Tragedy. The world renowned Harry Potter is dead. The headline on the front page of every newspaper printed world round rang out, crying its black words of
death and striking
fear into the hearts of the Wizarding World. How could something like this have happened? He was their hero. Their savior. He was the Boy Who Lived.
Confusion washed over the world of magic in a hush. A whisper of
darkness. A
shadow crept into the hearts of men, women, and children of all ages. Harry Potter was no more. Speculation began to stir. If he had been so strong as to defeat Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Wizard of all time, how could Harry Potter, Auror extraordinare, have been fought and killed in such a commonplace fight? Was he really as powerful as everyone had thought? Or was it all just sheer dumb luck? As many times he himself had tried to say?
With
doubt gripping the hearts of people the world round,
fear began to break out. Slowly at first. Here and there fights would break out. But eventually whole communities would fight each other. Fight to the
death.
Finally, guild's were formed. Those who still believed Harry Potter was their hero, and forever would be, and those who did not. Those who would choose a life of thievery, those who would uphold the rickety law.
Chaos swept the Wizarding World to it's back sides faster than Voldemort ever had. A simple death of a hero and all sanity was
lost. All structure. All purpose.
It was a rarity to even find places like schools existing. And it was with great perseverance that Hogwarts was even standing at all. Durmstrang was no more, Beauxbatons Was barely a school at all. Countless other tinier schools, shops, centers, buildings and monuments were all but discarded to memory. Even the Ministry of Magic was having a hard time trying to stay afloat.
Then, twenty years later, little by little, strange things began to happen. People would disappear and giant snakes would be seen not far after. The Ministry could no longer keep hold of their people, but could also no longer deny that something was out there. Was Voldemort back? Had he been faking it? Had he been responsible for Harry Potter's death?
No one new for sure. No one wanted to find out. In truth, the world was scared. An entire civilization was on the verge of being wiped out. Of discovered by Muggles. And someone was going to take the credit. Some, very soon, was going to step from the
shadows. Making his way through the streets of war and
chaos. His throne would be the bodies of his
dead.... but who could be worse than Voldemort?
We are an active site and have plenty of spots open. All that's needed is you go to the sorting ceremony and find which house you fit best as well as what guild fits you best. Just step right through and enter the magical world of
HWA
