A Love So Deep
Prologue
A Tale Of Love by In The Shadows I Dwell

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I claim to own any of the characters, places, plots or any other associated parts of the series, these are the property of J.K Rowling. This FanFiction is purely for entertainment and I do not earn any money from it.

"Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending."

The darkness is growing, even from the sanctuary of Hogwarts Castle we can see as much. We know that out there somewhere forces are growing that are beyond our control, forces that would love nothing more than to see chaos in the wider wizarding community.

Despite the negativity of the Ministry which did nothing but make the transition between what once was and what now is much more difficult I can not help but wonder what Harry's role in all of this is, they are calling him 'The Chosen One' the one who is prophesised to defeat Lord Voldemort but even this seemingly impossible task weighs heavily upon him. As a friend I see this, more so than any other. It's not a physical thing, more emotional you can see when staring into his beautiful green eyes the weight of this task lurking in their depths.

I know that things are changing in ways they've never been changed before. You can see it in the eyes of the teachers; they've never seen it like this before. There was no longer any dispute; Lord Voldemort had most definitely returned to full power and was beginning his second reign of terror right where the first had crumbled beneath him. All because of one person – Harry. As much as he is our saviour he is one of the reasons we are being targeted. Lord Voldemort believes that Harry's death is the answer to all his problems.

Even though Harry at times does not believe it in himself that he is 'The Chosen One' the one who is supposed to rid the world of the man calling himself Lord Voldemort. I know he will, I've known him long enough to know that he will not rest until he has given defeating him his best go but at times it seems as though one person can do nothing to stop them, the truth is they can, I've learnt this in my time at Hogwarts; from being Harry's friend.

I've seen single people make all the difference in the world, safe to say none of those people had ever been me. I always hoped to keep my nose out of things, to keep my head down, to study. However these plans become terribly side-tracked the day Harry Potter and Ron Weasley saved me from the hands of a troll, a situation I'm almost glad I found myself in. Since then I've found myself in situations many of the students at Hogwarts would have nightmares about. The fight I participated in at the Ministry of Magic just last year one of many events that my life seemed to become entangled with.

We'd already put up with so much, the enhanced security measures the Aurrors lurking within the castle at all times. I wondered just how much more of it we could take, it was obvious that these measures weren't going to help us avoid the wrath of Lord Voldemort forever; however they might have saved us this year. I was one of the privileged few to know of Lord Voldemort's secret, his one greatest weakness - His Horcruxes. Perhaps this is why Harry was destined to be the one to defeat him, because as he and Professor Dumbledore delved further into the past searching for answers it became more and more apparent how truly evil this man was.

Were simple defences really going to stop someone as powerful as Lord Voldemort, a man who not only committed a crime against nature, splitting his soul once, but went further and split it six times? Was anything going to be able to keep us safe. There were times during the year that made us all thing, the cursing of Katie Bell, Ron's poisoning two events that proved to us just how 'safe' we really were. These questions begged the question: We're they feeding us lies? My worries seemed almost stupid, trivial, but perhaps we weren't as safe as they made us think we were perhaps the security and extra precautionary measures they put in place were merely for the peace of mind the parents. Because from the classrooms one dreary day in June everyone noticed that perhaps we weren't as hidden away from the terrors of the outside world as we originally first thought, they were slowly gaining on us…

We were no longer safe…