Hi readers. This is my first HP fanfic so please be gentle. Constructive critic is welcome, but flames aren't. For all of you who have read my work before, or have talked to me about a certain story, this is it. I am aware that this first bit is a little dark (hence the rating) but I can promise the entire fic won't be like this, but keep in mind, life can't be all sunshine and daisies.

Disclaimer: I am not the brilliant J.K Rowling, I didn't write Harry Potter. However, many of the characters you will see in this story are in fact mine. The plot is also mine.

Special thanks to xNymphadoraxTonksx and Leafdrop. This chapter is for my eight best friends who inspired it all.

Prologue:

Great Britain, 1981

The Dark Lord paced slowly around a darkened room with a single window; the night after Halloween, his snake-like eyes glowed in the darkness. It was the night after he had murdered the Potters and their son Harry, who was suppose grow up to defeat the Dark Lord.. Voldemort nearly laughed. An infant defeat him? The thought of that was laughable, that was for sure. Still Voldemort wanted to make sure there was no one else alive that had the power to defeat him. He wanted to be sure he was invincible. He had ordered the capture of the seer that had made the prediction concerning the Potter boy. Snape had not heard the full prophecy; he wanted to make sure he didn't miss any details.

"My lord," said the timid voice of Peter Pettigrew, "I have captured the one you have requested."

"Very good," murmured the Dark Lord, his eyes fixed on the unconscious body in his servant's arms, "You may leave us now."

The servant nodded and placed the prisoner on the floor. Voldemort pulled out his wand. Directing it at the unconscious woman he murmured "Rennervate". The woman instantly began to squirm, trying to escape the ropes that bound her. Her eyes darted back and forth nervously as she realized were she was and who she was with.

"Sybill Trelawney," said Voldemort in a hiss, "The Dark Lord understands that you were the seer that made the prediction about Harry Potter. Am I correct?"

The seer simply stared in horror.

Voldemort glared angrily at her, "I asked you a question, and I expect you to answer me. Crucio!"

A jet of red light erupted from Voldemort's wand. It hit the seer square in the chest, causing her to scream in pain. She shook violently, her screams growing gradually louder. Then she suddenly relaxed.

Voldemort smiled his dark sinister smile, "That hurt didn't it? You see what happens to those who do not cooperate with the Dark Lord. I will ask you again, this time you will answer me. Are you the seer who made the prediction concerning Harry Potter?"

The seer gave a slight nod.

"Is there more too that prediction?"

"N-no," she replied

"Liar!" spat Voldemort angrily, "Crucio!"

Once again Sybill Trelawney shook in pain, her screams echoed off the walls. When Voldemort finally removed the curse he laughed his cold laugh.

"You cannot lie to the Dark Lord foolish woman, for he knows, he always knows. Now, answer my question truthfully."

The only answer Voldemort got was silence.

"Very well," Voldemort once again raised his wand, but before he could perform the dreadful curse Trelawney called out.

"No please," she murmured though her tears, "I'll talk."

Voldemort lowered his wand.

"The prophecy, what you heard was the whole thing. There is-is another, another person destined to defeat the Dark Lord."

Voldemort's eyes widened as the seer said this. How could there be another? Harry Potter was supposed to be the "chosen one" and he, Lord

Voldemort, had killed him!

Voldemort grabbed the seer and shook her violently. "Who! Who is the new chosen one! I demand you tell me now!"

"I-I-I-" stuttered Trelawney

Voldemort's eyes narrowed in annoyance. Whatever information the seer had, she was very reluctant to share it. He dropped the seer and raised his wand once again. "Crucio!" he cried.

Yet again, the seer's screams echoed throughout the room. After a while Voldemort lowered his wand.

"You won't win seer. Tell me now!"

The seer seemed frozen in place. Her eyes darted nervously around the room as if she was trying to find a way to escape when all efforts were hopeless. She had no choice but to give into his demands.

"Well?" Voldemort prompted.

"Dumbledore t-told me that I made another prediction."

"And what did that prediction say?"

The seer took a deep breath.

"The one who shall rid the world of the Dark Lord approaches

Born of those who have never known magic

And descended from those who have defeated one whom the Dark Lord is descended from

The witch shall reveal herself in an attempt to save those she loves most

For Patronus Charm she is known as

Patronus Charm shall end the Dark Lord's reign of terror"

Voldemort smiled and raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!" he cried.

There was a flash of green light, and Sybill Trelawney moved no more.

Thanks for reading, chapter one is coming this weekend. I have everything done up to chapter 2, but I don't exactly have the world's best grammar skills… PLEASE REVIEW!

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