Born With Power and Molded by Dreams

A golden strand of light threads into the sky, more follow thereafter. Dumbledore’s the first to lower his wand but neither man falters his gaze, bewitched by an unspoken grief. The world, meanwhile, remains frozen on its axis. In the distance the blood-troth floats, twisting slowly toward the earth.In 1899 they were young, rife with relentless ambition. Their hunger for the Hallows’ power insatiable. They mused of revolution and reshaping the world, destined to forge the true path in the name of ‘the greater good' of the wizarding realm — but when tragedy struck, all that remained was the pact.Soon, that too will be reduced to nothing more than a relic.