It is important to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then can evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated.
Sneaking through the Forbidden Forest a boy named Erik Lestrange finds an odd looking stone with strange markings and a crack down the middle. With three turns over in his hands, a disembodied, snake- like voice echoed in his ear. "My grandson... I have... a grandson..." A misty spectral appeared, not fully formed due to his fragmented soul, with red slits as eyes and a maniacal smile. "My boy, Lord Voldemort is your family now..."
Now that Erik has a new mentor, he plans to stir up the pure-blood obsession once more. Will the wizarding world finally put Muggles in their rightful place? Or will there be a Savior to come to their aid?