Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling's; not mine. And unlike her, I'll probably take centuries to post new chapters, what with school, choir (Festival of Carols is going to be hell this week if all the Nativity practices earlier were any indication), outside Mandarin classes, outside Japanese classes (which I've yet to decide whether or not it is really worth it) and excruciatingly torturous piano practices.
"The one 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 him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…"
When Voldemort left the Malfoy Manor that night, his followers certainly did not expect him to return accompanied. But that was exactly what happened, and with a sleeping infant nonetheless! To describe them as shocked would be an understatement.
"Is that…" stuttered Nott, pointing a shaky finger at the bundle in his master's arms.
A stern look from the ruby eyed wizard silenced him. "This," he said coldly, "is the child whom has been prophesized to have the power to destroy me, if that is what you are wondering." Scattered gasps of horror and curious muttering rippled around the drawing room of which the Death Eaters were all gathered at.
Bellatrix Lestrange timidly stepped into the circle and said, "My Lord, may I inquire why your greatness has not yet destroyed this…babe if that is the case?" She immediately rejoined her husband when she was shot a deathly glare from her master.
"You are forgetting, Bellatrix, that this child apparently possesses the power to kill me. However, by taking him in now, I have the opportunity of utilizing that power. Even if he proves too dangerous in the end, I can still kill him myself." explained the Dark Lord nonchalantly, as if teaching her that the sum of one and one is two.
His Death Eaters nodded solemnly and some began to compliment him for such a well thought out plan, completely oblivious to the somewhat warm glance their master spared for the subject of their discussion and the golden haired toddler lingering at the top of the stairs just outside of the room.
Questioning grey eyes scanned the circle of cloaked wizards curiously before finally landing the on the snakelike man in the center. It was then the pale boy noticed a tightly wrapped bundle in that particular man's arms. He peered more closely at it and with a gasp realized that it was a baby. A baby boy with messy raven hair and a thunderbolt shaped scar on his forehead.
Little did Draco Malfoy know at the time, he had just set eyes on the child who will later be known as The Boy Who Lived, and the Heir of Darkness.
"…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"
Author's Note: So, what do you think? Was this chapter awesome (hopefully)? Horrible (hopefully not)? Either way, please review! Constructive criticisms are encouraged and flames will be used to roast marshmallows!