A/N;Thanks to my beta reader R. Carelli, for the corrections of my grammar, also, this is my story, from another sight, but different pen name. Also I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters.

The girl with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies, and the Dark Lord will mark her as his equal. She will have the power the Dark Lord knows not of, she either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives. The girl with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.

A young couple is told of a prophecy. A young woman is holding a baby, just a day old. She's wrapped in a pink blanket and the woman holding her is crying. She now knows her child's "destiny".

"Please, Alexandra cannot be the girl" The young woman cried.

"I'm sorry Lily, there are no other girls that were born on that specific date, you and James child matches the description perfectly, there is no doubt, I'm sorry" An old man spoke gravely.

"Professor Dumbledore, what can we do to protect our child?" James asks looking worried.

"There is a spell I can perform, it will change her physically and mentally," He began, "Lily, James, you both must choose now, a spy whom heard only the first part of prophecy, has reported this to Voldemort, and Voldemort will unfortunately look for the girl." Dumbledore said intensely.

As the couple looked to each other, they sadly nodded.

"Then cast the spell." Lilly uttered, looking at Dumbledore.

"James, please take Alexandra." Dumbledore instructed, looking at the baby, whom resembled her Mother.

"This won't hurt Alex, will it?" James asked as he looked at the precious bundle in his arms.

"It should not, I will place a sleeping charm on her just to make sure, Alexandra wont feel a thing." Dumbledore replied.

He held the wand above the sleeping child and cast the two spells that would change the young child. As the spells was casts, the room went a vibrant bright color and the last words were heard.

"Goodbye, Alexandra Potter, your new name is," the voice was cut off, as the brightness faded into nonexistence.

In a small room, a boy of fourteen year old boy awoke.

What was that dream about?

He thought about it for several moments but the dream was slowly being forgotten, all he could remember was that it involved his Mother, Father, and Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore.

Harry struggled to remember more about the girl named Alex but now couldn't.

I wonder if I should owl Professor Dumbledore?

Harry thought about this plan of action but made the decision to forget about the dream.

He drifted slowly to bed, hopping to see more of his parents in his dreams.