Prologue

The Forbidden Forest wasn't always forbidden. There was a time when it was a place of beauty and laughter. The sun was always shining through the branches of the trees and centaurs and unicorns galloped through the river's stream.

It was truly beautiful, but the place where Hogwarts students could once have picnics changed into a horrid place of terror overnight. The night You-Know -Who disappeared after an unfortunate encounter with a two year old boy.

Some say the darkness over the forest was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's soul, who came back to haunt Hogwarts until the day he could get revenge once and for all and gain power over the entire Wizarding world….

But only some

Chapter 1: Alone

"Dear Quirinus Quirrell. We are glad to inform you that you that you have been Promoted to the Defence Against The Darks Arts post." Quirrell read out loud from the letter he just took out his owl mail box. "Whoopdeedoo!" Quirrell said sarcastically. "Defence Against The Dark Arts T-te-Teacher, just what I always wanted to be." He went on complaining sarcastically as he walked up the stairs to his apartment. "Yeah, it's not as if I wanted to be the Herbology teacher, no, that post is taken by an old lady with a beard for hair and a nose stolen from a troll…"

Quirrell got to his apartment and unlocked the door, but just as he wanted to open it he heard a loud scuffling noise from inside, then he heard wings flapping. He burst into his apartment just to see three ravens flying out his balcony door. He ran out onto the balcony and saw the Ravens on the shoulders of their owners making a run for it.

"YOU BASTARDS!" he shouted "C-COME BACK HERE! Or I'll…. P-pr-Press charges!" it was to no avail. They were getting away. He just got out his wand to throw some sort of spell to them. "St-st-stu-stu-STUPEFY!" It was no use, his stupid stutter messed up the spell and by the time the green energy burst from his wand, they were gone. Quirrell could only hear them laughing maniacally as they ran off down Diagonal Alley.

Quirrell turned around and let out a scream of anger. All the flowers on his balcony was ruined. He let out another scream of anger. He worked on those flowers all summer, now it's gone. He ran into his apartment, still shouting.

You see, he knew these kids. They were Hogwarts students. Fifth years. Gregg Finn, "Zippy" Robert Kempf and Frank Nurks were their names. They always tried to make his life miserable. It won't help to press charges, he knew that, because nobody really cared enough about him to be bothered of helping him.

His whole apartment was a mess. The living room had bird poop all over the carpet and the sofa was half shredded. In the kitchen the pumpkin juice on the counter got knocked over and was splattered all over the floor. All the papers in his study were flying around the place. There was raven eggs on his bed, which was also half shredded. And then one of the ravens threw up giliweed infront of his toilet in the middle of the bathroom.

The place was disgusting. Now he wasn't exactly Albus Dumbledore, so he didn't know how to clean with magic. He only tried using "Reparo" on his bed, sofa, the pumpkin juice holder and ALL the papers from his study. The rest he had to do on his own.

It took a while to clean the whole place up. While he was cleaning the living room he found the Hogwarts letter which was now covered in poop. And he thought he couldn't get more disgusted by that letter. He picked it up and immediately threw it in the trash can, he was thinking of burning it, but then his apartment would have smelled like burned poop.

He was done cleaning in the late afternoon when he walked out onto the balcony to look at his flowers. They were destroyed, and nobody cared. He just had to face it, nobody cared about him at all. He could feel himself crying, on the balcony, anyone could see him, as the sissy he really was. He knew he was a sissy, a wimpy little professor.

But he will someday show the world that he is more than that. He'll show them, somehow.