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Summary: The last word of a dying man was about to come true. Time had finally spoken. A secret is yet to be revealed to the Potter clan. Pieces of puzzle must be solved in order to reveal the secret.
Prologue:
It all started here...
The start of the beginning….
No one, not even a single soul knows……..
Only time can tell……..
When will be the end of the end……..
It happened when the day and night are fighting for the reign. The wind was blowing fiercely; leaves and twigs were blown from one place to another; animals, even the squirrels scampered to their home. Thus, the night fell. People everywhere deserted the street. Silent was all that can be heard. Alas! The storm had come. From the slight drizzle came the heavy downpour; the wind blowing as if there is no tomorrow.
No one dare to come out from their shelter.
Not far from the street, a small hut with light coming out from its window, a man sits in an old wooden chair, anxiously gazing at the wall clock from time to time, as if waiting for something to happen. The clock had finally struck! Midnight had finally come. As if being operated, the man automatically stood up and gets his cloak; silently sneaking out of the hut, leaving his wife and children, who were in deep slumber.
In the heart of the forest, a man wearing a black cloak stood waiting; silently gazing at his surrounds which was now half destroyed by the storm. After several minutes, the man from the small hut came running. Then everything seems to flash by, both men were now dueling. Both men, who were known for their greatness in wizardry, were rivals back when they were still schooling. The fight was indeed one of the greatest duels in the history. No, so far the best duel that the world had witnessed. Finally, one was defeated. With all his remaining strength, the weakening one struck with a spell the man who is ready to depart the scene. The man quickly retaliates. "You, who had defeated me, shall meet again." Were the last word uttered by the dying man.
As dawn crack, the man with a black cloak slowly departed. The storm had finally stopped.
(The man with a black coat POV)
Years had past since the incident…..
The sides of the street which used to be green are now aligned with rows of stores. The friendly and joyful people are now replaced by serious people who would not even give a single time of his day to the passerby. Still, at the end of the street, is the land of the richest and most powerful family in the wizard world. The vast land they own, which have a beautiful bed of roses as well as a well kept lawn; a fountain right in front of the lawn. The mansion stood at the middle of the land, one can be amazed by how fine- looking it is.
Inside the mansion, the people are as busy as a bee. Maids, servants, friends and even the owners are walking from places to places. However, in one of the room, a man lays on a bed. Old age's illness had already come. His life's span had finally come to an end, ending all the pains and worries that the man had long been enduring. His body now lies lifelessly; in his right hand, a piece of parchment, no, an envelope is tightly clasp.
A/N: If anyone wants to be my beta reader, pls. tell me so. Thanks! Hope you enjoy reading this. Please review and review.