Chapter 1
The fight was over.
In the black hours of that morning, before the sun had even the chance to show herself above the horizons, lifting toward the heavens to chase the stars away, bringing with her the light of day, the ultimate of good and the ultimate of evil fought for the remainder of the world. Harry Potter fulfilled the prophecy of the age, and faced the dark lord Voldemort with only the knowledge that one of them would die. It was believed that during the course of this last battle, the earth in her eternal motion around the sun stopped rotating completely, and stood at a standstill, the galaxy frozen in anticipation, to see the end of a great power. The stars watched closely, ready to spell out destiny amongst themselves. The fate of the world hung in the balance. It would only be a matter of time, a matter of strength. In time, the stronger would win. Good faced evil with blunt earnestness to rival the malice of hell.
But it was on this day that good was lost. Voldemort won. Evil won. Harry Potter fell. And the sun rose over the Earth to find that during her absence great changes had been made. Great awakenings of some things, and perhaps the deaths of others.
But this was the world now. The good left alive had to question their firm beliefs in destiny, for was not destiny always fulfilled? They wondered whether they had any place on this Earth, this breeding ground for hate and anger. For evil. Was this the end? Was this the final way?
The world had come undone.
A/N: I know this is more like a preface than a chapter, but I'm entering it as Chapter 1 anyway. I promise the continuation of the story will not be so vague (. Oh, and this stands for this chapter, and all those that follow: I am not JK Rowling, I never was and never will be, Harry Potter is not my story, and almost all of the characters, places, things, etc. mentioned throughout the story belong to her indefinitely. Oh, and I won't be making a lot of A/N, I know they get annoying!
The fight was over.
In the black hours of that morning, before the sun had even the chance to show herself above the horizons, lifting toward the heavens to chase the stars away, bringing with her the light of day, the ultimate of good and the ultimate of evil fought for the remainder of the world. Harry Potter fulfilled the prophecy of the age, and faced the dark lord Voldemort with only the knowledge that one of them would die. It was believed that during the course of this last battle, the earth in her eternal motion around the sun stopped rotating completely, and stood at a standstill, the galaxy frozen in anticipation, to see the end of a great power. The stars watched closely, ready to spell out destiny amongst themselves. The fate of the world hung in the balance. It would only be a matter of time, a matter of strength. In time, the stronger would win. Good faced evil with blunt earnestness to rival the malice of hell.
But it was on this day that good was lost. Voldemort won. Evil won. Harry Potter fell. And the sun rose over the Earth to find that during her absence great changes had been made. Great awakenings of some things, and perhaps the deaths of others.
But this was the world now. The good left alive had to question their firm beliefs in destiny, for was not destiny always fulfilled? They wondered whether they had any place on this Earth, this breeding ground for hate and anger. For evil. Was this the end? Was this the final way?
The world had come undone.
A/N: I know this is more like a preface than a chapter, but I'm entering it as Chapter 1 anyway. I promise the continuation of the story will not be so vague (. Oh, and this stands for this chapter, and all those that follow: I am not JK Rowling, I never was and never will be, Harry Potter is not my story, and almost all of the characters, places, things, etc. mentioned throughout the story belong to her indefinitely. Oh, and I won't be making a lot of A/N, I know they get annoying!