Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places that appear in this introduction. They are owned by the Greatest author of all time ... JK Rowling!
Authors note: this is one of those stories that begins at the end so if you get a little confused at parts don't worry you haven't missed any thing P.S this is only the introduction to what will be a five part series.
The great Hall silenced as the witch stood to speak
"The story you are about to hear is one of pure chance. For, it is after all only chance that we are born to the parents we are, and at the time and place we are. This is the very base of Human life. If chance did not rule supreme over all the earth our entire view of the very world in which we live would be turned upside down." She paused and looked all about her with a nervous expression. Then she continued as several seats had emptied. " That is the very reason why the contents of this story must never leave this hall. For there was a time when fairies of old lived freely about the green hills and songs filled with mystic serenity were carried on the back of gracefully flowing winds. This was a time when the grip of chance and coincidence that reigns so supremely over even the most magical of lives today did not hold so fast. If you look hard enough you can see the spirit of this long forgotten time in the eyes of certain witches and wizards. This is the story of such a person, this is also the story of others brave enough to seek truth. This is the story of memory, hope, courage and despair..."
A boy sitting at the Gryfendor table named Harry potter remembered this story all too well. He, among others had lived out this year at terrible cost. It was dangerous enough to be alive let alone tell about how you survived. By telling this story though, he knew that great changes were to take place. Of course no one was to tell openly about these events, but, by even one wizard just knowing this story great inner-strength would arise in them that was unknown before. This strength was not physical or even spiritual but a silence, which if used, had the ability to defeat even the deadliest of enemies. Harry knew of this strength because he had felt it. He had seen the wonder of silence which had brought light to darkness, he had felt the strongest grip loosen on one life there by freeing an entire generation, he had heard the song of this silence... the song of the spirits.