Lives of Magic - a post-potter rp [lb]

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History

12 years have passed since Voldemort's first downfall. Everything seems peaceful for once, no threat of death. Every day was a gift. The sun shone through the sky and the moon peacefully floated in the night. But that was before it happened.

Voldemort had been trying to kill the boy who lived. And now that he was at Hogwarts, he could. But he was still weak. A little boy, hardly a year old, rested in his mother’s arms, falling asleep. She layed him down to rest in his crib. Voldemorts soul had been flying around the neighborhood and found one light on. It was there’s. His soul flew through the window to meet this family. There Voldemort stood, or what looked to be somewhat Voldemort.

A rumble came from his door and shouting from his father. The door wouldn't open however, and soon, a dark figure appeared in the light. The brightness began to fade, and the darkness returned. Scared out of trousers, the mother was still. Just then the father blasted through his door turning the lights on. With his long white fingers he picked up a wand off the dresser of the young boy's. Yew, Pheonix Feather, but only 12 inches. Would suffice for the moment.

The boy's parents stared at the Voldemort with wide eyes. Voldemort slowly turned towards the family. He couldn't let any witnesses live to tell the tale. He didn't know these people. Voldemort easily killed the parents, with two swipes of the wand he had procured from the dresser. This boy could prove useful. A small enough boy to raise as his own. That night Voldemort fled with the scared little boy.

He decided to raise the boy. Bring him up as his own. Maybe he would soon be his assistant. After all, he would have feed him. The little baby grew up at the side of Voldemort and everyone else who had tried to help Voldemort come back to life.

Voldemort failed in the end, 8 years later, to kill Harry Potter. But up his sleeve he had one very last thing. The little boy. He handed the little boy off to one of his Death Eaters just before the Second Wizarding War as one last resort.

Current Time

The year is now 2005. The boy he took is now entering his fifth year in Hogwarts. A few deaths have been reported mysterious over the years, exactly seven. The little boy was behind them, but no one knew about this. He was raised to kill in secret, to leave no evidence.

The Head Auror, Harry James Potter, was suspicious, but thought they were unfounded. The small boy was stuck in his head, he reminded him of someone. Perhaps a ghost from the past, and even though Harry doesn't realize it, it turns out the boy is much like Voldemort in his younger years. In fact, the boy’s is a half-blood just like Voldemort, muggle father and wizard mother.

The new year has begun, and the boy is now the leader of a group calling themselves the Dark Avengers. Harry is afraid that maybe history was repeating itself, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

With Voldemort’s faithful little boy gaining support for him, the future is looking grim. Be careful what you wish for, because you might just get it and let the world fall to Dark Times once more.

LIVES OF MAGIC
A Post-Potter Role Play