The Legend of Harry Potter
Introduction
Times of darkness
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These are the times that you most want to forget. These are the times were hope is slowly withering away to despair. The Dark side having taken over the world many years ago. The world is now such a place that if you were to see a smile, then it would be such a rear occurrences that it would leave you baffled for the rest of the day. If you could in fact call the day, day. The day was dark, not as dark as the night or dark in the same way. Dark because it lacked the warmth and brightness that the thing that was once called day had.
But although I say that hope was withering away, this doesn't mean that it is lost completely. There are those who refuse to give in, they chose to risk there lives, there families lives, every thing they have (but like they always say, in a world controlled by the dark side what do they have that's worth keeping). They were a group that had been formed so many years ago that they couldn't say when, this groups name was 'The order of the phoenix'. It was a much loved tale that there had been a time when there had been no need for this group. This was a time of much joy to the people of earth. The order had always been there in times of need however. There were several stories of defeats of evil wizards that were kept alive only in this group since to attar such stories would usually cost one there life. The great phoenix had apparently defeated a very powerful and evil wizard that had terrorized the world. He had latter adopted and trained 'the boy who lived' Harry Potter. These stories how ever much they gave hope were considered by most to be just that, stories.
These are the times that you most want to forget. These are the times were hope is slowly withering away to despair. The Dark side having taken over the world many years ago. The world is now such a place that if you were to see a smile, then it would be such a rear occurrences that it would leave you baffled for the rest of the day. If you could in fact call the day, day. The day was dark, not as dark as the night or dark in the same way. Dark because it lacked the warmth and brightness that the thing that was once called day had.
But although I say that hope was withering away, this doesn't mean that it is lost completely. There are those who refuse to give in, they chose to risk there lives, there families lives, every thing they have (but like they always say, in a world controlled by the dark side what do they have that's worth keeping). They were a group that had been formed so many years ago that they couldn't say when, this groups name was 'The order of the phoenix'. It was a much loved tale that there had been a time when there had been no need for this group. This was a time of much joy to the people of earth. The order had always been there in times of need however. There were several stories of defeats of evil wizards that were kept alive only in this group since to attar such stories would usually cost one there life. The great phoenix had apparently defeated a very powerful and evil wizard that had terrorized the world. He had latter adopted and trained 'the boy who lived' Harry Potter. These stories how ever much they gave hope were considered by most to be just that, stories.