Author's Note: Alright, this is just a new idea that came to me today and I'm not sure if it will be successful. This is just the prologue right now, so it's not too exciting as it just sets the stage for what will happen later on. Please keep this in mind as you read and let me know how (if) you like it.
Prologue
After the Voldemort Wars, as they came to be called, the entire wizarding world lay in suffering. Countless witches and wizards, both good and bad, were dead and had left their children as orphans. Homes were destroyed and trust became a rarity. Everyone was angry at Lord Voldemort for the state of their lives, though he had met his end at the hands of the young man known as Harry Potter. Even Voldemort's once-faithful Death Eaters, in their misery, blamed him entirely and found themselves no longer afraid to say the dark wizard's name.
Aurors were busy hunting down Voldemort's followers and putting them on trial before the Ministry of Magic. Harry Potter, fresh out of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was in training to become an Auror, and it was rumored that he would be extremely successful in his chosen field. No one was surprised at this, however, because his parents and others that he had come to love were dead because of Voldemort's evils.
Azkaban, the prison for wizards, was quickly filling up, much to the dementors' joy — that is, if they could feel joy. The judges at the Ministry were reluctant to put any more people to death, so the usual sentence for a former Death Eater became anywhere from three to ten years in Azkaban, depending on the severity of the acts they had committed. Even the shortest amount of time spent in the dreaded prison was a horror that would never be forgotten.
So life went on, the wizarding world slowly rebuilding what had been lost. Hope began to creep back into the hearts of magic folk everywhere, although the terror that Voldemort's power had caused would remain forever.
A/N: I know it's not much, but please review!