LIFE IS ON

 "We deeply regret to inform you that your son isn't fit for our school. Hence, he must not be joining us this year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Although this was communicated by our last mail as well that your request to help your son join the school has been dismissed for we have found out that despite being born in a wizard family your son holds no magical virtual in other words as they prefer to say is a 'Squib'. We deeply regret to inform you about this decision, but there is no need to worry, as the school headmaster Professor Eric McLaggen had assured to help you find out the perfect school for your son. His exact words- `Mister Robbin Greg, must and will surely be aided by me personally to the best and the highly rated school for special wizards. And I must leave no bounds in order to help him secure his position.` Robbin had outperformed many students in theoretical subjects such as history of magic...." "Mom! what does it say? Can ...

 "saa-hee-iaa-pheas" "haa-seey-yaa-phesh" "naa-hey-saa-saash" Little Marvolo Gaunt was enjoying his eleventh birthday with the snake friends he had had since his birth. Snakes didn't harm him, infact they loved talking to him. Many people had been in a shock after witnessing this strange kind of boy growing their little village of Hangleton. The Gaunt Shack, that is where he had been living since the day he was born, but this shack wasn't the shattered one in the forest, instead it had made it's place amoung the locals. Merina Gaunt, Marvolo's mother was a very generous and a kind hearted spirit always willing to help and contribute to the village. Marvolo was one of the dearest and talented kids amoung the village, whom everyone was fond of. The evidence of this unique talent he possessed was once tested when a girl from village was bitten by a snake moving around the village. Surprisingly, the doctors have failed to remove the poison from...

 Let's say, at night, at an unknown point in time, a bunch of aurors were fulfilling their duties around the village of Greeve. Wands in their extended arms, with Lumos cast at their tip, were moving across the street, at a wide distance from each other. One of the Aurors took the tip of the wand, which had stopped illuminating eventually, and poked it into the left cheek of his face. "I think he's near the lake. Probably so, gentlemen, let's advance in that direction," said the auror who was wearing a greyish cloth, wrapped around his body, giving him a look of an ancient Muggle philosopher, though all the others had been covered in the same attire. seven feet away halt another auror who did the same gesture of poking the wand to his left cheek and said, "No soul has ever returned from that doomed lake Argus, are you sure? that we nonetheless shall advance?", "Can you find his soul in this land, Helton? I strongly suggest that half of the lot stay ...