Prologue
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The rain poured down in glistening sheets, a hooded, disheveled man making his way across the slippery cobblestone pathway. He cautiously tread through minor puddles in order to reach the front door of Harris Manor, pulling his long cloak tighter against his body. The man entered the home and was greeted by two, identically hooded figures standing in the drawing room. They gestured, simultaneously, to a black cloaked figure in front of them, and the man took cautious steps toward it.
"So nice of you to join us, Severus," issued from the figure as he swished around, light black cloak dancing around with him. His red irises carefully watched the man's cold black eyes fill with not even the slightest amount of fear. At this, the figure twisted his lips into a devilish smile. With slits for nostrils and a face possessing serpentine features, Lord Voldemort stood before his servants.
The man obeyed his master's wishes and backed up to stand in between the other two.
"My apologies, master," said Severus Snape, removing his hood.
Voldemort ignored this and spoke to the other two Death Eaters. "Perhaps one of you would be so kind as to fill in our dear friend," he said apathetically.
The two Death Eaters on each side of the other, nodded before all slowly pushing their own hoods back, revealing them to be Antonin Dolohov and Carlisle Harris.
"It seems my granddaughter has proven to be a bit of a thorn in our side," said Harris matter-of-factly.
"How so?" Snape inquired.
"Do you recall what happened when one of us attempted to give her mother the Mark?" said Dolohov, careful not to reveal to Harris the name of which Death Eater had done it.
"Her Light would not allow it," said Snape airily.
"Precisely," said Dolohov bitterly, "and neither would Demetria's."
"I am thankful now, that I did not kill her that night in the graveyard," Voldemort spoke coolly, his lipless mouth twisted into a sinister grin. "Having a Lumen on our side will prove to be quite useful."
"Is it even possible to bring her to our side, My Lord?" Snape questioned.
"I believe there is a way it can be done," he replied, wickedly. "Carlisle, tell Severus what you revealed to us just moments ago."
"I remembered a prophecy made about Demetria," Harris explained. "I had not been there, at the time, to witness it for myself, but my son was. He told me the Seer spoke of Demetria having a great deal of power, and that this power could be harnessed, and used for either good or evil. He said the Seer referred to Demetria as some sort of weapon — a catalyst."
"We believe the Prophecy Record may have more details," said Dolohov, "and so, we will need to retrieve both Demetria's and Harry Potter's."
Although Snape had heard part of the prophecy made about Harry Potter, he was not able to hear the whole thing; he knew Voldemort wanted that Prophecy Record for that reason, as well.
"Demetria Harris will bend to my will," said Voldemort, his words coiling around his servants like a true snake. "She has defied me once before, but soon, she will not be able to resist," He quickly brought himself back to reality. "Does Albus Dumbledore know of this prophecy?"
"I do not believe so," Snape replied. "He has never spoken of it."
Voldemort smiled his terrible smile, red eyes glinting wickedly, as he spoke again in his cold voice.
"All the better."