PG-13 for now
everything is as it appears. That is what shapes the difference between
black and white, good vs. evil, right vs. wrong. Those who are supposed to
be "good" might be just as bad as those who prefere to wander the
shadows. After all, how can good
exist on its own, while everyone carries the Shadow within to one extent or
the shadows lie 'cross the Land,
balance shifts like sand.
borne of Cats Flower,
Darkness will wane in its Power.
5 and 10
years then shall wend,
hand of fate shall send
a darkness to stain the land.
Child with mark of Pain
find before him two marked paths,
The one of
blind faith leads to blood bath.
Truth be known to Serpent and Sire
chance to Grow will be higher.
these things should by chance be Hidden,
shall rise as Dark Master has bidden.
hidden 'neath mask of Light,
A wish for
Power may turn the fight.
players before plays End,
So for the
Light the Serpent may Defend.
Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
stared down at the parchment which his younger brother Aberforth had sent
him. Throughout his life, Aberforth had an uncanny ability to predict the
future. So it often was in obscure rhyme such as this. Dumbledore frowned
down at the scrap covered in writing; the prophecy written on it didn't bode
well with his plans. Who was this Serpents child? Tapping a finger
against his desk, he thought. The Flower could only be Lily Evans-Potter,
as not too many witches had flower names at the time. She was a powerful
witch, especially for one who was muggle-born. But James…he was not the
cat. He couldn't be. Nothing about him was remotely catlike, even his
animagus form was a stag. So who could it be?
stirred on his perch, a light crooning soothing the forming headache of the
headmaster. This was nearly as bad as when he had to turn Lily's heart
away from Severus Snape not too long ago. He had needed his spy to keep
his attention on Voldemort not worrying about a girl. He had had other
plans for Lily her blood combined with Potters would create very gifted
children who he could use. 'Children…hmmm..they already had their
first', he remembered. 'A boy as I recall. Named him
Harry. Let's see…he will be 1 in July.' As Dumbledore thought
this through, something clicked. In order for Harry to be turning 1
already… he would have to have been already conceived, before he had
erased Lily, James, and Severus' memories! 'That could only mean that,
yes…that makes sense now… I shall have to keep a close eye on Harry 'Potter'
from now on.' Long fingers stroked his beard as he contemplated the
rest of the prophecy, blue eyes twinkling behind crystal lenses.
Harry and run!"
Potter gripped his wand as Lily ran upstairs with Harry held tight in her
arms. He resolutely faced the destroyed doorway, and the robed menace
that stood in its remains. Shuddering slightly at the chill the monster
exuded, he sought to buy as much time as possible for Lily and her child to
escape. In the back of his mind, he smiled wryly at that thought. 'How
ironic it is, that just when I remember what had really happened, I'm going to
die. I'm only glad I was able to send those letters in time before this
happened. How could Dumbledore have done that? I trusted
him!' Those thoughts were held in abeyance though as the snake-like
monster lifted its own wand. Cold red eyes gazed dispassionately at James
as James tried to stop him with hexes and charms. They glanced off his
shield, and Voldemort laughed. A high, cold cackle that froze his
blood. It was worse when he spoke.
boy. Don't think to stop me; I will have what I came for. Avada
Kedavra…" Unearthly green light washed out of the wand heading straight
for James chest. He watched it come, thinking only as he felt his life
torn away, 'I'm sorry, Severus, I couldn't…'
gazed down at the small child in his arms, given to him by Hagrid. There,
plain as day on his forehead was a lightning shaped scar, a mark of pain. 'Serpents
child with mark of pain…' The words of the prophecy echoed in his
head. Though there were perhaps better guardians for this young one, the
Dursleys would make sure of it, with their prejudices, that once young Harry
came to Hogwarts, he would be easily made into accepting him as mentor, a
protector, allowing him to steer his young mind into the careful mold that he
wanted. Without further thought, he placed young Harry on the doorstep of
Number 4, Privet Drive and gestured Hagrid and Minerva to follow him back to