Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor W.I.T.C.H. If I did then why would I be writing a fanfic about them which earns me absolutely no money?


Prologue

The night was calm, tranquil almost, the air gentle; caressing like a soft touch. It was a truly perfect night. But that gentle wind was foul, and events were occurring on this night that would change the future of an entire civilisation for eons to come.

In a small settlement known as Godric's Hollow, the peaceful night was broken by the cries of a tortured infant and its despairing parents.

"Go Lily, I'll hold him off"

"James no!!!"

"JUST GO!"

Feet pounding on stairs, a door slammed, she holds her baby, desperate to grant it the comfort it so desires. Yet still it cries, instincts only relatively new, being used to recognise danger and respond in the best way. The mother holds it tighter. She slips a necklace from herself and places it over the child's head. A pink crystal; held in an elaborate metal clasp, far too big for the infant. She weeps for her love and for her child and the fate they are destined to.

The door explodes across the room, propelled by a sickly burst of light. Through its empty arch steps a figure clad entirely in black. The face was gaunt and pale; it would almost be white if not for the insult to the colour. Crimson eyes, filled with hatred and insanity burned through the woman's turned body to the one she protected.

"Stand aside girl"

"NO! not my baby please!"

STAND ASIDE!"

A blast of crimson light threw the woman across the room, the life slowly bleeding from her through the wound it created. The figure glided toward the infant, who fell from the attack.

"So, you are the one who will defeat me?"

The figure turned his hand towards the child; in it he holds an object. A new light emanates from it; different, its deep heavy green like an emerald held in the dying sun. But this light was cold beyond all measure. The figure shifted and gave a cry. Two words. Indiscernible to the child and its dying mother, yet both knew: that beautiful green light would only destroy.

As the light struck the child, all were blinded as a brilliant pink light was released from the child. While the green light was cold and earthly, the pink could only be described as…heavenly. Its radiant light touched everything: the shattered door was repaired while the figure was enveloped and destroyed in a scream of agony from the touch of something so pure, in its place was only a shadow, a wraith.

The windows exploded as the radiant light seeped into the air, erasing the dark shadow in street, replacing it with a sense of purity and happiness; yet tinged with the feeling of despair.

For the young mother however it was too late, even as the light worked to heal the damage done to her, her body still, was slowly failing. With the last of her strength; the mother crawled across the floor to her eerily silent child. Placing a hand on the child's head, she uttered a string of words forever lost to all, and the sorrowful air shifted at her display of power. Slowly, her hand slipped down to the necklace the child wore, as she spoke a few more last words, and the air shifted again. Finally, she drew her child close, and placed a last kiss upon its forehead, with a smile full of love and no sorrow.

Thus she died.

And as for the wraith, it was banished. Weak and alone, it fled to some forgotten corner of the world, plotting, waiting to regain its power. But it could never forget the agony of the pink light, and swore vengeance on the unwitting child: the cause of Lord Voldemorts downfall.

Not long after the tragedy of Godric's Hollow, two new figures stepped across the threshold of the victim's house, their auras benevolent and loving. The first cried out with grief at the sight of the body of the young husband; his best friend, and dropped to his knees weeping. The other stepped deeper into the defiled home, searching for something. It was found by a child's cry: the discarded cloak of the dark figure and the wailing child, held to its fallen mother's bosom. The second returned to the first bearing the child, who was snatched away to hold by the first as he wept. The second stood as stoically as he could in the tragic scene before him.

The two parted ways, the first leaving for revenge, a look of hatred and guilt in his eyes. He bid the second good luck and prayed for the child before disappearing with a crack into thin air. The second turned and sat astride a huge machine, left by the avenger. Carefully, he cradled the infant before soaring into the night air. Thus, the last thing remembered by the child was the sensation of flying as the two passed over the waters of Bristol, as it slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep, a lightning bolt shaped cut engraved into its forehead and a strange oval mark upon its chest, just over its heart. This child's name became known as Harry Potter: 'The-Boy-Who-Lived'

The winds of fortune changed that night, forevermore. Changed by the heart of a single child.


A/N: Okay what do you think? I know it's a little short but it is only a prologue, something to whet the appetite. The first chapter is being written and then needs beta-ing and will hopefully be released within a week or two. Sorry but I am a slightly slow writer anyway please give me your reviews and I will endeavour to produce something everyone can enjoy. Oh one last thing this Fic is obviously rated teen but that MAY change if I manage to write up to and past the 2nd year though most likely it won't change or I'll start a new story for the individual years.

See ya around!