig before sending her off with the letter.
"This can't be happening!" he groaned as he took a swig of firewhiskey. He had been declared dead when he was very much alive. At the battle he had turned into his animagus form, a phoenix and Voldemort had set him on fire. It had taken a bit of time to form into the new bird as it wasn't a burning day. He had flown to one of the Potter estates he had inherited which was just on the outskirts of Scotland as he couldn't transform back into a human. When he had woken up the next day, he was human and by reading the daily prophet, dead.
That is when he began planning. This wasn't over. Voldemort was still alive. He could stick to a new identity until Voldemort fully returned. He could go to Hogwarts as a different person, which is why he had sent the letter to none other than Igor Karkaroff; he had heard the man was a genius in forgery. Harry had planned to meet the man and threatened he should be alone. He felt his head throb and so he slugged over to his bed. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. When would everything be ok? Was he destined to die by the hands of Voldemort or would he kill Voldemort? Could he have a family? Was marriage in the question and then kids? He felt all his questions fade as sleep took over him and not long later Harry Potter was sound asleep.
Wahhaay my first chappy done :D How was it? love it? hate it? Any mistakes? PLEASE tell me! I know the prologue wasn't that good but i will try harder! Thaaaaanks!