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| QUOTE | The world was changed in a split second. The Phoenix appeared over the grounds of Hogwarts, as two sides stood on the brink of battle. It sang a song. One side sang with it, the other side shrank.
Voldemort could not stomach the song. It was a song Harry had not heard before. A song no one had. But it did the job. Voldemort fled and his Death Eaters too.
A year passed. Hogwarts was rebuilt and lives returned to normal, or as normal as possible. Even though Voldemort had not been seen, Harry knew that he was still out there somewhere; he knew that he, Harry, would meet him again.
But where was he? For all this time Harry was sat waiting Voldemort could have been concentrating his power, making new Horcruxes, planning his return.
Then it happened. Voldemort returned.
Where he had been, no one knew. What he had done was unknown but in the middle of Diagon Alley he struck, killing half the street in one fatal blow.
This was it; the third war. Auror training would have to wait. Harry had an army to lead.
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The year is 1999 and the wizarding world is about to enter the next millenium. But darkness lingers around the corner. For when Lord Voldemort is around, death is but a stone's throw away...
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