~ Omen of Second Life
*Disclaimer: To the brilliant minded J.K. Rowling who inspired me to write this story while I was reading her fifth Harry Potter novel. Part of the idea in this story is completely hers, while I changed it around a little to make it part mine also. Thanks for giving me the chance to share a revelation with you, Rowling!
*Author's Note: Hey, everyone who already read this chapter, someone who reviewed this first chapter (rayvern) made a very good point. There are many people born all over the world on one day. So I changed it around a little bit to make it more specific. I hope I did a better job!
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~ Prologue
Sepheria Oparious was a good girl. She born into a pure blood family- one of the very few left. She went to Hogwarts and was sorted in Gryffindor. She followed the rules, she studied, and she worked hard. She even became a Prefect. She had parents who were sociable and cheery people. Their names were Elaine and Edward Oparious. But there was one drawback about Mr. and Mrs. Oparious: they had high expectations for their daughter.
Yes, she was everything they'd always wanted- until one day when she was nineteen. She'd met a Muggle who was outgoing, humorous, a little bit of a bad boy. But not too bad. He was almost the complete opposite of Sepheria. When she introduced him to her parents, it was obvious they disapproved. Her mother would always say, "Why don't you want to marry a wizard? Do you not want to carry on the pureness of our family? How about that Potter boy? He's a nice young lad."
Sepheria objected. "Who. . . James? Why would I ever be interested in him? Besides, he's kind of a show-off. And he's obviously head-over-heels for Lily Evans."
Sepheria found herself thinking that maybe her parents were right. But she could not get that guy- that Muggle- out of her head. His name was Anthony Geneva. Sometimes at night she would lie in bed and imagine herself as Sepheria Elizabeth Geneva. She loved his smile, how he loved to just take a chance, how full of life he was. She thought, 'Opposites attract.' She knew that he was her destiny.
They, over time, fell in love. When Anthony proposed to Sepheria, her parents were outraged. She told them that nothing would change her mind and that she loved him with all her heart. Elaine and Edward Oparious were supportive parents, so they accepted their daughter's decision, though still disapproved of their son-in-law.
Sepheria and Anthony celebrated matrimony, and had their first and only child; a daughter named Sophie, on December 16th.
~
On December 16th, Lord Voldemort was devising an evil scheme (surprise, surprise) to gain more Followers. As he paced the floor of his lair (its whereabouts unknown to all magical folk, except only his most assured and reliable Followers) a question had made its way into his mind. What if he was not immortal, was defeated, and would vanish forever? He pushed the thought aside, for he did not dare let himself think that he was going to ever be triumphed over by some other wizard.
He went back to plotting a way to convince more wizards to turn to him. His previous plan had not been as successful as he thought: demanding that they join him, or else they suffer endlessly to very last minute that they have left before death. A majority of wizards had chosen to suffer over following him.
Then, against his will, that question had made its way into his mind again: What if he was defeated? Who would take his place? He thought up an answer to this, in hopes that it would stop nagging him. He told himself 'One of my most trusted and loyal Followers will take my place.'
His mind argued back at him, 'How do you know that any Death Eater will have the ability, or the power for that matter, to take over your place? They haven't your blood, nor mind, skill, or brilliance.'
This made the Dark Lord consider his options. It did not take him long to say out loud to himself, "I will produce an heir on this very day- the sixteenth of December- sixteen years from now, to carry on my purpose. The woman who will bear my heir-", he thought for a moment, "-will have been born on this very day."
Once again, his mind argued back. 'There will be so many people born on this very day. Don't you think you should narrow down the chances?'
Lord Voldemort was getting very frustrated at this point. He sat down and thought in silence. "Who would be worthy to have the honor of bearing my heir?" he mumbled to himself.
"The woman," he said to himself in a hoarse whisper, "should have most qualities that I possess. Hmm. . A Muggle father, perhaps. Courage, a considerable amount of intelligence. ." He trailed off in thought. "Beauty, of course. And she needs some mischief in her personality; which means she should be a Slytherin. . as I once was."
He finally concluded the thought. The question had left his mind and finally he could continue onto his original track of thought. He would not have to worry about who would produce his heir for the next sixteen years.
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C'mon, c'mon. What do you think so far? Give me some reviews, please, so I can be encouraged and not lose interest in this story (which happens often). I think I finally have a plot for a story so I can finally write a one with chapters.
So PLEASE REVIEW and help me out here! THANKS SO MUCH for all of your support!
*Disclaimer: To the brilliant minded J.K. Rowling who inspired me to write this story while I was reading her fifth Harry Potter novel. Part of the idea in this story is completely hers, while I changed it around a little to make it part mine also. Thanks for giving me the chance to share a revelation with you, Rowling!
*Author's Note: Hey, everyone who already read this chapter, someone who reviewed this first chapter (rayvern) made a very good point. There are many people born all over the world on one day. So I changed it around a little bit to make it more specific. I hope I did a better job!
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~ Prologue
Sepheria Oparious was a good girl. She born into a pure blood family- one of the very few left. She went to Hogwarts and was sorted in Gryffindor. She followed the rules, she studied, and she worked hard. She even became a Prefect. She had parents who were sociable and cheery people. Their names were Elaine and Edward Oparious. But there was one drawback about Mr. and Mrs. Oparious: they had high expectations for their daughter.
Yes, she was everything they'd always wanted- until one day when she was nineteen. She'd met a Muggle who was outgoing, humorous, a little bit of a bad boy. But not too bad. He was almost the complete opposite of Sepheria. When she introduced him to her parents, it was obvious they disapproved. Her mother would always say, "Why don't you want to marry a wizard? Do you not want to carry on the pureness of our family? How about that Potter boy? He's a nice young lad."
Sepheria objected. "Who. . . James? Why would I ever be interested in him? Besides, he's kind of a show-off. And he's obviously head-over-heels for Lily Evans."
Sepheria found herself thinking that maybe her parents were right. But she could not get that guy- that Muggle- out of her head. His name was Anthony Geneva. Sometimes at night she would lie in bed and imagine herself as Sepheria Elizabeth Geneva. She loved his smile, how he loved to just take a chance, how full of life he was. She thought, 'Opposites attract.' She knew that he was her destiny.
They, over time, fell in love. When Anthony proposed to Sepheria, her parents were outraged. She told them that nothing would change her mind and that she loved him with all her heart. Elaine and Edward Oparious were supportive parents, so they accepted their daughter's decision, though still disapproved of their son-in-law.
Sepheria and Anthony celebrated matrimony, and had their first and only child; a daughter named Sophie, on December 16th.
~
On December 16th, Lord Voldemort was devising an evil scheme (surprise, surprise) to gain more Followers. As he paced the floor of his lair (its whereabouts unknown to all magical folk, except only his most assured and reliable Followers) a question had made its way into his mind. What if he was not immortal, was defeated, and would vanish forever? He pushed the thought aside, for he did not dare let himself think that he was going to ever be triumphed over by some other wizard.
He went back to plotting a way to convince more wizards to turn to him. His previous plan had not been as successful as he thought: demanding that they join him, or else they suffer endlessly to very last minute that they have left before death. A majority of wizards had chosen to suffer over following him.
Then, against his will, that question had made its way into his mind again: What if he was defeated? Who would take his place? He thought up an answer to this, in hopes that it would stop nagging him. He told himself 'One of my most trusted and loyal Followers will take my place.'
His mind argued back at him, 'How do you know that any Death Eater will have the ability, or the power for that matter, to take over your place? They haven't your blood, nor mind, skill, or brilliance.'
This made the Dark Lord consider his options. It did not take him long to say out loud to himself, "I will produce an heir on this very day- the sixteenth of December- sixteen years from now, to carry on my purpose. The woman who will bear my heir-", he thought for a moment, "-will have been born on this very day."
Once again, his mind argued back. 'There will be so many people born on this very day. Don't you think you should narrow down the chances?'
Lord Voldemort was getting very frustrated at this point. He sat down and thought in silence. "Who would be worthy to have the honor of bearing my heir?" he mumbled to himself.
"The woman," he said to himself in a hoarse whisper, "should have most qualities that I possess. Hmm. . A Muggle father, perhaps. Courage, a considerable amount of intelligence. ." He trailed off in thought. "Beauty, of course. And she needs some mischief in her personality; which means she should be a Slytherin. . as I once was."
He finally concluded the thought. The question had left his mind and finally he could continue onto his original track of thought. He would not have to worry about who would produce his heir for the next sixteen years.
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C'mon, c'mon. What do you think so far? Give me some reviews, please, so I can be encouraged and not lose interest in this story (which happens often). I think I finally have a plot for a story so I can finally write a one with chapters.
So PLEASE REVIEW and help me out here! THANKS SO MUCH for all of your support!