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[Hogwarts Returns]

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Do you hear it yet?
Its there…
Waiting.
Preying on the weak.

It Came After Peace.

It was quite for eight years after the fall of Lord Voldemort. The wizarding and muggle world were rebuilding life back to the way it was before the fear, before the war. One should know that peace never lasts, but no one ever expected our peace to be interrupted so soon. For battle lines to be drawn so quickly. The funny thing is, the experts aren’t exactly sure what it is, the essence that’s about to disrupt everything.

It Resides In My School.

It’s said to prey on the weak, said to have a connection with the veil that stole Sirius Black’s life. It’s rumored to feed off emotions. It’s rumored to be a portal to a different dimension. Everything surrounding it is conjecture and theory. The only facts I know to be true are that whatever it is, it isn’t good, and it resides in The Third Floor Corridor. A coincidence? I think not, I think it’s a clue.

It Starts In The Mind.

It’s like an echo of your own voice in your head, it makes you sick to your stomach. It plays with your emotions, mixes your fears with your joys. What it says to you, if it’s really speaking at all, is as jumbled as the feeling of it there. It has a system of attack that appears to be random. So little is known about it, but once you hear it, there’s no going back. You can’t wash it out. Can’t make it go away.

It’s Reaching Out.

And so few people are aware of the danger that surrounds them each and every day. Life is going on as normal. Students are flocking to the school of Harry Potter, the boy who defeated Voldemort. There’s only one problem with this: It isn’t Harry’s schools anymore. There is a evil more primal and dire trying to reach out. Intangible. Seemingly unstoppable. I have a feeling that things in the wizarding world are about to get dark in a new kind of way. A way in which the world has never seen or thought of.

Fighting It.

Seems almost pointless, me and a few of my colleagues are trying desperately to sort it out before it breaks loose. I fear we may not be successful in our tasks to hinder its advancement. Each and every day is a fight for me now, to keep my mind focused, to keep it out of my thoughts. If only those around you realized what you were going through. Life should go on though; everyone should be allowed that blanket of happiness for a little while longer. No need to start a panic…yet. It’s just getting started.


There’s going to come a time when you’re going to need to choose.
The lines won’t be black and white by then.
Pick your shade of grey.
Hope and pray it’s the right color for you.[/i][/center][/b]