Author's notes: Heya lovelies, I finally uploaded a story after weeks of nagging from a certain friend. Well, this is dedicated to her and her significant other. This is like my first time to post a story so be nice and keep those flmaes burning.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. So sad.

The Prophecy

He who shall vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies

Born to those who thrice defied him

The dark Lord shall mark him as his equal

And he shall have powers the Dark Lord knows not

The light must guide him from darkness

And protect his innocence, his wrath

The one who will vanquish the dark lord will live as the seventh month dies

Order Headquarters, Hogwarts.

The Order of the Phoenix was located in Hogwarts, one of the places that were yet to be taken by the Dark Lord Voldemort. A meeting was currently in progress. The head, Dumbledore, had called some important members in order to disclose to them a prophecy by Sybil Trelawney, now Divination professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The people in attendance were James and Lily Potter, Frank and Alice Longbottom, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape.

The prophecy was met by different reactions: hope, relief, fear, doubt, horror, and many more. The Potters and the Longbottoms were particularly distressed. Both families had escaped Lord Voldemort thrice, and both were expecting children by the end of the next month, July.

“Clearly, the prophecy points to the two families in his room,” Dumbledore said tiredly. “We cannot risk Tom finding out about this prophecy. All four of you are already vital members to the Order and problems to the dark side. This will put your families into greater danger. Tom will do everything he can to eliminate your children once they are born, or even before that.”

“What do you propose we do, Albus? There is a spy in the Order, I just know it! Once this reaches his ears, Voldemort will stop at nothing to prevent his downfall.” Frank said worriedly, comforting his pregnant wife.

“I intend to put you both under the Fidelius charm, with myself as secret-keeper.” Dumbledore answered, eyes alight with determination.

“You can’t, Albus!” James protested, as much as he hated it. “We’re needed in the war. We’re usually the ones who lead the others. We can’t go into hiding yet.”

Lily and the Longbottoms sorrowfully agreed. Dumbledore gave in.

“We’ll wait until the babies are born and try to see which one of them would be our savior. Then we’ll decide who will go into hiding and when.” Dumbledore said. “Severus, would you kindly inform us if ever Tom gets a hold on the prophecy?”

Snape nodded.

After that, they changed the topics into defense strategies, war refugees and recruiting new members. Peter excused himself, saying that his mother was sick at home and needed him. He was dismissed without a thought.

The Slytherin Manor, Somewhere in England

Wormtail apparated just outside the anti-apparition wards of the Dark Lord’s headquarters, clad in death eater robes and donning a white mask. He went inside, trembling visibly. The guards sneered at him as he passes the door leading straight in the Dark Hall, the dark side’s meeting place.

He saw a jet of blood red light a second before being hit with pain. He screamed and fell to the ground, writhing. Voldemort held the curse for a minute before ending it. Wormtail was panting hard.

“Speak,” He said coldly.

“Master…” Wormtail rasped. “A prophecy has been made by Sybil Trelawney, a prophecy about the one who could defeat you.” He recited the prophecy as Dumbledore had. Voldemort’s eyes narrowed.

“And who will be such?” He asked, rising from his seat.

“There are two possibilities, Master. It is either the son of the Potter’s or that of the Longbottom’s.”

“Both thorns in my side!” Voldemort snarled. “I will kill both children when they are born. I want to see the light disappear from the eyes of my ‘supposed’ equal. At the same time, the parents will be too grief-wracked then to resist me.”

“But Master, Dumbledore arranged for them to be put under Fidelius as soon as the children are born.” Wormtail stuttered.

“That, Wormtail, is where you come in…” Voldemort said.

St. Mungo’s Hospital, 1 month later

St. Mungo’s Center was as busy as can be with several people, both fighters and civilians, healing from their injuries from the war. People came in hordes, bloodied and some barely alive. It took a lot from the medical staff to stand caring for so much people with oh-so-gruesome injuries.

Tonight, the maternity ward was also busy. Lily Potter and Alice Longbottom were giving birth to a possible hero. Their husbands were also there, currently sleeping because of exhaustion. A few members of the Order, those who were off duty or being treated for injuries, were also present.

The first cry erupted at 11:00 pm. Neville (named after Alice’s father) was a cute, average sized baby with a round face, black eyes and dark brown hair. Frank was wide awake by then and had tears in his eyes as he held his firstborn.

James waited patiently for his own. Sirius Black, his best friend, put an arm around him for support. The twins came out simultaneously. The nurse, realizing that she did not observe which twin came first, randomly picked the one, thinking that it made no difference. She chose wrong.

Chris Potter, an average sized baby with red hair and hazel eyes, was born at 11:59pm. He looked very healthy and was instantly recognized to be a bouncing baby boy.

Meanwhile, Harry Potter, that smaller of the twins, had emerald green eyes and black tuffs of hair. He looked frail and thin compared to his brother. He was born at exactly 12 midnight, when July died.

Dumbledore arrived, took a good look at the nurse’s notes and the two very different babies, and picked up a sleeping Chris Potter.

“This little one is going to save us all.” He cried happily.

How very wrong he was.

End of Chapter 1