AN: Hello and welcome to my fic! Please keep in mind that there will be 9 chapters in all so you will have a lot more to look forward to. I do hope you take the time to read and review this. I have worked really hard on the plot and character development… so please *gets on knees and begs* please review. *Big wobbly chibi eyes* Fred and George would beat me up if this became a total flop, and we don't want that to happen now do we? Heh. *gulp* Anyway, I'll shut up now. Oh and sorry for the lack of Slashness in the first few chapters. But the best things are saved for last right? ^_^ Ja!
Also: In the next chapters you will encounter my made up character, Kaleb. If you enjoy her you should take a gander at the other story she's featured in, in which yours truly co-wrote with CrystalStarGaurdian (Read her slashy stories too! They're very, *very* good.) It's H/D slash so of course it's reading worthy! Look for "Operation Matchmaker" in CrystalStarGaurdian's profile.
Also Again: Heh ^_^() Sorry but I changed the name of this fic obviously… I think it's more fitting, don't you?
Thanks: I'd like to thank my friend and Beta Reader CrystalStarGaurdian for well, being my Beta Reader and my friend! ^_^ Heh… I love you even if you are evil!
Chapter One: Prologue
The room was a vague circle structure consisting of dark gray walls, three chairs and a rickety old table placed in the center. The furniture was made from the cheapest wood affordable and the polish on the wood floor no longer gleamed as it did so long ago. The forgotten room was always unnoticed; but today was not like any other day. And so the room was occupied for a change, but it's purpose was most unusual.
The tension stuck to the air like glue, clogging up its innocence, suffocating hope and could probably even make ones heart stop from the pressure. But they hadn't dropped dead, yet. Three people, one to each chair, sat staring at one another, each apprehensive facing looking at the next. A blonde girl was characteristically slouching in her chair; her weary eyes glancing around and her hair was tangled in an unkempt disheveled mess. Two boys took up the other two, one with messy black hair, leaning his head on his hand and the other blonde boy sitting abnormally straight and unnecessarily refined. In appearance, they looked like complete opposites. That is, except for their eyes. For each was gifted with a pair of bright unusual colored eyes. One green and bright as emerald, one blue and gray like a stormy rain cloud, and the last a mix of the two creating a violent aqua.
A book was laid open on the table. Pages yellowed and crinkled in age, but the writing it concealed was anything but its appearance. Suddenly the trio turned and stared at the book, as if it were calling them to attention. And something like realization sparked in their eyes.
The meeting itself was based on a single and seemingly simple decision, a decision that was weighing lives with lives.
After a long moment of silence, a simultaneous nod was made and the decision was set without a single word spoken.
A decision based on the greater good; to destroy Voldemort once and for all.
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