The Child of Dark and Light
Chapter 1
The Begginning of the End
The Prophecy
The Child of Dark and Light is coming. This child shall be the turning point of the great war that is coming. Which ever side succeeds in gaining the child's help shall conquer and bring about a change in this world. This child shall have unknown powers and be known by their ever changing eyes.
This prophecy sits alone on a rack deep in the Department of Mysteries. For the longest time it sat all alone with a lable. When Harry conqured the Dark Lord, many department workers felt the prophacy was about was about the Boy Who Lived. But, the circumstaces relating to the Child, did not fit the young boy. So the unclaimed prophacy remains unmarked, covered in dust, amung the many racks of similar orbs.
When the prophecy was told, it was in the hearing of four wizards. Three of whom where sitting with the seerer who spoke the prophecy, the fourth was one who belonged to the Dark, though unknown to the other three.
A little over a year before Lord Voldemort's fall
Albus Dumbledore held his weeping granddaughter, Alanna, to his chest.
"My dear child, I'm so sorry that this has happened to you. He will not get away with this!"
"But Papa, why...why did he have to ra, ra, rape me?" Alanna managed to gasp out, as tears poured down her face, "Why wouldn't he just kill me?"
"It is not you fault my dear. Voldemort is trying to get to me through you, just know that he will never come close to you ever again!"
"I just feel so used Papa!" Alanna screamed out in her heart ache.
"I know young one, I know. Rest is you can, I will be downstairs if you need me, just come and get me. Know that you are safe in this house, he cannot get to you here."
Albus laid his granddaughter on her bed, thinking of how he had already lost his son and daughter-in-law. If he had lost their child tonight, his one remaining, loving, member of his family he would have been crushed.
The next morning, Albus came into Alanna's room to check on his poor granddaughter. As soon as he got to her door, he knew that something wasn't right. Opening the door he saw the empty bed and the note witten in a shaky hand, on the nightstand.
Papa,
I'm so sorry! I just cannot stay here in England! I don't feel safe anymore, even with you watching over me. I've left for America, You Know Who, doesn't have that strong of an influence here, as he does in England. Please don't try to find me Papa.
I love you so much,
Alanna Dumbledore
Nine months later
"PUSH child, PUSH...you must PUSH!!!" yelled a nurse over the screams of a 20 year child in labor at Han's Magical Medical Hospital.
"The head is crowning, one or two more, hard pushes, should take care of it." said the doctor in charge of delivering the newborn. The mother gives one more hard push, acommpanied by one last long scream. The healthy wails of a newborn, fills the ensuing silence left after the mother's last scream.
"It's a baby girl miss." The doctor tells the young mother, as he hands her the child.
The mother looks very flushed, as she takes the child, "I name you Adonia, it means beautiful goddess, my beautiful child." As the woman, named Alanna, gazes at her child, her vision starts to fade, a last gasp escapes her lips, the child os taken from her arms, she barley hears the doctor start yelling again, something about hemorrhaging and not being able to stop the bleeding. "Where is my baby, Ad..." her voice barely a whisper, fades out entirely.
The doctor hears the mother's last little question, before her breath leaves her body forever, once it lef the body and the machines hooked up to the same body agreed, the doctor pulled a sheet over the poor dead mother, then states the time of death is 12:05 am. The child was born at midnight on June 24. He glances at the little girl, named Adonia, takes her to the nursery, before calling the Wizard's special branch of Children Services to come and try and find the newborn witch some parents, as nothing was known about the mother, who the father could have been, or if there were any family that could take the newborn in.
