A/N: This is a prologue of the main characters mother. PS - it was not Lucius who 'did the deed', it was Brindigo. (You'll get what I mean)

Once, a prophesy was made. No one knew who it referred to, and for a long time it remained a mystery. Then Voldemort rose to power, and the meaning became clearer.

The Dark Lord shall have an heir.

Not his by blood, but by his servant.

A child from the seed of pain, she shall have to face much,

And her choices will shape the world.

Identified by the tongue and the mark of the serpent

And will be guarded over by the child of the ashen pest.

Restored, he shall seek her.

A reluctant servant shall discover her.

Good and evil both shall appeal to them

For the actions of these two shall be the decider.

Soon, the subject of this prophesy will come of age.

This is her story.

"What took you Brindigo?" Lucius demanded, his voice tense. "These traitors should be dead by now, and they would be if you hadn't taken so damn long."

Brindigo continued his casual stroll out of the alleyway and shrugged. "I stopped to have a little fun."

Lucius rolled his eyes. "Well now that you're here Your Majesty." he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Would it be alright if we got on with this?"

He whipped out his wand, blasting the front door inwards. "Let's do this."

Selina, still sobbing silently, tears streaming down her face, tried in vain to cover her body with what was left of her now tattered robes. "Why me?" she whispered. "I never did anything wrong. Why did this have to happen to me?"

Whimpering, she slowly pulled herself up using a nearby trashcan, then leant on the wall to steady herself. Clutching to her body what could only be described as rags, she hobbled off, thanking the entire universe that she was in London and luckily only a few blocks from St. Mungos. She managed to get right up to the desk before finally collapsing on the poor mediwitch handling the reception, who had thought she was in for an easy night.

When she woke up, aching and alone once more, she came to a very firm decision. No man would ever touch her again. If anyone tried that again, she wouldn't even hesitate to kill him. A mediwitch bustled in, pressing a goblet of potion into her hands, which she drank gratefully, slipping back into peaceful oblivion.

Her mother's voice roused her. Selina opened her eyes reluctantly, knowing she was about to have every last detail squeezed out of her. Plus she could hear someone pacing heavily. She sighed inwardly. Someone was going to need to restrain her father when he found out exactly what had happened, lest he get himself killed.

Sure enough, the moment she looked into her mother's face, she was pumped mercilessly on every conceivable aspect.

The same mediwitch that had given her the potion came in, her face grave. She took Selina's parents aside. "I have some bad news. Our tests show that your daughter is now pregnant from the man that raped her."

While bathing her now week old daughter, Selina noticed a mark on the underside of her upper left arm. "What an ugly mark on my beautiful little girl. It almost looks like some sort of snake. Well," she said as her daughter splashed happily in the bath, "it looks like you'll be wearing long sleeves from now on."

If only she had known of the significance of that birthmark. Then they could have prepared her.