Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter that all belongs to J.K. Rowling herself. The only things I do own is the plot and the many versions I have out as well as the characters that I bring into the story. Also yes I have placed many versions of this story out and I think this will be the last version I am quite satisfied with it and it will only be found under this account.

Warning: This story has spoilers from the sixth book I will not use the seventh book at all maybe just a little I dunno yet since I am rewriting this story again.

Also I go by the books so there you go if something seems off. Rarely will I use references from the movies. Believe me the movies are great, but they do not go at all with the books especially the last one Order of the Phoenix.

Anyways this story is rated 'M' for later scenes right now not so much not until way later maybe even sooner I dunno yet.

Yes, I realize that I have another story out like this, but not for long. Besides there is a difference in point of views.

Enjoy.

Chapter One: Reminisces

Not long before after the prophecy of the one who will live. Of the one, who will become famous? Of the one, who will...?

Three other prophecies were born along with it. These prophecies spoke of each individual with their own unique story and even history. A unique story, which dares to accept any welcome perhaps even an unwelcome ending. An ending that has its own written fate, unbeknownst to the owner, even when its beginning was foretold by a mere stranger; where one prophecy alone will make all the differences in both muggle and magical worlds.

The first thought to be the first prophecy speaks of a handsome young boy born into a noble blood family who will be the next in line to receive the powers of the Dark one. Although his fate will not be successful for something born in him, will stop him from receiving such dark gifts. Not only that, he will need to take the place of the one he shares a name with. The path that he chooses will bring the end to one prophecy, which one it is not known yet. Even if the prophecy is sealed, it will be reopening thanks to a single helping hand. An unexpected helping hand to the owner of this prophecy.

The second thought to be the second prophecy speaks of another handsome young boy born into a noble blood family who is forced to take the name of his older sibling as well as the birth date. For his birth will seal and break the fate of his older sibling by just disappearing. Disappearing in a way one will not come to guess. Only one will suffer under his shadow. In the end, even the one who will suffer will also forget. The birth of this person is not meant to last. He is not meant to exist even if he did exist at one point in time. Like all that needs to be forgotten he too is forgotten his existence never was.

The third thought to be the third prophecy speaks of a beautiful smart young girl born into a fair family. Noble among her kind a disgrace among the others who think her blood is not all pure. She is to become a battle for both sides of good and evil as the second war nears. One will befall on her even though it is a sin among the differences in their blood and families. The outcome is even unknown for the maker that told of this prophecy. The one thing that is known is that her fate will end once the one that is born in her is unleashed. It is a dangerous route since whoever awakens her may have the advantage.

The fourth thought to be the fourth prophecy speaks of two births. One of these two newborns at the eve of August is to befall a terrible fate perhaps even a curse, a fate that will seal the ending if it is not stopped in time. One will not live as long as the other lives. The chosen young boy will go through gruesome times, but his loyal friends will be there until the end no matter what other prophecies may say about him. He will become legend among the legends if all goes well since not even prophecies are meant to be believed in.

X--x--X

"Why is it not, that the prophecy is yet complete Arielle?" Asked a shrilly old voice echoing as hid in the midst of the darkest corner of the sacred room where the pentagon was being held.

"Sorry Elder Drago, but that piece of the Pentagon has yet to be revealed it will come in due time so many of us hope," answered the sweet and cheerful voice of Arielle.

"For such a long prophecy it is much longer than I had expected it to be," complained the Elder.

"Well is it not the way of the seers to not complain about the prophecies especially of this one. In all seer history there has only been one Pentagon Prophecy and as of today it still remains unsolved. Only one piece is missing," said Arielle amazed by the ancient stone tablets lying beside her. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at each prophecy placed in the form of a pentagon. Only one was missing and they did not know how it would be found.

"I still do not understand you Arielle only you and your cousin Sybil seek fascination from these old tablets and glyphs made years ago perhaps even an eon ago," said the Elder. "I will never understand them never again," mumbled the Elder to himself so that no one would hear him he then walked out of the shadows to reveal himself. "You are dismissed Arielle."

"Of course Elder Drago," said Arielle taking her leave with a wide smile pasted on her lips.

The Elder stayed in the room looking through each prophecy and reading the name of each person. He still could believe that two of them existed at one point. What mesmerized him the most was the image of the two lovers that were believed to have never existed no matter how many times history repeated itself.

X--x--X

"That's one of the strangest dreams I've ever had so far," she whispered to herself panting trying to catch her breath.

Lazily she looked at the clock on her nightstand her vision was blurred, but she could still see a little, "It's still too early for me to fully wake up."

She then lay back down in order to fallback asleep not finding it to be one bit difficult.

X--x--X

Two people of at least age seventeen are seen running around in a meadow of sleeping moon flowers taking turns on who chases whom. The two people resemble that of deeply in love lovers.

"You can't catch me," said the giggling girl a long braid of chestnut hair following behind her.

"Oh yes I can," said the muscular, but somehow still scrawny looking boy catching the girl in an embrace.

"Looks like you've caught me," said the girl in a fake saddened tone of voice. She then smiles, "Do you want a price?" She asked, smiling broadly holding his face with her soft hands.

"The sight of you is a good enough price milady," said the boy looking at the girl deeply into her beautifully crafted amber violet eyes. He loved the way her eyes caught him off guard he knew that is why he loved her so.

"Sometimes you are too romantic Salazar," said the girl while smiling at Salazar in admiration. She leaned in closer to him planting a soft yet long kiss on his lips.

Salazar pulls away from the girl who looks at him sadly for ending the kiss, "Someone around here has to be don't you think?" He asks smiling, her smile.

The girl simply smiles at him taking a quick glance around their surroundings before meeting back with his silvery emerald green eyes. "Is it safe then?" Asked the girl softly and frightened at the same time.

"Is what safe?" Asked Salazar confused by his lover's question and the fear radiating from her eyes.

"To show what we are of course," said the girl semi-excited, but the fear never leaving her eyes.

Salazar puts the girl down and looks her in the eyes, "No Helena it is not safe. Not yet."

Helena looks at Salazar in the eyes her eyes forming tears at the edge of her eyes. "Salazar you must do something then, my current parents they want me to marry Nathan Fitzgerald. You know very well that I do not want to marry someone as fowl like him. I would rather die than marry him," said Helena full on tears now embracing Salazar with all her remaining strength. "Do something Salazar before time runs out on us again. You do not need to be reminded of the curse anymore."

Salazar embraces Helena like never before in attempt to calm her down, "Do not worry my love I will not let you be married off to that Fitzgerald. As well as no Helena I do not need reminding of the curse we placed on ourselves so long ago."

Helena breaks away from Salazar's embrace and smiles warmly knowing that Salazar will keep his promise, like he always did. "As handsome as you are Salazar you best keep your word for as long as we are around," Helena threatens playfully tears still sliding down her rosy cheeks.

Salazar brings Helena once more to one of his loving embraces and says to her, "Do not worry love I will keep it, and close to my heart so I do not ever forget." He did his best to wipe away her tears since her tears did not fit her pale complexion.

"Better, because you need to remember this: if we ever meet in the past, present, or future my time will continue to be up unless you come and save me."

"A legacy it will continue to be then?" Asked Salazar.

"Yes a legacy," said Helena before kissing him one last time.

X--x--X

This time she woke up from her dream panting once again. She slowly placed her hand over her heart and she could feel it beating quite fast. Too fast for her own liking. She could even swear her heart skip a few beats.

She wiped the sweat away from her eyebrow. "What is it with these recent dreams or memories? Whatever they are," she whispered to herself in a dangerous yet worried tone.

Calm down Hermione it is still too early for it to mean anythingshe thought in order to keep herself calm. She did not want to worry her parents; they had enough already coming from her.

"Isn't it?" She wondered aloud.

Just then the door to her bedroom opened revealing her worried some mother. "Hermione sweetie, are you okay?" her mum asked her softly. She smiled a faintly smile towards her direction. "It's those dreams again isn't it?" She asks all knowingly.

"Unfortunately mum I don't understand them at all. You know for some strange reason I am starting to regret the day I dropped Divination," she whispered unable to believe her own words.

I also sometimes feel as though thoughts are being planted in my head.

"Oh sweetie I wish I could help you somehow, but your father and I are busy all this week," said her mum in her calm, but yet worried tone of voice.

"Mum its okay I'll take the liberty to see both worlds' libraries and see what they have to offer me. It is the least I can do to get my mind together," she said to her mother.

"Very well Hermione. Now will you be able to slumber longer or do you need some tea?"

"Mum please if I wake once more I'll drink a sleeping draught. There is no need for you and daddy to worry. It is just a dream perhaps dreams, but that is all they are."

"Very well Hermione. Now goodnight."

"G'night mum."

After her mum left her bedroom she decided to resume her sleep, since she could not wait any longer. Even though the task proved to be rather difficult for her.

The next morning she woke up to an empty house. Slipping on her fuzzy slippers, she walked out of her bedroom for the first time in weeks, perhaps she simply lost count. The sunlight affected her vision a bit. While she passed the framed mirrors on the walls she couldn't believe the reflection that they reflected.

"I guess that is what happens to one that doesn't eat for weeks. My I've lost much weight in these past few weeks," she says to herself looking through the full-length mirror.

Shaking her head disapprovingly, she continued to make her way to the kitchen to make herself a late breakfast, a very late breakfast considering the time she would usually wake up. In the kitchen, she made herself something light and tasty to eat. Although later on her stomach ends up rejecting the food that she ate.

Having an empty stomach she goes on to take a quick and warm shower. After her shower she dries herself up and when she is dried up she puts on her watermelon scented lotion all over her skin. Having her coat of lotion on she puts on her undergarments followed by a light pink tube top, her jean Capri pants, her white sneakers, and finally her white long sleeve tunic. She then puts her hair up in a mid-high ponytail and of course letting her long bangs fall on their sides followed by some light make-up.

After she made herself look 'alive', she walked out of her house with money and her keys at her hand. Having left her house she makes her way to the crowded streets of London, England. England is surely filled with many bookstores and libraries, but she simply cannot enter one and ask for she what needed. Maybe in a library it will be a different story, but she dared not try.

X--x--X

After she searched many stores in the muggle world, all she could do was buy a journal. Yes a journal that she named Diary. Not having the energy to do anymore exploring she simply headed back home by apparating, but of course no one sees her doing so.

As she apparated home it turned out that her mum and dad had yet to arrive, so she just made her way up to her bedroom, which was also her only sanctuary.

Arriving to her dim lighted bedroom she climbs her staircase found inside her bedroom and she arrived at her desk where she pulls out her favorite pen. She does not think that paper made by muggles will be able to stay clean if she were to use a quill. She worried it might smear easily and even bleed through.

She then began to write in her journal writing everything that has brought her up to this point of her miserable life.

Dear Diary, (Entry #1)

I have so much to tell you since I dare not tell anyone. Not even my closest friends and my parents, it's quite sad really. This may sound silly, but if you were a real living thing, well what I mean by that is if you were a real person then you would be considered the luckiest person from the people I know, because I am confiding in you.

Now how about I start with what is most obvious in my life?

I think that sounds good to me too.

I think I know how to start now. Yes the summer before my twelfth birthday many strange things began to happen. Let me just say that with a simple blink of my eyes things would light up on fire. My parents and I did not understand what was going on with me. Well that is until one summer night the Great Albus Dumbledore showed up at our house. At first sight of him, I felt rather happy and safe. He then went on ahead and gave me my letter of acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After a long explanation to my parents and me about being a young mage of the element of fire as well as being a witch all was settled. Okay almost all, it turns out my powers at that time were still young and out of control. That is why Professor Dumbledore gave me a potion. So that, it would put my powers to slumber for a few years, until I became the age to learn how to control them.

-Heaves a deep sigh- Ah yes year one at Hogwarts was quite exciting at first of course, then bad, and it then went back to being exciting. It is just that it was not exciting when everyone labeled me as a snotty-know-it-all-bitch well not in exactly those words back then. When that label was placed on me, I was a loner and therefore I would be mean to any peer my age and in my year. I got along quite lovely with students in other years. Let me just say that I would think if I stayed away from the crowd I would then attract less attention towards me. I was wrong though because I was the only one who knew all the answers. At the time, I was actually hoping against hope that the others would also know the answers, but no one else's hand would fly up at the mention of a question being asked and waiting to be answered. Anyways as I was saying I was a loner at the beginning, but that all changed at the night of Halloween for Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter had befriended me after saving me from that nasty mountain troll. It did not matter to them afterwards that I was quite rude and mean to them earlier in the year, since it was partly their fault.

My second year at Hogwarts well that year is sort of a blur since I cannot remember much, because I was petrified most of the time, but otherwise –chuckle- it was quite an interesting year. Oh yeah and fun. Fun was making the Polyjuice potion although I did break many school rules. I seriously have yet to forgive myself for doing that. Although I did break 'em most when I accidently poured cat hair in my flask. If I do say so myself I liked my cat eyes. Second year is also a bad year, but I was and still am happy to know that Malfoy is not the heir of Salazar Slytherin. Four! Four bad things happened to me in my second year that is more than my first year. One that fowl Malfoy git called me a mudblood, the worst name given to a muggle born witch or wizard like me. Two the fight between Bulstrode and me during the dueling club. Three the Polyjuice potion mistake. Four being petrified. Okay fine there is a fifth, final exams were cancelled!

Wow third year already -sighs- I can easily remember all the magic I learned having taken multiple classes, I still don't know what I was thinking, by accepting such action. I just cannot say third year at Hogwarts was quite fun because it was not. Surely having a werewolf for a professor is interesting, but otherwise that is beside the point. Now my least favorite class was Divination. That class was simply pointless and stupid. One thing I do regret is ratting Harry about his firebolt, but can you blame me? I mean I only did what I thought was best and I do not regret it. Okay so maybe I do, but just a little. Moving on the only real adventure in third year was meddling with time with the help of my time turner. In a good way of course.

Ah, year four is possibly the best year ever. I am seriously serious. Many good things happened to me. That year only seems like a living dream. It was a dream, but nearing the end of it, it turned into...well a nightmare, because Voldemort made his return. The summer before year four, I got the chance to go to the Quidditch World Cup Tournament. It was an excellent game. Yes, it is strange saying that coming from a person who is not very fond of the sport. Another great thing was the Triwizard tournament. From it, what I loved the most was the Yule Ball especially when I had the chance to attend it with Viktor Krum. The Yule Ball was like a fairy tale, but a good fairy tale. A thing I later learned was that even Malfoy was stunned when he saw me. Who can blame him many people were stunned by my sudden change. Anyways moving on from my fairy tale the bad thing that happened besides Voldemort's return was that Cedric Diggory was killed during the process of it all.

Year five, Ron and I became our house prefects. Everyone expected me to become one, but Ron sadly, he is a different story. The thing I hated in fifth year was having Umbridge as our Defense against the Dark Arts teacher especially after what I learned she did to Harry. That is just inhuman giving away that kind of detention, bloody hell it's not even detention it is torture. Creating Dumbledore's Army was just what we needed with her around. Hm I guess a bit of romance happened here and there, but that right now is beside the point and beyond me. At least I would like to keep it that way for now. First Cedric dies and then Sirius. I do not blame Harry or anything of that sort, but Sirius would not be dead if he had learned and mastered his Occlumency, but what happened must have happened for a reason, that is why it happens in the first place. Especially with the things that went through my mind that year.

Year six. If two deaths were not enough, a third one was needed. I still cannot believe he is dead. - Sniff- How am I supposed to take control of my powers now? I guess that is not the point just yet. In year six what was planted on my mind the year before still continued. Besides that point, what bugged me a lot was seeing Ron snog with Lavender Brown. Yes, I was jealous. I will finally admit it. Besides my jealousy, what was very scary was how someone kept getting me in and out of hidden places just to snog. Now what bothers me the most is that I still do not know who it is and it has been two years already. I feel so violated and invaded I am glad they did not go very far with me though. As I was saying before, a third person had to die. Why? I guess it was his job as a double agent, but still Serverus Snape will never be forgiven for killing the most powerful wizard. Doesn't seem so powerful if he was killed does he? Nothing will bring him back. Never again will I feel that certain protection that radiated from him.

After leaving Hogwarts, I simply locked myself up in my room and stopped eating. Not that that has done anything good to me. Weeks after none stop crying my power has begun to reawaken. Not only that I have been having so many strange dreams. These dreams scare me that sometimes I wish I had my own personal map to oblivion. In the process though, I have also acquired new abilities and that is to do basic magic without my wand, but then again that may come with the abilities of my mage power.

Scary I know. Well at least it is scary to me. I have no idea who to turn to now in days. I do not know who will help me being a natural mage since it is a rarity; learning to be one is a different story. So I have read in many books, but I shouldn't really rely in books most of the time.

Well I had better be going now Diary it looks like Hedwig is getting closer now that I pay my attention to something else besides you. No offense of course since I still love you.

Wiping away any of her escaped tears she closed her diary and stared at it for a few seconds.