(A/N: Hello Everyone. This is my first chi–, errr, I mean fanfic. I hope you enjoy reading it. The plot will develop a lot more from here, and I think that the story, in general, will be fairly long. I am going to try to deal with most characters in JK Rowling's series. There will be new relationships, and we can't forget about 'He Must Not Be Named' can we? I am trying to focus the story on the latter. I am not a huge fan of romance, and I really suck at writing it. So if that's what you're looking for you've come to the wrong place. Well, what are we waiting for? On with the tale.)
Thank you to: Ankha, QDramaStr, Slytherin Girl, AngelZash, Tantz, Lady Reaper of the Shadows, and DizzyTizzy, for inspiring me to write a fic of my own. And to Nari Dragon-girl and hyparly4suger, for keeping me relatively sane! All hail the Chickens – right? You guys are the best!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that JK Rowling owns. She is the mastermind behind Harry Potter and I am not. Although I do admit it would be nice. I do own the few new characters and that will come up later and the plot. Please ask if you want to borrow anything from my story. I would do the same for anyone else.
Author: Princess of Mirkwood
Title: Dark Star Rising
All other information can most likely be found in my bio.
~Prologue~
They come for me now. The ones whom I once called friends. So long ago that time seems now. A time where 'The Boy Who Lived' filled the hearts of so many people with hope. Hope indeed. Hope that the Dark would be overturned, and all would be as it should. False hope. Resting on a soul that would never be able to handle the awe and loyalty that was presented to it.
It plainly could not cope, and was replaced by another. Another that saw the errors its predecessor possessed. That one was myself. They never knew or suspected of course, the fools. Blinded by their devotion and the Darkness; so easily overcome. Only in their wildest dreams could they doubt their saviour. But I made dreams come true to fix my past. I saw the power within me growing stronger day by day, hour by hour, and I asked myself: strong enough to do what?
Soon the answer came. Not clear at first, no, not clear at all, and only with the help of a close acquaintance; but gradually I understood the path I was to take, and began the journey that was set out for me at the very beginning and that led me here, to where I am now.
Among traitors, past friends, and the painful memories of my past, I wait as my demise is being planned before my eyes. Allegedly helpless, I have only to wait for my captors to make their final attempt on my life, for that will be when the fun really begins. They've no idea of what they are in for.
~End of Prologue~
A/N: And so it begins. Stay tuned for more. I really hope you all liked this, and I apologise for it being so short, it was hard to write; I've never done anything like it before. I also thought it was more fun than the first chapter I originally posted. That chapter will hopefully be re-posted in a week, after I make some changes. So while you're waiting, go review! Flames are accepted, and will be used to burn "Professor" Umbridge alive! Thanks for taking the time to read this!
-L
