(A/N: Quote comes from GOF. I make NO promises to update or finish this story. It was started back in 2008 and is not copy and past from a site I used to be on.)
The prophecy spoken by Sybil Trelawny, now deceased, none but Albus Dumbledore knowing it in its entirety. Only half known by Severus Snape who spoke what he knew unto his master Lord Voldemort. The last two lines of the prophecy remain unknown, the last two lines could have changed the course of history but they did not, for they remain hidden in secret. To be revealed that the proper time, but when that time will be remains a mystery, for the time is dark and foreboding and there is little hope for anything now. It seems as if Voldemort has won. He rules all of England and near the entirety of the world. There are pockets of rebellion but what hope can they possibly hold? How can this be? The answer lies with the Dark Lord's heir and so the story starts just before the heir was born, right around the time the prophecy was first given.
The words burned in Severus' ears these were words his master would want to hear. He panted for breath as he ran through the pouring rain from his apparition location to speak with the Dark Lord, what honors would he receive for being so faithful and useful in providing said information? Severus entered before the presence of the Dark Lord unannounced, which could be, at the least, worthy of the cruciatus curse but could also mark him for death, particularly if the information was of no use. Severs was certain and sure of what he had to say and risked the sever punishment. Bowing before his mater out of respect he spoke slowly and softly, greasy black hair shrouding his face not daring to look his lord in the face. "My lord," he spoke gravely as he fought the breath in his chest to remain even as he stood there in a dimly lit room standing before what could be considered a throne fashioned for the Dark Lord to sit upon and give commands as he wished, being the overseer of all in his domain.
"Speak," came the lazy tone of the little less than half interested voice from the throne like seat placed in the focus of the room. The snake Nagini curled around near his feat like a pet dog. It did not move giving the allusion that it was dead but all who entered knew better. The long Yew wand rested in his hands relaxed at the moment but perfectly poised so that if any were to displease him he could easily put them in their place. His hand twitched ever so slightly upon the entrance of Snape but he did not move to act. What stayed his hand was the fact that he knew his Death Eaters. It was good practice to know them well so as not to be surprised by one of them. The Dark Lord Voldemort knew his Death Eater Severus Snape was a smart and did not come before him at whim he was one of the trusted few that he had, due to his smarts and loyalty, thus his hand was stayed for the time.
Receiving permission to speak Severus drew in breath and spoke clearly and concisely his head still lowered. "The woman Sybil Trewlawny is a seer and has made a prophecy concerning you my lord. She spoke: 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not.'"
The half-baked crackpot was a seer? This was interesting news. So she did have a bit a promise after all. It was most unfortunate that he hadn't snatched her up when there was the chance. She was now going to have to be killed as soon as possible now being in the hands of Dumbledore. It was too bad that she hadn't become one of his own, it could have been beneficial to have a seer available to him but then again even working for him she might make other perditions which were not pleasing like this one seemed to be. It was better for her to be dead for if a prophecy couldn't be made then it couldn't fulfilled. But by no means was this 'seer' the issue at hand, words had been spoken and something needed to be done about this, this prophecy fortunately wasn't set in stone like some could be this one came more in the form of a warning one that Voldemort was going heed. "Yes Snape, you were right in coming to me with this information, for that you will be rewarded but first give me your arm," he commanded reaching out with his long pale hand, for the arm that was to be willingly offered him, his wand poised at the ready in his other hand.
Severus bowed his head low. "Thank you my lord," he answered as he offered forward his arm, pulling his sleeve back to reveal the dark mark upon it. He knew what Lord Voldemort wanted to do with it. The Dark Lord wished to summon some of the others to him. Severus was braced for the burning pain that was to come when the yew wand made contact with his skin and hardly flinched as it burned glowing bright and almost moving under the wand's touch. Within moments there were pops of those summoned with their arrival his arm was released and returned back to him. It still throbbed under the lingering burning pain. With a low bow Severus backed away and took his place in among the others that circled around the Dark Lord. Among those summoned was Travers, Crabbe, Goyel, Crouch, Malfoy, Dolohov, Rosier, Rockwood, Yaxly, the Lestranges, all three of them, and then Pettigrew. What he had done to earn a right among those summoned save for grovel for mercy and be intergrated into the Order as spy was nothing. He did not deserve to be among the trusted, he would as soon as turn coat and run if things go south. Severus saw it in him; he had done it to his 'friends' from school what was to say he wouldn't do it again? Sure the Dark Lord had stripped him of all and kept Pettigrew as long as he had power but what if Pettigrew saw weakness where there was none? What would he do then? Turn coat and run the coward he was, but no matter, excluding the rat, Severus was the youngest in the circle of those trusted and it was a great honor to be such.
"I have summoned you here because Snape has brought me the most interesting of news," started Voldemort as he looked over each in his group lightly gleaning information form their minds, Pettigrew weak, the rest still faithful and loyal with Snape's mind blocked off, well practiced in occulmency and at such a young age. It was a very promising trait one he liked and hated at the same time, but he did not have to question the young Death Eater's motives after the information that was just given him. "Dumbledore has found himself a seer. The Trewlawny woman whom was deemed worthless upon your word Yaxly, what do you have to say to this?" asked the Dark Lord but before he could get a verbal answer his wand moved, "Crucio!" he spoke with venom. In an instant he was to the ground writhing in pain. The pain and screaming was like a sweet aroma to him. He derived the greatest and sickest pleasure from tormenting people, it was most pleasurable and entertaining when they were brought to their end by the torment and then they were killed. Voldemort was not going to be killing Yaxley, at least not yet any way and finally released the spell on the now crying man. He walked away from the mess and continued to speak.
"This woman possesses a talent that gives Dumbledore an advantage. One I do not like him having. Of course the woman will now fall under his protection and will be difficult to get at. Travers, you have proven yourself capable on more than one occasion, see what you can find out and kill the woman if the opportunity arises."
"Yes my lord," answered Travers bowing his head, waiting for the Dark Lord's dismissal to set to work.
Voldemort nodded his head and was pleased to have such an immediate response from Travers. He was certainly one of his most faithful. "Of course, the simple fact that Dumbledore has a seer is not why I called you here but rather to reveal the nature of the prophecy. The prophecy spoken by this seer was not of the best news to me and my cause. There is to be a child born who will have power to vanquish me, having a power I know not." The Dark Lord paused and there were mummers among his death eaters.
"My lord! It can not be so!" spoke out Bellatrix his most out spoken Death Eater one whom he liked to keep almost as a pet. It was his assurance that he would keep her servitude. She fawned over him unlike any other and it was quite gratifying. Not to mention she wasn't the most faithful unto her husband. It spoke of potential venom from her later in life, thus he kept her close so as to assure that she would not come out from his grasp. Her work was quite invaluable to him, though if she should prove unfaithful to him she would die the most gruesome of deaths, but there was little chance of that at this point.
"The words have been spoken as sure as we are standing here, but I will not be defeated. I intend to harness this power born within the child and possess it at my own. I gain control of that and I shall be undefeatable, as the prophecy speaks," answered Voldemort with a great sense of confidence welling up in him.
"How do we find this child?" asked Rockwood boldly piping up with a question.
"The details of that are given in the prophecy. Snape enlighten the others," ordered Voldemort suddenly turning to his death eater.
"The prophecy spoke of a child born as the seventh moon wanes to parents who have thrice defied the Dark Lord," answered Snape on que.
"Yes, and that quite limits who the parents might be. Bellatrix, take your husband and his brother along with Crouch and see what you can find about this prophesy. The rest of you will continue on with things as planned, which I trust is going well Lucius?" ordered Voldemort.
"Quite well my lord," answered Luscius, "Your plans to over throw the ministry should be complete by the end of July as planned."
"Impeccable timing," mused Voldemort before dismissing his Death Eaters.