Okay ppl, I got really bored and was having a day-dream and one day decided to make it into another HP fic. I posted this mostly just for the hell of it but comments are always great. This takes place in an alternate present when the event of books and the writing of the books took place many years before, so all our favorite characters r older and married and have teenagers of their own. Voldemort's still alive so horrible things will happen. This also kind of merges HP into the real world. It's a weird fic and the plot is sort of complicated so please no flames.
Full Summery: Nikky led a normal life as your normal HP fan during her summer before her senior year. But what if everything she ever read is true, and now she is the only one who can help The Chosen One find what he needs to defeat Voldemort for good? Can Nikky really help "the Chosen One remember and make Dark Lord forget?"
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my awesome wristbands, the lovely and open-minded Nikky, and, her sister, the opinionated and hot-tempered Val. I guess I could say I own all the Golden Leagues little children, but to be safe they belong to their parents who belong to the all-powerful Rowling
And away we go….
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THE STRENGTH OF A MUGGLE
Prologue: Bright Lights of Far Away
This is another one of those stories that begin with once upon a time, because it takes place jus then….
A young half-blood witch, stricken by the cold the world can bring, but possessing a great mind for writing, was given a simple job by a wise old wizard. She was to archive the life of a young boy, born only a year before. A boy who would do extraordinary things. A boy whose destiny it was to bring down the most powerful Dark wizard who ever lived.
The young witch obliged, intricately writing down the life he led, from first year at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to seventh.
But a tragedy overcame the witch several years later. A Muggle friend of hers, seeing this as another story, took the first of the archives to a publisher. The entire Muggle world then knew of the Boy-Who-Lived and his wonders, though they had no inkling of their truth.
The witch was in panic. She told the old wise wizard about the incident. He told her to publish the other six, for it would seem suspicious not to. The Muggles simply thought it as literature. Nothing more.
"What if Voldemort finds them?" The witch asked. After so many years of writing the name down it no longer frightened her to say it. "What if he uses them against the boy?"
"It is unlikely," the wizard replied from a portrait now. "That would mean revealing himself to the Muggles, which I know he does not wish to do…as of yet"
"But -,"
"Joan, please don't fret," said a witch with large glasses that magnified her eyes and unkempt hair. "Strength shall be found…."
"Sure, Sybil," said a stern looking witch in emerald robes.
"Why can't I be taken seriously for once?" said the supposed Seer.
"Because you are a -,"
"Now, Minerva," insisted the wise wizard from his portrait. Meanwhile, the Seer fell to the ground and seemed to have a fit. Then she began to speak in a deep monotone voice.
"A MUGGLE FROM A FAR AWAY LAND…EQUILTY OF THE ARCHIVER…WILL PROTECT THE SECRETS WITHIN THE ARCHIVES AS EACH FALLS INTO HER HANDS…. BORN TWELVE DAYS BEFORE HALLOWEEN…HELPING THE CHOSEN ONE TO REMEMBER…AND MAKING THE DARK LORD TO FORGET…." She snapped out of it.
Minerva looked to the portrait wizard.
"Who could possibly be equal to Joan?" asked Minerva.
"And how could a Muggle be trusted with this?" Joan added.
"Muggles have strengths wizards fail to possess," the wizard replied. "Wizards have magic to aid their troubles, as in the same situation Muggles must use their wit. But this sounds like no ordinary Muggle. Perhaps maybe a…."
"A what, Albus?" Minerva asked.
Albus, the wise wizard of the portrait, looked at Minerva. "A bright-light."
"Don't be ridiculous, Albus," Minerva said, brushing the thought away. "There hasn't been a bright-light for over a hundred years."
"Yes, but this child is to be born ten days before Halloween, the nineteenth of October, making her a Libra. And she will be born before dawn she will be born. Let us presume in this far away land, sunrise is at seven. If she is born before then, then her rising sign would also be Libra, right Sybil?"
Poor Sybil looked very bewildered, but answered Albus with a nod.
"And if she is born this year than it is the year of the dragon?"
Sybil nodded again.
"What does this have to do with anything?" Joan asked.
"For a bright-light to be born, the timing must be right. They are usually female, but can be males, and are born under those exact circumstances. Their place in astrology gives them great, but limited, wizard like powers."
"Such as?"
"Such as dream Seeing, great intuition for things to come and a sensitivity to unworldly things."
"How shall we do this then, Albus?" Minerva asked. "We can't just go to this child's home and ask their parents to allow us to drop a secret on them. And how will we know where to find this child, anyway?"
"I'm sure we can manage it," said two mischievous looking red-head in the dark corner.
"Now you two finally say something?" Minerva complained.
"Don't you two have a niece to attend to?" Joan flared. She knew the fat-heads all to well from when they were in school and she taught Muggle Studies and had to watch them in detention. The twenty-somethings stared at their not teacher.
"She's back home with her beckoning mother and boring father," answered on of them. "Honestly, I hope the twins aren't so well behaved when they start walking and talking.
"They did name them after you two," Minerva stated.
"Just the middle names, Professor," replied the other. "Hermione thought it better that their first names were after the more 'respectable' brothers. Chip and Billy. How stupid."
"Look, Weasley, for once will you concentrate!" Minerva ordered. "This is of the utmost importance. This girl must be found."
"No, sweat, Professor," said Fred.
"As good as done," said George. And then they left the room.
In the land far away, across the Atlantic, in a small southern unknown town, twelve days before dawn of Halloween, the Baylor family gave birth to a baby girl.
A year had passed and the Weasley twins were in America. They had checked everywhere else on the map. They had even had to ask Hermione where they could find a place that had sunrise at seven a.m.
As they strolled through the park, taking in the sights (hey, can't two guys catch a break!) they saw a birthday party. They quietly hid themselves as the proud mother described when the child was born.
"I still remember it so vividly," the mother said. "After ten hours of labor there she was, our little Nikky!"
The twins grinned and Disapperated immediately.
"What was that?" asked the Muggles.
Once the twins reported back to Albus and Minerva, the Protection Spells were placed upon the girl to keep her safe (until she came of age, as most Protection Spells end, by wizard terms). Spells were also put on the archives. Once an archive was in the girl's hands consistently, only that copy could be read by any wizard. This way, the girl could help "the chosen one remember," whatever that might mean.
"What if she isn't interested in them, Albus?" Minerva asked. Joan was not at this meeting and so could not look mortally offended.
"She will, Minerva," Albus answered. "Bright-lights take pride in the unseen. They see it as a grand adventure and a mystery."
"I do hope you're right."
"Come now, Minerva, when have I ever been wrong?"
Minerva gave him a look.
"One little mishap and you will never let me live it down, Minerva." Albus said.
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Here's the lovely first chapter. I thought the last part was funny. I also have a lot of kissing up to J.K Rowling because I love her and I aspire to have my genius reknowned just as much as hers.
I like penguins….see how bored I am?
