Snow fell on the prettily decorated Christmas Trees planted neatly on either side of the entrance. The sun was shining on the solid iced lake and reflecting off the fine blanket of snow. A few scattered clouds lightened the ocean blue sky as the frosty wind sped through the valley. A mountain, set a bit farther in from the others, held aloft a giant castle housing several hundred people, all students and Professors at the fine school of magic. It was as one would describe heaven.
The castle in it's self was a fortress. It held up against the strong winds and kept the students warm in the winter. For that is what season it was. Hogwarts was the haven to all who asked for protection. It was the most famous school of the time.
This was the time before the great destruction; before the students were one by one, massacred and slaughtered before the feet of the Dark Lord. Snatched from the comfort of their soft beds and tortured before finally being murdered. Blood still stains the place where over two hundred people fell. All innocent; for that was what the days were like. And after they fell, the story of the Protector's rising was to be retold to all who would listen. The Protector of Hogwarts, to have been locked away for so long was more than happy to fight for all the lives lost. He would be the one who would stand up against all odds and fight with the world of good at is side; every single person's hopes contained in one woman who could help him for she was his lover… she was the Angel. Though they didn't know it, when they met on that fine winter's day, it would be the beginning of the end. The beginning of the last stand of Hogwarts.