The lovely tragedy of Romeo and Juliet started and ended in the Italian city of Verona. There two lovers lost there life's, sacrificing their mortal bodies to free their immortal souls from the ties of that bind them.

Our story, however, does not take place in a small Italian city. It begins with a war, two sides fighting for the same thing; control. Our story goes beyond the realm of mortality and will blur the lines between heaven and hell, what is considered good and what is considered bad.

Our story, sadly, begins with death of a king and the peaceful times that he established. Before his death the king did not name a heir that would take his place as king. The king had two sons Godric and Salazar. Both sons clammed the throne for there own when their father died. Since there was no named heir the brothers went to war, splitting the kingdom that their father put his blood and tears in in half.

Centuries went by and even though the brothers died years ago, two sides still fought in their names. The lions against the snakes.

On Salazar's side, whose people are called Death Eaters, their king was a man named Voldemort. Lord Voldemort, like his predecessors, had the blood of Salazar in them. On his thirtieth birthday Voldemort, as required by law, must have a named heir to carry on his name. However, the Dark Lord did not have any children of his own, so he ordered that all babies born in the month of his own birth be brought to him.

Fifteen babies were brought before their king in a neat row from oldest to youngest, eight boys and six girls. The Dark Lord expected each babe for strength and name. Blood was important to the Dark Lord and his followers, anything less than pure was either banished or killed off.

The youngest babe, a girl, was last to be brought to her king. She was a small thing for she fitted perfectly in her Lords hands, but she was not still constantly squirming and kicking little legs. When Voldemort expected her face dark brown, almost black, orbs met his grey ones before the babe bit his slender fingers with powerful jaws. Though she had no teeth, the sheer force of the bite startled the Dark Lord. Voldemort brought the babe with him to his throne of bones, his pet snake making her home around it. He studied the babe for long moments, the babe meeting his every gaze. He then signaled the guards to bring in the babes parents.

The babes parents, Cygnus III and Druella Black, bowed before him, keeping their eyes trained to the dark marble floor.

"I have made my decision," the Dark Lord said in his dry husky voice. "When the time comes this child shall sit where I am sitting. Her name Cygnus," Cygnus lifted his eyes to see his first born child in the hands of their lord.

"She does not have one yet my Lord, You see she was only born two days ago, we have not the time to name her," Cygnus dropped his head when Voldemort trained his eyes on him.

"How unfortunate, it seems I have no choice but to name her myself," he studied the babe once more. "Her name, shall be Bellatrix and from this point forth she is my heir. You can leave."

The babes parents bowed once more then left the hall, tears streaming down their faces for they had just given up their only child.

One the other side, of the kingdom called Godric Hallow, a baby girl was born. Her mother died to see that she would live, and her father killed in battle months before her birth. The nurse maid who helped deliver the girl wrapped her in a blanket and in the cloak of night brought her to the castle doors. Gently placing the babe on the stoop she knocked once then left. A women in green stepped out and called out. Not receiving an answer she started back. What stopped her was a cry no softer then an owl hoot.

There wrapped in a grey blanket was a baby, still pink with birth. The women cooed softly as she picked up the babe and brought her inside and directly to the king. The news of the babe spread like wild fire and the women was flooded with questions as she walked down the corridor to the King. The women was quickly let inside, large wooden doors closing with a loud slam behind her.

A man with a long white beard and hair looked over his shoulder from where he was looking from the window.

"What brings you here at this late hour Minerva?" the king walked from the window to his throne where a large red and gold bird sat on his perch and scratched the birds head affectionately.

"It's a baby Albus, left just outside the castle," Minerva brought the baby to the older man and he looked at the child like he had never seen anything like it before.

"Abandoned children are not my problem Minerva. I have bigger things to deal with."

"If they wanted to abandon her they would of left her at the orphanage or in the woods instead they left her here, Albus I encourage you to see reason," Albus shook his head and started to turn away. Minerva sighed and started to leave when a squawk and a gurgling stopped bother her and the King.

The large red and gold bird was nuzzling the tiny body the Minerva held protectively in her arms. The King watched his bird with fascination, which gave the King the first good view of the child.

Small and pink with new life, she had small gold rings on the top of her head and bright gold brown eyes. In those eyes the King saw knowledge, a thirst, a craving for it. Behind those eyes laid a mind that would make any scholar weep. This mind need only the best teachers, and access to that knowledge.

"We keep her," the words were said so quickly that Minerva almost missed them.

"Yes, of corse Albus," with glee Minerva started out until a thought struck her. "What shall we call her?" the King shrugged.

"Name her as you see fit," Minerva smiled at the new born and rocked her gently in her arms.

"Hermione," the baby smiled up at her arms waving.

Thus so it was, two babes born into a war before their time and placed into the hands of two men who would stop at nothing to see the other one burn.

A spin on the Harry Potter story with a medieval kinda feel to it. Tell me what you think. I owe nothing.