❝ The infamous Marauders and the Golden Trio have passed through our halls.
The era of the Golden Trio has long past, but their legacy still remains. ❞
It's the year 2023.
It has been roughly twenty years since the adventures of Harry Potter and his comrades took place. Voldemort and his minions, the Death Eaters, have been defeated and scattered. These glorious stories have left marks on the Wizard World's history, just as also they have left their marks in the hearts of wizards and witches, young and old alike. These stories are told from the parent to the child, and they serve as the inspirational seed in the minds of the young.
Now it is time for the new generation to arise and write their own history!
Yet again, a new semester in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is about to begin. Learning magic once again gets everyone excited, it's never dull! (Except maybe History of Magic classes.) Very thrilling things are about to come about; after last year's seniors left, many new positions on Quidditch teams have opened. Fifth years have their O.W.L.s and seventh years their N.E.W.T.s (though not all are very excited about them). New teachers are taking over the retired teacher's positions. First years are coming in and are to be sorted. There are even some new transfer students, how very exciting and exotic! It's time to make new relationships; acquaintances, friends, and enemies.
All is well... Or is it?
As peace has been very prosperous for the past two decades, something stirs beneath the surface... In the minds of some students, new ideas are born. Because history is only written by the winners, the words are sugar and honey coated. Which leaves the ugly truths in the shadows so they can make way for glory. The underground of the wizarding world is slowly stirring, growing restless. Lately, there has been a lot of talk about prejudice towards muggle-borns and squibs in the Daily Prophet too, but the treatment of the half-breeds is being shrugged off, and that is starting to ruffle some feathers (depending on the half-breed, maybe even in the very literal sense). The ones without a voice are silently screaming in frustration and anger. Restlessness is growing in the community, and the static can be almost felt in the air as the Daily Prophet headlines keep stirring the pot. It almost feels like someone out there is pulling the strings from the shadows. It's almost like someone wants the chaos.
Maybe the evil that was once defeated... was not so defeated after all? But the question is; who are the good guys? It's tradition against revolution, and it forces everyone to choose sides eventually.
A faceless threat is upon us. And this time... it's all of us.
Something wicked this way comes.