Harry Potter and the Beginning of the Second War
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters used in this fiction. They are the property of the literary genius J.K. Rowling. Only the plot and some future characters belong to me.
Prologue: The Boring Beginning to Every Story
On the morning of July 31st a young man stared out a second floor window of number four Privet Drive. He seemed to be waiting for something to be coming and a small smile spread across his face when he saw an approaching dark shape.
His face was indeed very remarkable. His bright green eyes shone with a great wisdom and sorrow that should not be present in the eyes of a normal sixteen year old. But then again, Harry Potter wasn't normal by anyone's standards. Not only was he a wizard about to begin his sixth year at a prestigious magical school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but he was also the sole survivor of a deadly curse that had claimed the lives of many excellent witches and wizards. And to make him even more remarkable, he did this at the age of one. He ran over the now-familiar story of how the lightning shaped scar had come to be on his forehead.
Nearly fifteen years ago on Halloween night, Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in a hundred years, had shown up to Godric's Hollow to kill the infant. The reason for this had always been a mystery, at least to Harry, until the end of last term when Albus Dumbledore, Hogwart's headmaster, had finally told him to full truth about his past. Before Harry's birth a prophecy had been made that Harry would be the only one who would be able to destroy Voldemort, for neither could live if the other survived. Voldemort had received an incomplete version of this prophecy and decided to murder Harry before Harry could murder him. He killed Harry's father, James, who had tried to give his wife and infant son a chance to escape. However, with two words, James had fallen dead leaving only Lilly Potter to protect her son. She died to protect Harry, leaving a sort of protective barrier over him. When Voldemort turned his wand of the infant, that barrier made the spell rebound upon its caster. Voldemort fled, bodiless and weakened, far away and was not heard from again until the boy returned to school. Now Voldemort was back, stronger than ever and once again trying to take over the country with his many followers.
Harry's voice grew angry when he thought of this and made a vow to himself to stop Voldemort from gaining his former power. He would avenge the death of his loved ones and the loved ones of others. He would not let Voldemort hurt anyone else! Even if it meant risking his life, Harry would stop Voldemort.
Meanwhile, the dark blob moved closer and closer with every passing moment.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters used in this fiction. They are the property of the literary genius J.K. Rowling. Only the plot and some future characters belong to me.
Prologue: The Boring Beginning to Every Story
On the morning of July 31st a young man stared out a second floor window of number four Privet Drive. He seemed to be waiting for something to be coming and a small smile spread across his face when he saw an approaching dark shape.
His face was indeed very remarkable. His bright green eyes shone with a great wisdom and sorrow that should not be present in the eyes of a normal sixteen year old. But then again, Harry Potter wasn't normal by anyone's standards. Not only was he a wizard about to begin his sixth year at a prestigious magical school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but he was also the sole survivor of a deadly curse that had claimed the lives of many excellent witches and wizards. And to make him even more remarkable, he did this at the age of one. He ran over the now-familiar story of how the lightning shaped scar had come to be on his forehead.
Nearly fifteen years ago on Halloween night, Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in a hundred years, had shown up to Godric's Hollow to kill the infant. The reason for this had always been a mystery, at least to Harry, until the end of last term when Albus Dumbledore, Hogwart's headmaster, had finally told him to full truth about his past. Before Harry's birth a prophecy had been made that Harry would be the only one who would be able to destroy Voldemort, for neither could live if the other survived. Voldemort had received an incomplete version of this prophecy and decided to murder Harry before Harry could murder him. He killed Harry's father, James, who had tried to give his wife and infant son a chance to escape. However, with two words, James had fallen dead leaving only Lilly Potter to protect her son. She died to protect Harry, leaving a sort of protective barrier over him. When Voldemort turned his wand of the infant, that barrier made the spell rebound upon its caster. Voldemort fled, bodiless and weakened, far away and was not heard from again until the boy returned to school. Now Voldemort was back, stronger than ever and once again trying to take over the country with his many followers.
Harry's voice grew angry when he thought of this and made a vow to himself to stop Voldemort from gaining his former power. He would avenge the death of his loved ones and the loved ones of others. He would not let Voldemort hurt anyone else! Even if it meant risking his life, Harry would stop Voldemort.
Meanwhile, the dark blob moved closer and closer with every passing moment.