Author Notes: Hello! Thank you for reading my first Harry Potter fic. This is my first one in this area, so bear with me. It is a Tom Riddle/OC fic. It will start out a little slow but I think as it moves on it'll get better and better. I hope. Anyways, if you are able, please leave me a review so that I'll know how I'm doing. Thank you again.
On what was to be a joyous day remained a heavy day as it began. The sun no longer brought joy to those who were awakened by it's rays. Instead, it brought remorse for those who were awakened by it's gentle kisses, for they were forced to face another day of hell.
The war was still going strong and showed no sign of stopping. The Dark Lord grew more and more powerful everyday and the number of his minions grew. Many switched sides for the safety under the Dark's shadow.
The Boy Who Lived had failed to kill his enemy. Now the price was being paid.
The Light soon became known as the Resistance. A resistance of the dominating force who led lives far from civilization known as the Wizarding World. Instead, these people lived in solitude, with the hope that they would be able to live as their ancestors did before the war began. Lives of happiness, without fear or worry. Yet, there was fear and sadness. There was misery. It was the misery of the Dark without being under the Dark.
The Dark Lord never made any real attempt to forever get rid of those who didn't live in his ideal world. They were like little mites, he explained, they were not a real problem.
The Resistance lived in groups all throughout the world. These groups were looked down upon by those in the Dark Civilization. The groups, being "primitive," were called "tribes" and brought nasty jokes to the Resistance, but the Resistance took the name with pride.
Recently, an upstart youth had taken power within these tribes. What upset the Dark Civilization more was the fact that this new leader was a Potter...