Disclaimer: -depressed sigh- I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: 'Ello ladies and gents. This is the prolouge to my very first story and I am quite excited! And anyway, yes this is a slash, not quite sure on a parring yet but it will be Harry with someone. I will open a poll with possible parings after chapter four.
It was wet, cloudy, and dark, and it was only twelve noon. 'It fits the mood.' Thought our favorite wizard hero, Harry James Potter. It had been officially a week since the fall of Lord Voldermort and our eighteen year old elemental mage was tired. Tired of guilt, tired of war, and tired of death. All his friends were dead, half of Hogwarts destroyed, all the Weselys save Charlie (because I love him, and yes the twins will be appearing in this story) were gone and the Ministry was in complete shambles with Kingsley Shakebolt trying to reign in the chaos. A beautiful deep velvet phoenix came to alight on the 5'7 figure standing atop the Astronomey tower over looking the land and war ravenged Forbidden Forest. She trilled in question, and a weary hand was raised to gently pet her head. "Ah, Amara, forgive me, even your blessed songs have trouble reaching my soul." Amara merely trilled sadly. "Amara? Have you seen Aden and Conrad?" Amara trilled happily flapping her wings excitedly causing a laugh to coe forth from Harry. He held up his arm and she shuffled down to settle on his forearm. "Can you please get them and meet me in the Headmaster's office? We're getting out of here." And with a sad, knowing look to her friend and master she left in a firey flash.
A/N: I respect constructive critisim but any flames will be used to roast marshmallows to make smores. Thanks for reading!!
