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The Dawn of a New Age
It was raining. That was to be expected. It was England after all.
The people of London were used to it. In fact, the world was used to London's weather. Usually dreary and drizzling, with a splash of sunlight and blue sky.
Generations of people, both normal and otherwise, had been born, had lived, and had died under this weather. It had witness miracles and horrors.
Today, it would witness yet more.
The Central Criminal Court of London, known as Old Bailey, was quiet. People came and went huddled under umbrellas in the rain. The guilty were judged, and the innocent were given salvation. Above this all, Lady Justice stood tall on the dome, watching over all who entered the great doors.
She had watched countless murderers, rapists, thieves, and madmen receive sentencing. She was about to see something new.
A loud crack echoed through the air. People stopped in their tracks, trying to make sense of the cloaked figure who had suddenly appeared in their midst.
He seemed untouched by rain or wind, as though the elements themselves feared him so much that they didn't dare to affect him.
The figure stretched his arm out. A long, intricately carved stick was held in his grasp.
The mysterious man said a word.
The world exploded.
By the time the Aurors and Obliviators arrived, the damage was done. Fifty Muggles were dead, and countless more were dying. As the wizards worked to control the blaze, they saw what had been left behind.
Lady Justice looked down upon the ruined square. The raging fires took shape, burning a shape into the ground. Even after the flames were finally extinguished, the mark would remain until the Unspeakables arrived.
Left behind, the mark was both old and new.
Scorched into the ground outside Old Baily was a triangle. A circle rested inside it, bisected by a single line.
The Mark of the Deathly Hallows had been burned into the world by pure Fiendfyre.
The cloaked figure watched the wizards scramble for a few minutes before vanishing in a crack, leaving a changed world behind.
Consider this a Morsel of What is to Come.
Thank You.
-Z