A/N: So I may have not known what to do with this story until now but now I know, Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Prologue
It had been two days since the fall of Voldemort, the Ministry gave the pre-approved recounting of events, bringing news of the fall, and the casualties of the battle, books were being written, medals awarded and burials to be prepared, there was sadness in the air falling heavy on everyone who had lost someone, like a rain filled cloud. Everyone in the Wizarding community felt a kind of pride, quiet celebrations reminiscent of those years ago had surfaced in dark pubs and seedy bars.
"It's over."
We had all lost someone we cared about, be it friend or family, everyone was grieving too much to celebrate their victory, with happy celebrations, just the whisperings of.
"It's over."
Raising their glasses for the lives lost, families torn apart, so many friendships destroyed, lovers lost and secrets taken to the grave never to be revealed, for the people that would never raise a glass again.
It felt so out of place to be feeling any sort of positive emotion, for the first few days, but as the days passed, and the remnants of the War were cleared away, as the slightly broken community came out of their houses out of the dark finally seeing the light that was always at the end of the tunnel. We knew that it would be okay and the someone finally had the power to turn on the light, now all we had to do was move forward. because humanity is like a mirror it is fragile but once it is broken it can be pieced together and it will have cracks, it will never be the same but at least you can still see trough it.
Decades ago a prophecy was predicted as the fall of Grindelwald was being dealt with, by a woman of greying thin blonde hair, a woman who had lost all but hope.
"After the fall, we shall rebuild and when he is nearly forgotten, there shall be a rise of the darkest to grace the land, he will follow the wrong one, a boy of ebony hair and emerald eyes, death shall mark him as the one, but it will be a flaw, the one shall be marked by pain and loss a mark much more painful than a physical one, she shall live and help the boy through the dark he shall live, and she will shine the light of the generation for the fall of the dark one and the one who manipulates the dark. The Gray, the Flame, the Fallen Star, and the Observer shall unite and bring down the dark for the second time in their eternal lives."
The woman's clouded eyes focused and she fell to the floor, the hope in her heart grew knowing that they shall rebuild and knowing that even in the darkest of time there will be light.
A/N: So if you know my writing style, you know I like poetic things and drama so this will be one hell of a ride! So review and tell me if you liked it or not!