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Dark times come closer, and so blurred it all became that it was hard to distinguish who was 'good' and who was 'evil' as good wasn't in colour of light, but in gray, tragically similar to evil. Everything submerged into gray, a terrifically melancholic shade which tended to bring chaos. Everywhere was destruction. Wars. Huge buildings in ashes. Cries. Agony. Pain. All greed could bestow was on the streets of Great Britain and soon starting to contaminate the whole world.

The Dark Lord and the supposedly hero of the Greater Good fought, and the lines between good and evil grew fainter, as both of them broke the rules of humanity. The sorrows did not lessen, but did the contrast. Such was the time when the third group, whom Dumbledore fervently had hoped vanished out of the race, rose greater and more powerful than ever, known as the Inferno.

They were after something that could change the direction of the tide. The natural power holder, ultimate key to eradicate war from the history, in leaving the whole power in one of the three groups. Dumbledore's efforts to hide it, more specifically her, went in vain, as the two other cults weren't those too soon to give up.

And, she was a human. And a human cannot be hid forever, it makes noise because it has a mouth, and it makes choices because it has the capability to. And choice, she made. They say an enemy's enemy is a friend, but the question is, who is the enemy? Who is the friend?

They also say that everything, be it light or dark, has to bow before love, the greatest of all, and the times were adamant to check the validity of the so-called truth.

"Light"

"Dark"

"Gray. "

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