I am no Saviour. No Champion of Justice or Chosen One. Heroism isn't my style. I was born in the dark, and in the dirt. I lived a life of fear, and learnt to run and to hide before I could walk. At the age of 14 I was given a chance to escape the monstrosity of The Dark Lords rule. I grabbed it with both hands and ran. My name is Emrysa Devere, and this is how I saved the world.

The Death Eaters are in Azkaban, but Voldemort is still at large. No-one ever said 5th year was going to be easy. The strings of fate are going to be playing to a different tune in a whirlwind of new beginnings.