Prologue: And it begins
(I do not own anything in regards to the HP World. All I own is the idea for the story and the added in characters)

"I can't believe that we have to clean out this whole entire thing!" James Potter exclaimed, looking around at the Hall of Prophecy with his twin sister, Aristelle Potter, as well as his cousin, Rose Weasley.

The three were newly graduated students from Hogwarts; Rose more so than the others, and were in the process of becoming Aurors. Their training was intense and draining. Almost similar to the bootcamp that muggles have to go through for their armies. The trainers were breaking them down, only to build these young people into what would make them the best protectors of the magical world. They had to learn to always be on guard, and question everything. Sure they knew that dark magic wasn't in every single thing you touched, but still, you could never be too sure; especially these days with talk of a new Dark Lord on the rise. It was just speculation, but with raids becoming more and more prevalent, it was having all the Aurors beginning to wonder.

Today though, the group was getting a break. Today they were given the task of the dirty work; clean the whole Hall of Prophecy from top to bottom. The hall had been destroyed when Harry Potter and his army were fighting Voldemort and his Death Eaters, but over the years, the ministry had worked hard to get the hall back to its former glory. It still wasn't what it once was, nor would it ever really be again, but various prophecies were sitting on the shelves, needing cleaned; prophecies that took time to get back and recatalog.

The red head, Rose Weasley, chuckled, agreeing with her cousin, though not verbally. "Come on James, it won't be that bad. Besides, you know what they say about many hands make light work," she replied with a smug smirk plastered.

James glared, obviously not amused. "Yeah, but we have to do it all without magic! We had to deal with this in school! We're graduated! We shouldn't have to be going through all of this torture again!" he shouted, knowing that this would take longer than the others thought.

His twin sister, Aristelle Potter, just laughed out loud. "You're training to become an Auror, and yet, you can't even take a little bit of hard work? You're sad bro," she stated with a shake of her brown curly hair; the young woman who really didn't seem to fully fit into the Potter family; not really having traits from either parents. Something that many wondered about, but never fully questioned.

The jet black haired male whirled around, glaring at his twin. "Don't give me that crap Ris. You know you rather be with Jake doing the paper work, than in here cleaning with us. You know he got the easier end of the stick," he retorted quickly, pointing a finger right in Aristelle's face. "It's probably because he flirts none stop with the ladies in the Ministry. Bloody git. He should be in here with us too. I swear when I see him in training...OW! What was that for?"

A hand had collided with the back of James' head. A hand that belonged to Aristelle. "That is my BOYFRIEND you're talking about, thank you very much! You're just jealous because they are immune to your 'Potter Charm' as you refer to. I can see why. Dad looks so much better than you," she sneered back with a smirk, batting her eyes.

"Ok ok you two! Let's break up this family fight," Rose jumped in quickly, holding up her hands in between the two, knowing that James was most likely about to come back with a quick witted response.

Rubbing the back of his head, James just glared at Aristelle, grabbing a duster, and started walking down a row, mumbling something bitterly.

Rose just rolled her eyes, doing the same. "Oh suck it up cousin! Yeah Ris has a hand, but it's not THAT bad. Don't forget to not touch ANY of the prophecies. You two are already mad enough, without becoming even more from touching one of these orbs," she explained heading over a row that was opposite of the others.

The hours slowly ticked by as the three trudged along with their hard work, but not without a complaint every now and then from James. The two girls would sometimes just shrug it off, but at other times, would say something to shut him up. Regardless, it was a lot of work that was making all of them irritable; to the point that their work could be considered more and more sloppy.

"Why don't we just call it a day now? There is no way we're going to get this all done without magic," James called out to the others as the day was indeed drawing to an end.

Aristelle rolled her eyes, but knew that he was right. It was most likely getting dark outside. They had made great progress. Tomorrow they would most likely get everything done. The sooner, the better. This really wasn't work for Aurors. As much as James was complaining, he was right. Probably just one of those slow days where there was nothing better for them to do then clean something.

"Where's Rose? We should find her then head out," Aristelle suggested walking over to where her brother was standing, more like leaning, against a shelf.

"Probably got lost somewhere in this ungodly place. They need a map or something," he muttered running a hand through the messy, jet black hair of his.

Aristelle let out an annoyed sigh. "Where the hell did you get this nature of yours from? Both mum AND dad never complain this much. You are such a whiner James," she told him twirling one of the curls around with her finger.

James just narrowed his eyes at his twin. "Me? What about you? Miss twin that isn't like me OR the family at all," he snapped back.

Aristelle just gritted her teeth, balling her hands into fists. "Shut the frak up James," she hissed, eyes getting dark as they did whenever when this young woman got angry.

The young man's face got wide eyed, moving back slightly, hands raised up in surrender. "Sorry Ris. You are a Potter. You know that, by blood and everything. I was just joking with you like we use to," he quickly replied taking a small step back.

As he did, with being so tall, the shoulder knocked into one of the orbs, sending it flying towards the ground. James froze as did Aristelle, but not for long. The thought of being mad was the farthest thought from her mind as the dark haired woman drove for the ground; hands out stretched ready to catch the precious ball of glass.

"Aristelle! STOP!" James shouted, knowing what horror would be fall his twin sister the instant at part of her touched the orb, but Aristelle wasn't listening.

As the body collided with the cold, hard, cement floor, the long, slender fingers grasped the orb seconds before it came crashing to the ground. Letting out a sigh of relief, Aristelle stared at the glass as a voice started slowly crawled out.

One day there will be a child,
a direct descendant of the Dark Lord,
who will decide the fate of our world.
A hidden child in a world of faces known.
An heir to evil raised in a world of good.

Aristelle's face grew wide eyed as she slowly stood up with the orb still grasped in her hands. The dark brown eyes turned, resting on her twin, whose face was more pale than usual. Both were thinking the same thing as their eyes locked together. There was an heir to Voldemort? But how and when? An heir that was unknown to the world?

"We should get this to Minister of Magic," Aristelle said quietly, not realizing that her mind was still sane. The thought hadn't crossed neither of the twos minds.

James just nodded, stunned and shocked. The only thing that was on his mind was, his dad needed to know about this.

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The moon shone through the curtains, creating a beam that rested on a hard wood desk belonging to Albus Potter. The young man sat with elbows rested on top of the desk, hands clasped together, with the strong chin of his resting on top. His eyes stared intently at a few papers laying scattered across the wood. For the past few hours, this was the position the man had remained in. Various thoughts coursing through his mind; thoughts that many would never expect a Potter to have.

The past few raids had gone quite well, better than he originally thought, but no where up to the standards that he had been hoping for. There wasn't the fear in the mudbloods that he was desiring. The fear that would truly indeed make him the next dark lord. For you see, it is Albus Potter, the son of the famous Harry Potter, who is the brilliant master mind behind all the schemes of past few months. For you see, Albus Potter had always felt like an outcast of the family. The one who was most misunderstood. For years he knew that he wasn't like the others. For years he was tired of how dull his family was, and how annoying it was to live in the shadow of his father. Maybe his brother could deal with it, but it was not something that he would want to. No, he wanted to shake up this place and make a name for himself. A name no one would soon forget in years to come. It was time to take up what Voldemort started, and finish it with his own.

As the youg man kept sitting there, eyes borrowing into the paper as if wanting it to set fire, a knock came to the door of the man's room. For a moment, he stayed in his position, hoping the person would leave, but the knocking continued. Letting out a sigh, Albus stood up, stepped out of his room and headed for the front of his flat. His hand grasped around the knob of the front door, twisting it, and swinging it open to see his older sister standing there, looking most dishelved. Though James and Aristelle were much closer than her and him would ever be, that didn't mean he didn't love her any less. It was his eldest brother, her twin, his anger truly rested on. His sisters were the least of his worries.

"Aristelle, are you alright?" he asked softly, moving aside for her to step in if she wished.

Aristelle just walked in like someone had drained the life from her. "No I'm not Al, not in the least bit," she muttered standing in the middle of his flat.

Tilting his head, Albus closed the door tightly behind him, moving to her side instantly. "Let's go into the kitchen, get you something to drink and talk," he insisted, wrapping a gentle arm across her shoulders.

The dark woman just nodded, walking with him into the kitchen, still in complete shock. Sitting down at the small table, the young woman just sat there as her brother moved about, getting her a glass of ice cold water.

"There you go. Now tell me, what's going on?" he asked taking a seat across from her.

Taking a quick sip, Aristelle's hands grasped around the cool glass as she told the story that only happened hours before. Slowly explaining everything, her eyes remained on the water till the end. When hearing the part of the child, Albus' expression grew in shock. There was an heir to the Dark Lord? An heir that could make the world what it truly should be? One that could help him on his quest to glory and of reign?

"What do you think about all of it Al?" Aristelle asked once the story was finished, knocking Albus from his thoughts. "Do you think it could really be true?"

Albus' eyes connected with his sister's. "It has to be true Elle. It's a prophecy. Those things are hardcore honest. The only question I have is, how did someone not catch this sooner?" he asked more to himself than her.

Aristelle just shrugged, taking a long gulp from the drink. "What do we do Al? This could be dangerous, especially for dad. What if this heir comes after him?" she asked worried etched across her face.

Honestly, that worry was the farthest thing from his mind, but for his sister, he had to put up a front. Reaching across, he rested a hand gently on hers, giving it a tight squeeze. "Don't worry Elle. Dad is head Auror. You know he won't let this go till that heir is found. No one will," he reassured because that was now his newest priority. He had to find this child before his father and brother did. The child that would be answer to all his prayers.