First is the phoenix,

Lets out a Loud Squawk,

Now seven come forward to take old man's place.

The first is brave, and loyal and true.

The second is clever, and kind.

She's keen and she's courteous,

Of what others do and say.

And then there where three,

The second man shouts,

He bathes in the glory of the first of the heirs,

But with hand-me-downs on back,

He stands tall and he cares.

Less known to the three the fourth stands alone,

A lot like the first,

Yet she holds a dark secret,

If anyone found out she would die by her keeper

Number five, with hair as red as blood,

Steps up to the altar,

A year 1 the less then the first through the forth,

She keeps her head held high,

And listens to her father.

The number was 6,

And thus two yet two take the stand.

The next was again a lot like the first,

Yet known to the first three,

He was unknown to them all,

And last but not least,

Where finally here,

We've reached the end,

Number seven,

The smart and the thin.

-Marcus Crost







The old man slowly put down the quill, and rolled up the seventh piece of parchment, he laid it on top of the others, and muttered the words that would help them all.

He left out into the night, he was headed towards the Potters home in Godric's Hollow, he knew that all the future depended on him.

He stared at the ruins it still made him sad even though he'd known for weeks what was to happen. and what he was to do.

He entered the house, or what was left of it and headed for the room in which he new his grandson was lying. He picked up the baby and went outside. He healed the baby up over his head, and recited the words that his grandfather had spoken so many years ago. 'Ahh ci cio korckama loompa zeopora klo kookcrea!' the air grew cold 'let this baby live, bring the power of lightning, sun and earth' thunder crackled above and a single bolt of lightning shot towards the baby's head. Though the man didn't make to move the baby boy, instead he stood perfectly still.

As the lightning hit the baby's head he recited 'ratama krogra wastama litnia loompa lakama lolin kisko ' the lightning receded and all that was left was a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. He wanted to take Harry with him but he only knew two well what could happen when you tried to change destiny.

As he laid Harry down that night he whispered 'acrama conta boyta loova lio- ontlo, to the boy who lived'

As he lay down to sleep that night, he knew he wouldn't live to see mourning, his time had come. Just as well he thought, there would be dark day's ahead, very dark.





15 years in the future Hermione Granger starred blankly at the flames infront of her. At least that's how it would appear to anyone else, but only she knew these flames would tell her future.

The flames roared as the sun finally begun to rise, a Ring of Fire encircled her but she didn't seem to notice.

The middle of the flames reviled a picture of her and Harry making out by the lake, the picture faded to revile her and ron arguing, and once more it changed to revile harry and victor, lying dead infront of Voldemort, and her starring at the to boys in shock.

A Single bottle hung from her neck.

The flames receded and all that was left was a small bottle on a silver chain She slipped it over her head, and started back towards Hagrid's Hut, where Harry and Ron would be waiting for her with the half giant Hagrid.

She wasn't in a hurry, she wasn't a good liar and what if they asked her if she liked Harry. as more than a friend, and she didn't want to ruin their friendship.

As she reached the hut she took off the bottle and stuffed it in her pocket, no use in showing it to them, like Gantam had said the month before she started her 6th year at Hogwarts "They wont understand". She reached the cabin in the dim light of mourning sun and was greeted by Hagrid's bloodhound fang.

"What did you see." Harry asked calmly although knew he was more excited then even she had been.

"Ummmmmmm," She said "Me and Ron arguing"

"And." He promoted

"You and Victor" She started

"Me and Victor."

"Dead," Hermione said in a small voice

"And, there should be three visions" Harry said

"I'd rather not talk about it right now" Hermione said

"Why not," Ron asked

"Because I don't" She shot back

"Whatever" Said Ron and he went to help Hagrid feed the chickens

"What was the vision?" Harry asked gently

*Hermione's POV*

"Me and You" I stammered shaking from head to toe "You and me, what" He asked his green eyes filled with genuine worry I burst out crying, I couldn't help it I knew that when I told him what I'd seen are friendship would be over "What" he asked as he put his arms around me, I looked up into his deep green eyes, "What's wrong?" he asked again "I.We" I stammered through my tears I looked over his shoulder at the lake. All of a sudden something came to my head, and I said it aloud, Arkara loompa With lightning, Acrama lolin lio-ontlo, Bring us love. A/N Well what do you think, if you don't like it I wont finish it. so review!