This wasn't supposed to happen. The Dark Lord now rise and the prophecy of the "Chosen One" is destroyed. Darkness surrounds the wizard world and Death Eaters lurks at every corners looking for muggles, muggleborns, and ones that are not loyal with the Dark Lord. Hiding from death and despair, I remained in the house of light, 12 Grimald Place. The wards are strong enough for no death coming to the door. I am not the only one looking for hope.
