Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe, that honor belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am merely a person trying to fill the gap it left. This disclaimer applies to all chapter here on after.

PROLOGUE

Snow gently fell from the sky, drifting down to the ground. Everything was white in the small town of Godric's Hollow. Prints in the snow led to a small graveyard which contained a hunched figure, kneeling before a tombstone. Sobs caused the figure to shake uncontrollably.

Once the figure stopped weeping, he wiped the tears from his eyes and slowly rose. A quick wave of his wand created a white wreath which he set upon the grave. The figure then turned around and followed his half-covered footprints out of the graveyard. Upon reaching the gate the figure turned around and took one last look at the graveyard, pain was visible in his vibrant emerald eyes. The pain was just as strong as on that fateful day.

The autumn air was chilly as the breeze made the few leaves on the Whomping Willow stir. It was the end of the week and Harry was in the library working on a potions essay. As Harry got up and prepared to go to lunch an owl came through the open window next to his table. The owl sleek black feathers contrasted with Hedwig's white feathers, a nip from the owl brought Harry out of his musing. Harry noticed a name tag on which was written Hermes. Upon further inspection Harry discovered a brown package on Hermes' legs; taking it off Harry put it aside. Harry quickly turned back to see the Hermes fly off into the distance, the sun's rays shining off the owls coat. Harry quickly emptied the package, curious as to what was inside. Two books spilled out of the package, one seemed to be falling apart and had stains on it while the other was in pristine condition. On the first book there was the name James Charles Potter written underneath Gryffindor's faded golden lion. The other book was stark black and had the name Lily Evans written in big loopy handwriting. Harry felt tears well up into his eyes, a quick glance inside of each book showed a picture of what he thought to be his parents in first year. Swiftly putting the books into his bag with extreme care Harry ran up to the common room, intent on hiding this from the others.

The snapping of twigs brought Harry out of his memories. Looking around, Harry made sure no one could see him and took a golden snitch out of his pocket. "Hogwarts," just as Harry felt a sudden pull behind the navel, a rat went scurrying past him. Before the green-eyed boy could turn around to look where the rat went, he was back in front of the doors of Hogwarts.

AN: Thanks to Dimosk for making this more presentable.

Published: 04/01/2014

Edited: 04/21/2014

07/06/2014