Chaos Theory
Prelude: The Times of Peace
By b1001011001


Returning to the Dursleys' house seemed different this year. He no longer felt the disappointment or frustration that had risen when he had returned to Privet Drive in each of the previous four years. The Dursleys were still just as unbearably terrible and unfair as they ever were. No matter what Harry did, the Dursleys still managed to find something wrong with it and yell at him for it…just as they always had. This no longer seemed to bother Harry. The benefits of coming back this year overpowered the yearning sensation to run away and return to the world of magic…

The Dursley's house seemed like a haven compared to what awaited him back in the world of magic. In just a few months, the magical world would be reverted into the state that it had not seen fourteen years. The minions of destruction would inevitably sweep upon this world and cover it in a blanket of shadow.

The Dark Lord has risen from the dead. Our world has become aware of his presence once again. With the idea of secrecy gone, no reason exists for him to stay quiet. His reign of havoc will undoubtedly enslave the world for the second time. This world will no longer be a place of magnificent dreams and wonders. A desolate place plagued with evil and destruction would inevitably ensue.

The Dursley's house was indeed a haven compared to the death and destruction that awaited Harry when he would have to go back. The next few months would be like heaven compared to what he would have to live through when he would return. This year, returning to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia seemed like a vacation.

Nobody could doubt that Voldemort's strength and intelligence overwhelmingly surpassed Harry's. Pure luck was the only the thing that had ever allowed Harry to escape any of their encounters. Actually defeating or even damaging Voldemort almost seemed impossible. Even if luck contributed another miracle for Harry, there was no guarantee that any of Harry's friends or acquaintances would still be alive to see the day that Voldemort would finally die…

The original fascination that had filled Harry's heart the day he when first met Hagrid had dissipated the second that Sirius died. He would now give almost anything for an excuse not to return to the world of magic.

Fate, it seemed, did not agree with his point of view. Apparently, his "destiny" was already prophesized and another encounter with his nemesis was unavoidable. Regardless of whether or not he wanted to follow this "prophecy", he would still be forced to fight Voldemort, a battle that almost seemed impossible to win.

Each day, Harry would dread the day that he would have to return. Even if he did win this prophesized battle with the Dark Lord, he would be a fool to believe that he could do it unscathed. Death and destruction would be inevitable. The death of Sirius had already been too much to bear…yet, more death and chaos seems almost inevitable. Harry would gladly sustain the torture of his Aunt and Uncle every day for the rest of his life, if it meant that he would never have to the world of magic.

The times of peace have left our world and in its place has arrived nothing less than pure and complete chaos…



This is really short, but remember that this is only the introduction to the rest of my story, Chaos Theory. Please read and wait patiently for the first chapter...