AN: Despite the genres and the characters listed, this first chapter doesn't have much of that. This is essentially an introduction/prologue to the story, which might progress at a yet-to-determined pace.

"At long last, we have arrived."

The waves crashed against the jagged rocks that lined most of the shore, rising up in momentous bursts before falling down and fading into mist. The day was in its infancy, but what little light came through the dense clouds had already reached its peak.

There was, however, a respite from the uncomfortably sharp and black rocks that surrounded the island. A small beach stood as the only place where any incoming ships could possibly hope to land. Straight ahead lay the first of a winding set of stairs painstakingly carved out of the island itself.

Two figures stood in the beach, gazing up at the pitch black stairs that awaited them.

"It would appear so. I..I just..." His voice wavered.

"Yes, my friend? You don't have to hesitate when talking to me." She spoked with a calm voice, and despite the fact that a hood covered her face, he could picture the kindness in her eyes. She looked away from him and towards the stairs, before continuing.

"It would be wise to alleviate any doubts before we ascend, for the task that we have come so far to receive will require the clearest of minds."

He sighed, but it was with an air of contentedness. "I've dreamt of this moment for a long time…but to see it so close, to see it just within my grasp...it's something I can barely wrap my head around."

She chuckled. "I myself find it hard to believe, but now we are here, and He awaits us."

And so they began their ascent.

Step by step, they carefully worked their way up, moving slowly to avoid slipping. Lining the sides of the stairs were large fires, eerily calm in the face of the blowing wind and thick fog.

After a few minutes of climbing, they arrived at the top of the stairs. The sight that awaited them was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

Ahead of them lay a large valley, surrounded by high peaks of the same black rock found near the beaches. Several buildings, which appeared to be watchtowers of a sort, were carved out of the side of the towering rock that marked the entrance to the valley. Upon the valley, a layer of dense, rolling fog had descended, seemingly swallowing waterfalls that poured over cliffs somewhere even higher up.

A small cobbled path hugged the mountainside, weaving past the watchtowers and leading to another, much smaller set of stairs. At the top of the stairs sat a castle, adorned by intricate pinnacles and spires. At its grand entrance, purple banners stood proudly, rippling with ferocity in the wind. One of the sides of the castle faced the great chasm that lay between the mountains, blending into the rock as it descended into the impenetrable fog.

The two travellers shared an awed glance despite not being able to see each other's eyes. Wordlessly, they began walking to the mountainside path. A childlike giddiness and fascination had overcome both of them as their eyes drank in the sights of the hidden island, the hidden valley and the hidden castle that was nestled within it.

They reached the entrance. A massive, ornate set of doors stood before them, covered in ominous yet grand tones of black and purple.

The only noises that could be heard were the howling of the wind as it swept between the mountains and the crackling of the large flames that stood guard on either side of the front of the castle.

For a moment, they were unsure. Would knocking be polite…? But the doors had no intention of allowing them to do so, and gracefully swung open. Once the doors were fully open, a voice called out to them.

"We have been expecting you." The voice echoed through the grand hall calmly but with authority.

The majestic roof they had seen from afar was supported by huge Corinthian pillars. At the end of the hall stood a dark throne, surrounded by purple fires. A man sat on it, his face guarded by his hood, while his body was draped in smooth, white robes. He was in a reclined position, with an almost casual air, as he rested his head on the back, with his hands upon the arms of the throne.

Two masked figures stood on either side of the throne, standing stiffly as they remained turned towards the doors.

"Come forward, my loyal friends." The man on the throne spoke once again, his voice powerfully penetrating the near complete silence that hung over the room.

They began to walk forward in perfect synchronization, as if the man had put them in a trance. As they got within a short distance of the throne, they both kneeled and bowed their heads, waiting for their orders.

The man stood up and held out his hand to one of the masked figures left of the throne. The figure handed him two goblets. He took them into his hands and gracefully walked down the stairs of the dais. They remained with their heads bowed and in their kneeling position as he approached them.

"Look at me."

They raised their heads slowly, as if any sudden movements would result in their harm. He handed each of them a goblet.

They gingerly took the goblets, glancing at what they contained. A dark blue liquid sat in the goblets, swirling around as if it had a mind of its own.

"Drink."

At the same time, they raised the goblet to their lips and drank the liquid in one swig. Almost instantly, any tiredness they had from their journey disappeared, and they were filled with a calm, but potent energy.

"The fruits of your labour are almost within your grasp." The man spoke gently, his voice washing over them, their eyes flicking to his hooded face. "Your dreams shall be brought into reality."

They watched, eyes wide, hearts beating quickly.

"To have come so far is an accomplishment in itself. To be here is an honour of unimaginable proportions."

He began to pace around them, his footfalls echoing as he allowed his words to settle in.

"I know what intentions you have come here with, for we too have seen what you have seen."

His voice was behind them now, but they remained facing the throne, unmoving.

"I know how you, my loyal followers, have suffered at the hands of the 'pureblood' wizarding world," He growled, his voice slowly growing louder, sending shivers down their spines. "But no longer."

He was once again in front of them, and he glanced at them briefly before continuing.

"Brick by brick, stone by stone, we will rip apart the foundations of the cruel world that has cast us aside! No longer shall our sprits be crushed. No longer shall our minds be corrupted. NO LONGER SHALL WE STAND IDLY, WHILE OUR COMPATRIOTS SUFFER!" He roared, the fires flaring higher as his voice rang thick with emotion.

He gazed towards the still open doors, the air around him pulsating with magic. "The pureblood elite of our world shall fall, and we will take the reigns as its rightful rulers!"

His subjects remained fixated, shivering with anxiety and reverence at the same time.

"We will mend the broken relations between wizardfolk and the muggles, and alongside our brethren, we will usher in a new golden age for all!"

He took a deep breath, shuddering as he did. His voice had quieted, but the room still shook as his words settled in. "It has arrived…the greatest battle of our time has just begun."