A/N: Well I've decided to rewrite the prologue cause I just didn't like the other one. Two chapters in one day how great is that?!!! Rewriting the prologue AND posting the epilogue. Tell me what you think of the revision, or even the story in general! Also if anyone has any requests for a pairing I'm open to new ideas…I'm not positive who I want to write about next so I'm open to requests. Thanks a bunch!
~Kandimoon
"What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?…"
-unknown
Prologue
The graveyard was such a peaceful place at night. The moon's silver beams shone brightly on the great stone memorial. So many people were buried beneath this hollow ground…so many souls were lost to us that day. It was a dark time for our world, the Wizarding world, and even for the Muggles that lay unsuspecting in the villages and cities around us. No one ever would have guessed that one single person could ever cause such destruction on our every day life, but he did. His name was Voldemort…it's been twenty years since I've heard that named even whispered among the crowd. No one likes to talk of him, for his name is still feared among the survivors of that fateful day, those fateful years. Yes…twenty years has passed, I haven't been back to this place in such a long time…not since the memorial ceremonies of those taken from us in that final battle between good and evil. But what was good and evil anyway? I've read somewhere that in every good there is evil and in every evil there is good…is that true? Did Voldemort contain even the smallest speck of good in his inhuman being? I guess it's not my place to say, for in truth I've only witnessed a few of his destructions…but I have heard of so many others from those who have witnessed them. I suppose he once was good…for all of us are born innocent, only in life are we taught fear and pain and betrayal…we learn those things from those around us.
"Hello lover…it's been awhile." I said to the gray headstone. Gray…such a light pale color; just like his eyes…he always had such beautiful eyes.
This graveyard was very special, still is very special to those of my world, to the world of the Wizards and Witches. People all around the world owe their very life to those who were buried here, for these people gave their lives to protect others.
As I mentioned, those were dark times; dark because of the rising evil that threatened our world once again, and dark because of the lives that each individual lived. We lived in constant fear, never knowing where the next day would take us, not sure if we would even see the next day. Yes, those were dark times indeed. I was a face amongst the shadows of the world during those times. My life has always been far from perfect…wrong you may say? No, I just let everyone believe what they saw. I acted like the perfect daughter of a large loving family…but I was only wearing a mask…I never let anyone see the pain.
I know I'm getting ahead of myself, but I still need you to see what my life was like before. Before what, you may ask? Well I'm getting to that…
I was the youngest and only daughter of a poor family, poor but highly intelligent. There were so many of us that our parents rarely had time to spend individually with us…there was always something to do or someone else to pamper. I was always overlooked in my family…especially as a child. How can anyone compete with a family full of successful wizards and prefects? I grew up in their shadows…never being able to make a true name for myself…not until very much later in life. Everyone always knew who I was everywhere I went, for my features (mostly the red hair) were quite distinctive. But no one truly cared how I was, though they always asked, they wanted to know how perfect prefect Percy was, or how Charlie was faring in Romania, or how Bill was doing in Egypt, or even how Fred and Georges new highly successful joke shop was coming along. They even started asking about Ron and his plans after school and how was his friendship to the most popular wizard of our time, or how his girlfriend the smartest witch in school, was; but no one cared about me…and that was fine for a time.
"It's been so long lover, I'm sorry for my delay." I whispered once again to the headstone, knowing it couldn't respond but still not caring.
Yes, it has been a long time since I've seen this place, since I've seen him. Twenty years…twenty long years since he was taken away from me. He was my heart, my soul.
I suppose I should explain why I'm here now. But to do that I must take you back in time…back over a span of twenty years…back to a time where a lonely girl grew up…a lonely girl who was just a face in the shadows…and the man who showed her the light.
