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Prologue

Forbidden Forest

June 6, 1994

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry yelled, trying to block out the screaming from his ears. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

A thin wisp of silver escaped his wand and hovered in front of him like mist. At the same moment, Harry felt Hermione collapse next to him. He was alone. . . completely alone. . .

"Expecto - Expecto - patronum -"

By the feeble light of his formless Patronus, he saw a Dementor half, very close to him. It couldn't walk through the cloud of silver mist Harry had conjured. A dead, slimy hand slid out from under the hood. It made a gesture as if to sweep the Patronus aside. He could feel them watching him, hear their rattling breath like an evil wind around him. Then it raised both its rotting hands - and lowered its hood.

Where there should have been eyes, there was only thin, grey, scabbed skin, stretched blankly over empty sockets. But there was a mouth. . . gaping, shapeless hole, sucking in air with the sound of a death-rattle.

A paralysing terror filled Harry so that he couldn't move or speak. His Patronus flickered and died.

White fog was blinding him. He had to fight. . . expecto patronum. . . he couldn't see. . . and in the distance, he heard the familiar screaming. . . expecto patronum. . . he groped in the mist for Sirius, and found his arm. . . they were not going to take him. . .

But a pair of strong, clammy hands suddenly wrapped themselves around Harry s neck. They were forcing his face upwards. . . he could feel its breath. . . it was going to get rid of him first. . . he could feel its putrid breath. . . his mother was screaming in his ears. . . she was going to be the last thing he ever heard -

And then, the screaming slowly lessened in intensity and Harry started hearing whispers. . .

Men must be free to do what they believe. It is not our right to punish one for thinking what they do, no matter how much we disagree!

Only a mind free of impediments is capable of grasping the chaotic beauty of the world. This is our greatest asset.

We are one. As we share the glory of our victories, so too should we share the pain of our defeats. In this way we grow closer. We grow stronger.

Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent.

Hide in plain sight.

Never compromise the Brotherhood.

When I was very young, I was foolish enough to believe our Creed would bring an end to all these conflicts. If only I had possessed the humility to say to myself, I have seen enough for one life. I have done my part. Then again, there is no greater glory than fighting to find the truth.

Be at peace now. . .

All that is good in me, began with you, Father.

He saw images appear before his eyes, some glowing blue, others red, white, golden and an infinite sea of dull, muted greys. Harry shook his head, trying to somehow stop the whispers in his ears and shake off the ghostly images before his eyes, but it did not have any effect. The hallucinations continued. . .

Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine.

Nulla è reale, tutto è lecito.

Nothing is true. . . Everything is permitted.

To say that nothing is true, is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile, and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted, is to understand that we are the architects of our actions, and that we must live with their consequences, whether glorious or tragic.

Requiescat in pace.

When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it. Many decades would pass before I understood the meaning of all three. Now, in the twilight of my life, misunderstanding has passed into contentment. Love, liberty, and time, once so disposable, are the fuels that drive me forward.

Harry could make out the image of a man in a in a hooded white tunic with a red sash and wearing what appeared to be some sort of medieval armour. He saw another man in red hooded robes with a heavy set of armour lined with fur. Both the men looked like they were about to go to war with the weapons they were carrying.

He could see both men moving very swiftly and performing various acrobatic feats, running through streets and over tall houses, climbing on tall towers and jumping off them.

And then, through the fog, whispers and the ghostly images that were drowning him, Harry thought he saw a silvery light growing brighter and brighter. . . he felt himself fall forwards onto the grass as the wispy illusions vanished, the whispers also receding to the back of his mind.

Face down, too weak to move, sick and shaking, Harry opened his eyes cautiously. He was somewhat shaken by what he had seen. Now there was a blinding light which was illuminating the grass around him. . . The screaming and whispers had subsided, the cold was ebbing away. . .

Something was driving the Dementors back. . . it was circling around him and Sirius and Hermione. . . the rattling, sucking sounds of the Dementors were fading. They were leaving. . . the air was not as cold as it had been. . .

With every ounce of strength he could muster, Harry raised his head a few inches and saw a something resembling a bird amidst the light, gliding across the lake. Eyes blurred with sweat, Harry tried to make out what it was. . . it resembled Fawkes the phoenix, but it was blinding silvery-white instead of the golden-red plumage of the phoenix. Fighting to stay conscious, Harry watched as it soared to a halt as it reached the opposite shore. For a moment, Harry saw, by its brightness, somebody welcoming it back. . . raising his arm so that the avian being of light could land on it. . . someone who looked strangely familiar. . . but it couldn't be. . .

Harry didn't understand. He couldn't think any more. He felt the last of his strength leave him, and his head hit the ground as he collapsed. The last thing he heard before he completely lost consciousness was the piercing screech of an eagle reverberating through his head.

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