Evil abrewin'

All was quiet this dark and cloudy evening at Hogwarts, but the silence did not equate to innocence and slumber, for not all were sleeping this night.
Evil had threatened this sanct and hollowed learning ground for young witches and wizards, and where, in the past, evil got so close to winning, good still prevailed- but make no mistake, evil was still abrewin'.

Here at Hogwarts it has always been believed that the "strength of good" buoyed the children through those dreadful years, but in the camps of some (mostly the House of Slytherin), murmurs were heard that it was simply the act of "praying the bad away" that brought prosperity; truly an irony (that Slytherin would be praying) not lost on those who lived through the years of "He Whose Name Shall Not Be Spoken", aka "Dick Cheney (or Dan Quayle)".

But on this night a silence was enveloping the grounds, a silence that betrayed its self, so deafening were the awkward pauses. Slight was the breeze, but on it rode a few light whispers, whispers that would have sent chills down the spine of Professor Trelawney had she heard them and recalled her visions from years prior. But her mind is now murky and only a few pieces fall into place, "The one with the power to vanquish approaches...the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..." and so Trelawney goes forth, not knowing, but sensing, an evil emerging once more. What is for certain is that this evil speaks with the parsfaltongue...