I don't own anything, besides the idea represented below. If i did, i would be making u buy books at the bookstore...


Since time began a war has been waged in shadow, between what is good and what is evil.

It has been fought on grand scales and in the hearts of single individuals.

Evil has taken many forms and used the darkest of arts. In our time they call themselves simple Death Eaters.

The few good follow the part of Dumbledore. Most believe him to be the leader and also their saviour. He has saved them once, he can do it again.

How they have been deceived, blindly looking for a saviour where they themselves are no cause to be saved.

And yet, legend tells of a prophesied warrior, a lost soul. This warrior is a man. And it is his destiny to end the fight between good and evil. He is a treasure seeked by both sides, without whom they are destined to fail.

As a child he lost all that was good and was trusted into the hands of evil itself.

Years later he was to be found, returned to those he had saved. A new life, a new world and with it maybe hope.

Was it too much to ask?

Pain, Cruelty Death, Deceit and Betrayal. That was all that the world could give him.

Now, there was silence, a silence which would forever change this world, a silence which would define the fate of the future; define the fate of every man, women, child and creature whom call this world 'home', this was the silence of a storm.

The saviour, a prophesized warrior sat in complete darkness, where not even the angels above dared to shine. Yet, a small flame remained, one of a brighter future, of hope, a child's hope. A pure flame held by those who were lost.

In the darkness that surrounded, two emerald orbs sat defying the darkness, forever challenging, forever strong.

It was time.

The fate of all was decided, only the path yet to be shown.