Author's note: Before we begin, let me just say that this is my first fic so bare with me as I find my writing legs. I welcome suggestions and adore reviews. Needless to say my story will be AU af but original characters and events will be present. I will try to post often as it's summer but may fall behind since I am taking a summer statistics course (ugh). I would also like to remind readers that this will a long fic and the M rating will come into play much later in the story. The primary need for it in the beginning is for explicit language.

Here are some clarification I want to make about my plot: Harry's parent do die October 31, 1981 but it is because they refused to join Tom's ranks, not because of the prophecy. Voldemort is ripped from his body that night due to Lily's sacrifice BUT Harry is not a horcrux. Sirius does not go to prison. And Harry is not known as the Chosen One. He is the Boy-Who-Lived, but his fame is not the degree of the book. I have not decided whether Ron will be in this story. I am leaning towards making the twins Hermione's and Harry's age instead. Oh and before I forget, Harry will be two weeks older than Hermione. So his birthday will be 1 July, 1980 instead of the 31st. I am also making his parents' generation (aka Remus, Sirius, Snape, etc.) a few years older. So they would been 24-25 at the time of Voldemort's death instead of 20-21.

All Latin is strictly from google translate, so if anyone knows Latin and can help I will pay you in virtual high-fives. I live in the U.S. so apologies in advance if words sounds strange (aka not British English).

Now for legal matters. The following applies to all later chapters to come: All copyrights belong to their respective owners. I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I presume to possess the genius necessary to create its characters. I am simply borrowing them from Queen J.K. Rowling for our entertainment.

Lunam et Stella

Prologue: The Prophecy

13 February, 1971

It had begun as an indulgence. The only reason Albus Dumbledore found himself sitting in a pub late on a Friday night was his belief that he should at least give the young lady the opportunity to plead her case. Granted, he himself had never put much stalk in the magicks of divination—they were too finicky, to prone to misinterpretation after all—but she was a descendent of Cassandra. He had decided to come on the slim chance that she possessed the same gift. If it went badly, he would just have to look for another elective course for the next term.

He was in the middle of contemplating what classes would appeal to the young students when she finally arrived. She stumbled a bit as she walked through the entrance and began to look around, searching for him. The first thing he noticed was that she still looked like the student he remembered. She was tall, with thick bottle glasses that made her eyes appear to take up half of her face. She wore teal-colored robes and her neck was weighed down by several scarfs and crystal necklaces. She stood with shoulders hunched and swayed, as if the wind could knock her over at any moment. He had chosen a table at the back of the pub to provide some privacy during their talk, but eventually her eyes fell on him.

The young woman hurried over to him, doing a hurried drying spell as she sat. "I am terribly sorry Headmaster", she began in a wispy voice, "but the leaves advised me to leave late."

'Ah, well. Perhaps we will have to look for another elective after all', Dumbledore thought when he heard those words.

"Not at all my dear. Sit, sit. We'll warm ourselves with some heated mead", he said as he waved down a barmaid.

After getting their drinks and saying all the niceties he began with all the typical questions: What references can you provide? Do you have your Mastery in the subject? How would you structure the curriculum? It soon became obvious, however, that the only qualification she possessed, past her Mastery, was her ancestry.

He sat there only partially listening to her ramble about the Sight and crystal balls, all in that wispy voice. He suspected the voice was part of the theatrics, along with her hair and overall image she portrayed. 'What other reason would she have for all the scarfs and crystals along her neck?' he wondered.

He had just decided to interrupt her when she suddenly became rigid as a board, her eyes wide and vacant. His head snapped up to scan their surroundings, wand in hand. He let his magick out, spreading tendrils of power to scout the pub but he failed to see or sense any danger. He looked back at her about to ask her what was wrong when she began to speak in a deep timber, sending chills down his spine.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born in the seventh month to she who thrice defied him…she will have power the Dark Lord knows not…Birthed from her dark house and branded by moon and star… she will be forged and sharpened in darkness …And she will come forth with a soul of fire, strength of the earth, and the ferocity of a storm …The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…"

'It appears some of Cassandra's gift has trickled down after all', was all he could think as he stared at her. This was no gimmick or trick. The glow in her eyes and the rasp of her voice could not be imitated, nor could the snap of energy that had suddenly evaporated.

"…not all of them will have the Sight, you understand, but I can assure you that I am capable of guiding the select few who are able to see into the beyond" she said, as though she had never been interrupted.

It was then that Dumbledore noticed the furtive movements of wizard in black robes as he made a hasty exit. He felt dread fill him momentarily. 'He will know soon' he thought, as he continued to listen to her ramble. The dread lasted only a moment before his eyes hardened, the familiar twinkle giving way to something almost feral.

In the next second he had cast a wordless obliviate at the unsuspecting woman. Although she appeared unaware of what she had just said, he did not wish to risk her remembering. She blinked a few times dazedly before her eyes focused back on him.

"I apologize professor, I seem to have lost my train of thought"

"No worries Miss Trelawney, I was just about to congratulate you. It sounds to me that you would make an excellent addition to our staff at Hogwarts!", he said with his eyes twinkling brightly. "You will need to stop by my office, of course, to finalize any paperwork. Term begins September 6th, however, student will arrive…"

Later when Dumbledore walked out of the pub he looked up at the night sky and couldn't help but think of the prophecy: "Branded by the moon and star…"

'I have you now Tom' he thought. Had anyone seen him at that moment, they would be reminded that he was more than just the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. While his auburn hair was shot with gray and his robes were a lively shade of blue, he had a hard glint in his eyes and a razor-sharp smile that warned people that here stood the wizard that had defeated Grindelwald. This was the man who Lord Voldermort was rumored to fear.

With a hardly a sound, Albus Dumbledore apparated away. He had a Deputy to fight about their new staff member.