PROLOGUE

The continuous scratching sound of quills against the parchment were now terrifying for the old and weird house elf. Weird, as he looked more human than others. The sounds hadn't stopped past last three days. The main concern for the elf was the well being, of his Master. Or whom the elf considered as a Master. The concerned elf was guarding his Master past three days.

The sound irritating the elf past three days came to a sudden halt. The expectant elf looked towards the impenetrable door. The lock clicked open. A smile reached the eyes of the elf.

A ninety-five year old wizard donning a black cloak stood blocking the door. He was hailed as all powerful. But power had no use to him. Except his elf friend, he had lost everyone in the previous five wars. He had nothing more to loose. He smiled. "Time is up my friend. We shall soon gain everything we have lost."

The wizard had seen far worse times than one should ever think. Losing everything wasn't his only loss. He had lived hell on Earth and was one to unleash it upon the mantle. Though he was fighter of Light Side, he was known better as Dark Lord Potter. His tools were nowhere to be called merciful.

"Master, should you eat before the departure?" the elf asked his friend.

"No Dobby, I have lost all my patience. The more I wait, the more it would rip my soul apart. I have waited long enough to see those blue sapphires of hers." Dark Lord Potter mumbled to his only remaining ally, a lot of pain visible in his eyes.

Dobby felt the stabbing pain of his Master. He nodded, but didn't say anything. He followed his Master in the room which was locked past three days.

The room was dim. The only light was the one that came through one of the torches. The flame of torch wasn't orange, but green. There lay a desk in the centre of the room. A desk big enough to be in a Library. The floor was furnished with a silk carpet. Neat, what one would call. On the other hand, the desk was covered with parchments, books and runes embossed over gold and silver stones.

A silver light galloped the room, as a spell hit the basin kept over the desk. The wizard took the hand of the house elf and they jumped into the grey basin. None knowing whether it was journey towards inevitable death or a life that the Dark Lord Potter deserved.

And the plan did backfire.