You may remember me. All of you who have followed me and my friends through unspeakable events, I congratulate all of you for staying until the very end…. Or so it seemed…. I had thought that I had saved all of magic-kind from Tom, but…. It seemed that I had failed….read on, for there is so much to tell all of you that I cannot tell all of it alone. Yes, my adventure had not finished. It was just after I had defeated Tom for what I thought was to be the last time….

Prologue: Part 1

The Return of the Dark Lord

Hawk's Cliff, Hogwarts, May 16th, 2015 9:00 A.M.

"Some party, huh? We should have these more often." I had to get away from everything. Too many lights and too much going on at once. I'm sitting at the top of Hawk's Cliff, looking over the lake, and thinking about what's happened in the past 24-hours. I'm surprised that I'm alive right now… I then hear footsteps, and I half-turn to find Ben standing behind me. "Came up here to get away from everything?" He shakes his head and begins to walk up the hill. "You defeated the most Evil Wizard alive yesterday morning, and you can't handle lots of lights and people? I don't get you." I turn back to face the lake. "I don't get myself." "Why not?" Ben is sitting beside me now, and is looking concerned. I sigh, and bury my face in my hands. After a few seconds, I remove my face from my hands and look out over the water at The Gangplank, an English Galleon that a friend of mine salvaged a long time ago. I'm surprised that it hasn't sunk yet, but my friend is also a wizard, and he can fix anything that breaks. I've known him for about two years now, and we've become close in that time. I then move my gaze towards the abandoned ruins of a keep-like structure sitting atop a mountain, one of many that surround the west side of Fox Lake. "You've been through a whole lot. So have I. But you can't let this stuff get to you. Sure, you did some things that you regret now, but you had to save someone or yourself when you did them. Come on, let's go back." Ben then stands, claps a supporting hand on my right shoulder, and walks back down the hill. As for me, I sit there for a few more minutes, then I get up, and slowly make my way back to the massive celebration. (It's so huge, even the Centaurs are celebrating in the Forbidden Forest! They don't party often, but when they do, they party hard.)

"…She thought that she killed me….I'll show her….I'll show them all!" Blood drips from the man's ragged form, collecting in a puddle at his feet. Clutching at his ruined cape, he stands there, looking down at the massive celebration in honor of his 'death'. Growling in pure hatred, he turns away, and limps towards a single stone structure. Before he reaches it, the man reaches out towards a leather-wrapped bundle that is resting against a lone tree. He grasps it in his hand, and unties the ruined rope that binds the leather together. The man then pulls out the remains of a sword, and he is reminded of when the sword that he is now holding was pure and whole. "This sword was not meant to be broken, but she broke it. Yes….she broke it….but I will have my revenge. Oh yes," The man cackles, continuing to walk towards the stone structure, "I will have my revenge." When he reaches the stone structure, a group of men run out of it to help him inside.

The wounded man rests on a table, staring up into the darkened ceiling. He then calls his old friend over to him. "Lucius. Come to me." A hooded man steps towards him, only removing his cloak from his head when he reaches the man lying on the wooden table. The man is tall, and is British. He has blond hair, and piercing light-blue eyes. He wears a brown cape with a hood. Lucius bends down to meet his friend. "My Lord?" He asks uncertainly, for Lucius knows that his friend has uncertain mood swings. It is almost impossible to know whether he is murderous, or pleased. The man in question lifts his head towards his friend, and Lucius bends down to hear him. "Malfroy… you have been good to me. Your son….he is still friends with the Animagus, correct?" Startled, Lucius nods. "Yes, but why are you asking me this?" His friend smiles. "I need you to help me do something that involves your son, the Animagus, and her friends. Can you help me recover, dear friend?" Lucius helps his friend sit up, then nods. "I will help you, and so will someone else." He glances towards a darkened corner, where noises are heard. "Feirback, you may come out now." A sound of contempt is heard, then a figure steps forwards. A werewolf now stands in front of Lucius, looking at him with barely concealed excitement. "What do you need, Lucius?" Lucius then turns back towards his friend, who has gotten down from the table and is now clutching it for support. "I need you to bring the Animagus to the main courtyard, or, better yet, wait until I bring our master. Wait until I give you the signal, then strike." Feirback nods, then turns and disappears. Lucius then turns, and helps his friend to the entrance of the stone structure. Before they cross the threshold, Lucius's friend turns to him. "We must not fail this time." Lucius nods. "I know, Tom, I know."

11:00 A.M.

"Well, look who decided to rejoin the party!" "Thanks, Wyrn." After thinking about it, I've decided to rejoin the celebration. But I've had this feeling…like something bad is going to happen. Not wanting to alarm everyone, I don't say anything, and the feeling goes away, but not completely. A few minutes later, the centaurs begin to act up. "Something evil draws near! Centaurs, flee while you still can, Flee!" Cerberus shouts, who is leader of the Centaurs. He pushes past me, knocking me to the ground and stunning me.

I notice that someone is standing before me first. I'm face down, where I came to myself a few minutes ago. Someone who is covered in blood. Lots of it. Lifting my throbbing head from the cobblestone path, I notice that I'm bleeding as well. I learned something today- don't get in the way of a panicking Centaur. They hurt you. Groaning aloud from the pain in my head, I roll over and sit up, wondering why the centaurs panicked in the first place. I then remember seeing some figure behind me, and I turn, only to find myself looking at someone in a ruined cape and robes. The figure says nothing, but only stands there. Then, the figure removes his or her hood, and I find myself looking at what seems to be the very person I 'killed' yesterday morning: Tom himself.

After getting past the shock of seeing Tom alive, I stand unsteadily, still feeling the effects of the Centaur running into me. "So." I look towards the man in the ruined clothing. "You are alive. As am I. You ruined me yesterday morning. Do you have anything to say?" I'm still sort-of out of it from the 'incident', but I can make out what Tom is saying. After shaking my head to think more clearly, I look around for my sword. I just now have noticed that she's not nearby me, nor in her sheath on my back. "Looking for this?" I spin around to face Tom, who is holding a gleaming, blood-covered sword by the hilt. "Give it back." I take a step forwards, only to feel like there's a knife in my head.

I don't remember falling, I don't remember anything after that pain in my head went crazy. Not until I notice that I'm being supported by something. "…lost because of a kick to the head. I probably would have just stayed down the whole time. Must be embarrassing for her though, to be so great and to be brought to an end all because of a centaur kicking her by 'accident' trying to escape my master." Who is that? I don't recognize the voice….wait… is that Feirback? "Get away from her, werewolf." From what vision I have, Feirback is standing over me, staring at me with hatred. "Look who decided to wake up. I heard that you went a little crazy when you took just one step towards my master. How embarrassing that must be for you! Now," Feirback turns away from me, and begins to head towards two figures.

"What to do with you two…maybe Tom should curse you as well?" Curse? What's he talking about? And how'd I get all the way over here? How long have I been out for, anyway? I sit up cautiously, not wanting to have head trauma. I then stand, noticing that the pain in my head is gone. "What do you mean by curse?" Feirback stops advancing on the two figures and turns to face me. "Tom has returned, and he has gone mad. I'm surprised that he can still use magic. He says that he's come up with this new spell, one that can teleport only a certain type of magic-people. The Animagi. Your kind. Ah, here comes Tom now." I then turn away from Feirback, only to see that Tom is standing about ten feet away from me. He says nothing, but only raises his cloak-covered arms to about chest level. Some unknown force then forces me backwards, causing me to fly into my friends' arms, who were the two figures I saw a few minutes ago.

"He can do that?" A familiar voice with a Scottish accent reaches me, and I look up. "Nice to see you're still alive. Tell me, how did you even defeat Tom if he's this powerful?" A young man of about 17 years of age is holding me up. He wears a green tunic, light-brown shorts, and a scale-covered black belt with a golden buckle. He has blonde hair- just like Draco- and piercing light-blue eyes. He wields the famed blade of legend, the Master Sword, and bears the shield of his people on his back, the Hylian Shield. His name? Link Forester. "Hi, Link. Mind if you let me get up?" He lets go of me and helps me stand. After standing for a seconds, I turn to face Tom, who is slowly advancing upon us. "About me defeating Tom…I think it was just luck." "Luck? I think it was more than just 'luck'. I saw you, and I think that it was more skill than anything." Tom is still walking towards us, and a few seconds later, he steps into the sunlight. I thought he looked bad before I defeated him yesterday morning, but now… Tom looks like the Chainsaw Massacre guy. He's covered in blood, his cape and robes are in ruins. His eyes are bloodshot, and there's an aura of darkness around him. I step backwards, taken aback by his appearance. It's like time has stopped completely. By now, everyone has noticed that Tom is alive, and the people that were by Fox Lake have come back.

I just want my sword…then maybe I can keep Tom busy long enough so that the Ministry of Magic can get here...Maybe…I lift my right hand up to my chest, turn it so that it's facing me, and flick it upwards. I feel that welcoming feeling of summoning your magic and a ball of energy appears to rest in the palm of my hand. I do the same motion for my left hand, and position myself into that 'famous Japanese fighting stance'. I can fight Magic with Magic. "So." Tom lifts his head and I feel as if he's gazing into my soul. "You are still alive…" He starts to walk around me in a circle, me turning to keep him in front of me. "How is it that an American female that is not even of age can defeat me? The Greatest Dark Wizard alive?" I summon even more magic, and I now hear a humming noise. "I don't know. Maybe it's because of this." I thrust my arms forwards, and a beam of red-colored light shoots out of my hands towards Tom. He makes no move to block my attack, instead, at the very last second, he says something. The only problem is, I can't make it out. Then he stops walking around me, and says the phrase once more. Like someone hit a switch to turn off a light, I feel my magic leave me. Confused, I lower my hands slightly, wondering what happened. "You want your sword?" I turn my hands around to face me, and then lower them to my sides. I then lift my gaze to Tom, only to see him reach inside of his ruined robes. "Then take it." Tom throws something at me, and my world narrows to just that one object. I can see the thing coming at me, but just as it's about to reach me, I reach out and pluck it from the air. My arm goes behind me and I am forced backwards.

After a few seconds, I slowly bring my arm back around to face me, only to see something shining. Finally. About time I got my sword back. Time to end this for real. I stand, and start walking towards Tom. About halfway, I start to run, and I lower my sword to that she's pointed straight where Tom's heart should be. But when I almost reach him, Tom lifts his arms again, and I'm floating in the air. He begins to walk towards me, a scary glint in his eyes. "You thought you could kill me, didn't you?" I hang there, slowly becoming alarmed. "…You're mad! You've gone crazy!" "Yes," He cackles insanely, "I have. Now, what to do with you…" I feel the force that is holding me up go away, and I fall, only to land on one knee, looking up at Tom. Sunlight shines upon his face, and all I can do is stare at Tom in silent horror. His skin covering his face is gone. "Now, you realize what you have done to me." It isn't a question. "Do you regret what you did yesterday morning? Because I do. If I had used a different spell, I would have won. But, maybe fate had something to do with all of this. Perhaps you were supposed to defeat me. Or…" With this, Tom lifts his cloak- covered arms and flicks them upwards, summoning his magic. He then says something, and the ball of white light changes colors, shifting to a light-blue color. I haven't seen this spell before, and I wonder if it's this 'curse' that Feirback was speaking to me about.

"…Maybe you were supposed to win…so that I could do…" Tom steps back and allows me to stand, his arms still raised. I then notice some presence behind me, and I turn, only to see Link standing there, sword of his ancestors raised. "You didn't think that you were going to fight him alone, did you?" I bend down and lift my sword from the ground, where it fell when Tom levitated me. Brushing the dirt off of it, I stand, and nod my head towards Link in the traditional Scottish gesture. "Thanks, but I think I can take him on my own." Then another voice butts in. "Not without us, you're not." I turn away from Tom and Link towards the stairs leading to the Docks, only to see Ben standing there. He's not alone.

My younger brother, Bryce, is with him. So is Draco. I then hear someone call from a little ways away, "Hey! Don't fight him without me! Wait!" A kid comes running up from the direction of the Quidditch Coliseum, waving his arms like a maniac. Ben crosses his arms as the kid runs up to him, panting. "Where were you?" "Away," The kid pants. He straightens and turns towards me. "Don't tell me we have to deal with him again." I nod, then turn back to Tom, who still has his arms raised. "Well?" I ask, raising my sword, noticing my friends stepping towards me. "Shall we fight?"