Post by Sarah on Apr 6, 2007 22:03:36 GMT -6
[align=center]Twenty years ago, all magical beings were in an uproar over the death and destruction that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named brought upon this world. Some of the most influential people to ever walk this earth were murdered by he and his minions, and their descendants, who were also destined for greatness, were never to be born and do the thing they were meant to do. Everyone was begging for a salvation to save them from the hell that had befallen upon them, and when it did, they reached to it like a single jug of water in the Sahara.
This salvation’s name was Harry James Potter, and he saved them all at the tender age of seventeen, in the cusp between a child and an adult. It all ended in a flash of green light, and then there was silence, and then there was peace. Celebrations were held for days on end, and it was only until new, traditional holidays came that the festivities of Harry Potter finally died down, though the smiles in their souls surely did not.
Many lived in ignorance of what was brewing under the surface of this so-called “happiness.” The few that did not lived in constant fear for their lives, but for that brief moment in time when the threat of You-Know-Who’s elimination, this tension within their hearts eased, if only just for a little while. They all knew that this tension would return, however. None knew when it would… and all wished for this moment to never come.
Pity, for it was a vain one.
Beware… for the Serpentine has been Reborn.[/i][/align]
This salvation’s name was Harry James Potter, and he saved them all at the tender age of seventeen, in the cusp between a child and an adult. It all ended in a flash of green light, and then there was silence, and then there was peace. Celebrations were held for days on end, and it was only until new, traditional holidays came that the festivities of Harry Potter finally died down, though the smiles in their souls surely did not.
Many lived in ignorance of what was brewing under the surface of this so-called “happiness.” The few that did not lived in constant fear for their lives, but for that brief moment in time when the threat of You-Know-Who’s elimination, this tension within their hearts eased, if only just for a little while. They all knew that this tension would return, however. None knew when it would… and all wished for this moment to never come.
Pity, for it was a vain one.
Beware… for the Serpentine has been Reborn.[/i][/align]