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Post by Isabella O'Malley on Jan 14, 2011 11:55:04 GMT -5
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Who'd have thought time would have traveled so fast? Twenty-five years have flown by with, it would seem, an absence of mishap in the balance of good and evil. The year is twenty twenty-three, and the name of Harry James Potter has sunk from current gossip into the scrolls kept under lock and key in the ministry's archives. At the age of fourty-three, Harry has handed down his legacy, name and not forgetting his invisibility cloak to his seventh year son James Potter II; his eldest son, a year older than Albus Potter and his school colleague Scorpius Malfoy.
The winds of change have turned the tide. The cloak of invisibility has moved from father to son, mother to daughter for over a century. The Resurrection Stone lies lost in the forbidden forest, threatening tyranny should it ever be found. The elder wand was bestowed to it's former owner, Albus Dumbledore after the final battle of Hogwarts in nineteen ninety-eight. That was the plan. That was how it was meant to happen. The white tomb rested undisturbed for twenty-five years before the marble-splitting crack echoed around the mountains of Hogwarts for a second time. The wand has been taken. It's whereabouts remain unknown. When will the thief be brought to the public's attention? When will they choose their moment to strike? The Wizarding World has entered a state of panic, dreading another takeover after the community has been peaceful for a quarter of a century.
The time will come when a you will be required to make a stand no matter where your allegiance lies.
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