When Darkness Turns To Light
Summary: The final battle is nearing, and the trio receives some help from a strange source, and.the line in between life and the afterlife is blurred. Can the trio and others destroy the remaining Horcruxes while trying to survive and figure out their own lives? character death, various pairings, heavy use of OC's
Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling, I wouldn't be writing fanfics for my own series, would I?
Chapter One
"Minerva, we've been through this before. Lily and James did not know of the prophecy. They had not been informed before their deaths." Albus Dumbledore spoke, adjusting his half-moon spectacles sternly. The matter at hand was one that had been discussed quite a bit in recent times.
"But, surely Professor, they would have at least known of the second one. James was witness after all." McGonagall protested eagerly. She was determined, though she knew that she would never force Dumbledore into something.
"Ah, dearest Minerva, you are forgetting that James had no recollection of that event after...the incident." Dumbledore paused, to find the right word, cringing as he recalled what had happened to James that eventful night.
"What about Harry? He must've heard the prophecy at the Ministry. He was the one who broke it!" Minerva shouted, obviously frustrated at the Headmaster's decision to keep Harry in the dark about the second prophecy.
"Professor McGonagall, there is no need to raise your voice. Harry will learn in due time. As for your statement, yes, Harry was present at the time the prophecy was spoken again. He might have been a bit distracted because of the Death Eaters that were throwing spells at his friends, and himself." The Headmaster said, coolly. "Harry will not be told of the prophecy by either of us. Is that understood, Minerva?"
Minerva's eyes narrowed. "Potter is a smart lad. He'll figure it out eventually, without your help!" She yelled, storming out of the office. Dumbledore looked mildly amused, and helped himself to a biscuit.
That was two years ago. Since that meeting between Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore, a few things had happened. Albus's death, for example. What they both did not know, however, was that the prophecy they had been arguing about, had not been smashed, but stolen.
Kerri Fallowyn sat on her porch swing, examining the small glass orb that she held tentatively in her palm, running her fingers over it again and again.
Written upon it, was S.P.T to J.S.P, and underneath that there was her own name, along with the Dark Lord, and Harry Potter/Neville Longbottom in smaller writing. Although she had no idea any of the others mentioned on the glass ball were, it interested her very much why the three were all mentioned in the prophecy along with her. She had broken the orb containing the prophecy on the first day she had gotten a hold of it by mistake, and only then had she realized what it was when the silvery form of a woman appeared in front of her, and spoke in a deep and croaky voice. Kerri had repaired the glass ball the prophecy was in, and could still recall what the woman had said once it had emerged out of the shards of glass that had been lying on the ground.
The Dark Lord will choose
But he shall fail to realize the importance of his decision
For should he pick the pure wizard
He will succeed in his quest for power.
And if he decides upon the half blood
He shall suffer the consequences.
Both children will gain three accomplices
If they are chosen
The first two will be gained of his own accord
The third gained by fate
Her family is of the most royal blood.
Intelligent, Sly, Brave, and Kind
She will appear in his greatest time of need
Mysterious and dark, she will seem.
Guided by the ones
That dwell beyond the veil.
This confused her immensely. Her first name, 'Kerri', meant dark and mysterious in Celtic, she knew that much. The rest of the prophecy she couldn't figure out. Kerri was certainly not royalty. She was pureblood, but her parents had no interesting ancestry.
She soon got bored of the orb, and decided to stop dwelling on it. She went back into her family's manor that they had inherited from her late grandfather. It was large; although not as big as some other mansions Kerri had seen before. She wrapped the prophecy delicately in her sweatshirt, and stuck it under her arm hastily as Kerri's mother came in from the dining room.
"Kerri, darling, would you mind doing me a favor?" Her mother, Emily, asked, wiping her hands on her apron, white and powdery from flour.
"Of course, Mum, I'd be glad to help. What do you need?" She replied cheerfully.
"Would you take this to your brother and his little friends, please?" Emily conjured a tray of cookies with a wave of her wand.
"Sure." Kerri said briskly, grabbing the tray from her mother's outstretched arms. She walked upstairs, and opened the door to her brother's bedroom. There were four boys in the room, all deeply involved in some muggle video game.
"Gerard!" Kerri called switching the tray of cookies to her left hand.
"Yeah, sis?" Her little brother grinned cheekily, turning around to face his sister.
Gerard was the most obnoxious ten year old Kerri had ever known. He had shaggy dark brown hair down to his eyebrows; he took after Kerri's father. Kerri looked more like...nobody in the family. She had raven hair that curled down in ringlets, reaching a little past her elbows. She also had clear icy blue eyes, and her mother was blond with green eyes. Her father had amber eyes. Kerri knew of recessive genes, but there was literally no one in the family who looked remotely like her.
After handing the steaming tray of cookies to her brother, she walked down the hall to her own bedroom. When she stepped in, Kerri threw her sweatshirt on her bed, which was a pale green, as the entire room was decorated in shades of green, carelessly forgetting the glass orb tucked inside of it. Next she turned to her owl's cage, replacing the newspaper at the bottom of it with new sheets of paper-the classifieds section from the Muggle newspaper. Kerri's parents refused to let her read any Wizarding newspaper, for reasons unbeknownst to her. Her owl had light brown feathers, with gold specks strewn across her wings. The name of the bird was Oriole, and was Kerri's closest companion. With a frown, Kerri realized she had been gone since the previous day.
'She's probably just hunting mice and rats again. The poor thing is always cooped up.' Kerri thought. And with extraordinary timing, Kerri heard a ruffle of feathers from behind her. Oriole came soaring through my open window, with not a rodent in her beak, but an envelope. With a raised eyebrow, Kerri took it from her. The elegant script on the front and the wax seal on the back only raised her curiosity. She opened it, and pulled out the piece of parchment inside.
Dear Miss Kerri Fallowyn,
We are pleased to inform you that on Septermber First, you are invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This letter might have come a bit late, as I am sure you have noticed. Normally people start their Hogwarts education at age eleven, but you are a special case, which shall be explained in due time. I am sure you shall be ecstatic about coming to Hogwarts; your parents must have told you some wonderful stories about their experience here.
Do not worry about your previous education at Beauxbatons; that has been taken care of. Miss Fallowyn, you must understand that by going to Hogwarts, you will be in mortal danger. I feel that you are ready to overcome these challenges that await you. Your parents have been notified already, and I think it might be wise to start packing.
Enclosed is a list of books and equipment that you are expected to purchase, if you have not already. The list is nearly identical for both Beauxbatons and Hogwarts.
Yours truly,
The Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Minerva McGonagall
Kerri re-read the letter several times in disbelief. She could hardly dare to think that she was finally going to Hogwarts; Kerri had always thought she wasn't good enough as a witch to the prestigious school. She skipped over the sentence about danger, lingering over it only long enough to wonder if her late acceptance had anything to do with the prophecy. She raced downstairs to show her mother, clutching the letter in excitement, grinning widely as she remembered that September 1st was the next day.