“There is no good and evil, there is only
power, and those too weak to seek it.”
TOM MARVALO RIDDLE
In the year 1969, nearly twenty five years have passed since the fall
of the Dark Wizard Grindelwald. What started out as peace has turned to chaos. Riots. Protests. Politics. Liberation. The world is changing, the tenets of the past becoming less and less common as the Purists cling to their old traditions. More than a generation of
children have passed through Hogwarts since a young man named Tom
Riddle had departed it, leaving a legend of terror concerning a hidden
chamber and a monster that Hogwarts students still
whisper about today. He had been bright and young and full of
promise, and those that knew him were surprised when he’d gone to work
at a shop in Knockturn Alley and eventually faded into obscurity.
Not that there were many who remembered him, really. For
most people, those whose lives had gone down more ordinary paths, they
had forgotten about him, if they ever really knew he existed For
those that knew him, there had been occasional visits over the years or
tired owls from foreign countries speaking of dark magics and cursed
spells and always the search for power, for some indefinable magic that
would bring the boy with so much promise into prominence in a world he
felt he’d been born to rule. When he returned, even those that
knew him didn’t recognize him.
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