A/N: This story has been bugging around in my head for awhile now so I have decide to create it. (Note I do not know when I'll work next on MoY, but I try to balance them all chool?)
Prolouge
Death, is it the begging or ending?
Is it about the searching or finding?
Laying down and crying?
What are you death,
Who are you?
Green flashes, green flashes,
Phoenix ashes, Phoenix ashes
That's what haunt my mind
That's what can't be left behind
In the darker solitudes
A young woman sits a lowly lighted study. Favorite books line the shelves. The women herself looks normal; she's all but that all though. She leans back in her chair sighing. Behind her lidded eyes she hears her protégée calling to her. Her student was screaming, her student was crying, her student was in shock. He called to her.
"Harry, Harry, Harry…" She whispered. She stood up, grabbed some books of her shelves and walked out of the room though a black veil. She had to go visit an old student, and send for her latest one.
A/N2: Uwwww…. Wonder what's going to happen next? (Actully good question cause I don't know. JK)