Chapter 1: The visions of War
Explosions, Screams, and Cries were heard everywhere in Britain's magical world. A wizard wearing white and golden pattern robes fired a spell causing a wizard running away to fall dead. There were many wizards, witches, and magical creatures laying on the ground; many were dead, many unconscious. There are also children running away and crying asking for help but no one came to their rescue. A mother with her child was running from two men with white robes chasing them. One of the wizards fired and missed the mother, however, he managed to hit the building near her, the building was certainly about to fall on her and her children. The mother knew she could not escape it, she kept waving her wand just wishing to save her daughter but nothing. They were both buried and no one was there to save them. Many more buildings started to crumble and many screams and cries tore through the sky.
A beautiful blonde woman woke up abruptly, sweating profusely and was out of breath. Her husband who was sitting beside her on the bed reading some documents started to comfort her rubbing circles. The dreams felt so vivid and it was so tragic that she started to cry for all the wizards and witches that had lost their lives in that war for war is the only way she could describe the events that unfolded in her dreams. Seeing so many deaths, especially in the magical world was painful for her, especially since she is magical herself. His heart cried for the children especially.
"What's wrong, love?" The man was hugging her dearly. He knew that this was not a normal dream. His wife, Evelyn was a seer and she had never dreamed something that did not come true. However, this was the first time that he has ever seen her react this way. For the rest of the night, they snuggled and talked about her dream.
For the three more nights Evelyn kept having dreams of a wizarding war. After every dream, she refrained from getting emotional and crying and started writing every single detail she could remember. However, this night her dream was different compared to others. This time she dreamt of a young man, no it was a warrior. He had the most beautiful green eyes she has ever seen but those eyes were so sad. It was the eyes of a warrior who has seen too many deaths and has killed too many to feel that they deserved happiness. The young warrior was smaller than most of his companions and his body and face were littered with scars and burns. In her dreams, he saw this boy saving so many people. He was not scared to sacrifice himself for the sake of others. He was a leader, many people looked up to him for guidance and many would follow him to the ends of the world.
After that night she started compiling all the information she knows. After careful analysis, she has determined that the place she saw was the British wizarding world and some of the events would happen in eight years, at least according to some of the newspapers she saw and the young man, who was he?