So, this story has been swimming in my head for a while. I will go ahead and say this in advance, this is the story of how Tom Riddle jr. came into power, so it's staying pretty close to the book. There will be obvious changes to Jk Rowling's version, but all in all it's still the same just more of a prequel of sorts. Certain characters will be my own, and other characters adapted to how I see them. I have a link on my profile of characters available to see as the story progresses.

I would really like a beta for this, as my other story Lucifer didn't have one and I struggled quite a bit. I feel like it could have been so much better had I had one. If anyone is interested, let me know.

Also, I am still currently working on Lucifer so the updates on this won't be as frequent until I finish the other one. Lucifer is almost done, so that won't be an issue much longer.

This chapter is short, more of a prequel to get the idea out and see if anyone's interested. This is my attempt to redeem myself for Serpentine, which completely bottomed out in my opinion. Hopefully I'll do a way better job on this one.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

"And there appeared a great wonder in heaven;

A woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet,

And upon her head a crown of twelve stars:

2And she being with child cried, travailing in birth, and pained to be delivered.

3And there appeared another wonder in heaven;

And behold a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns,

And seven crowns upon his heads.

And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron"

Revelation 12

A woman's screams were heard in the night, the sound was the promise of a prophecy foretold the beginning of a new era. This child, the offspring of her body, fashioned in her blood was the promised child. As her screams echoed in the walls of the dimly candlelit room, the smell of blood mixed in the air. Handmaidens gently wiped her face giving her words of strength and comfort.

"Just a few more pushes My Lady, then you shall have a child!" One proclaimed at the foot of the bed.

Morgana let out a cry of pain and pushed even harder, clutching the bed sheets as sweet poured down her face. She would endure this; endure this agony for the good of her people. Magic coursed through her veins and she could feel it electrifying as the child continued to move. Never in her life had she felt such surge of power, even she realized just how powerful this child would become.

"I can see the head! One more push!"

With one final grueling push and scream, the wails of her child rang throughout the room. Lifting her head slightly, she saw the baby covered in blood, her blood. The handmaiden quickly cut the cord with a knife and put the baby in a white sheet.

"It tis a boy My Lady, a beautiful healthy boy" she said while handing the child into Morgana's arms.

Morgana smiled weakly as she held her son; yes this was the promised one. Cradling him in her arms, she relished every second knowing full well the child would be put into hiding. The father was not her husband, and the child could easily be killed for her transgressions and association with such a prophecy. Holding him a little while longer, she felt her body weakening and knew she didn't have much time.

"Adelric," she whispered hoarsely. "He shall be named Adelric Grindelvard" She finished with her last breath.

Adelric, the name of noble ruler, the name of power.

And so the child was taken away, and given to a woman whose baby was stillborn. While King Arthur searched fervently for the child to destroy it, the he was never found. Arthur returned home empty handed waiting until his death to find the child. The people mourned the loss of their great Sorceress turning to Merlin for support.

Merlin, pretending to believe the child dead, assured his great King of the safety of their line, the safety of Arthur's son-Godric. But Merlin knew the dangers Godric and his line would endure. But Morgana's name quickly never passed the lips of Arthur and Merlin again, the Prince grew up unaware of his prophetic downfall.

But somewhere, in the quiet mountains of Switzerland, a small child played with a twinkle in eye, naïve of the power inside him.

Decades turned to centuries, and the people of Great Britain forgot all about their prophecy and all that would entail, but Fate remembered her promise.

And Fate had waited long enough.

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