Albus Potter: The Raise of an Emperor
Prologue: The prophecy
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Harry Potter was in his office at the Aurors Department of the Ministry of Magic. He was the Head Auror at this time, he had been chosen by the Minister himself, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Harry had been very busy lately, with some problems with one of the operatives.
But what Harry didn't know, was that that very case, would be the deciding event in the fate of many people close to him.
Harry was in his office late at night, almost midnight, when suddenly the door shot open.
"Sir!" called the caretaker.
"What is it, Thomas? And why are you in such a hurry?" asked the Head Auror.
"It's Madame Jordan, I think she's hurt!" Thomas answered with fear in his eyes.
"Don't worry. Calm down. Now tell me, where is she?"
"Right out of here, I brought her with me".
"I'll take care".
Both men went out of the office. There in the floor was a fifty or fifty one year old woman. She was shaking, like having a shock or something like that. Harry kneeled right next to her and held her hand. He was worried; he hadn't imagined that she was in such a bad shape. He took out his wand and said an incantation, and Madame Jordan began to stop shaking slowly. Then she was still, still and cold.
"We need a healer!" shouted Harry. "Quickly, call Hermione; she should be in her office!"
"Yes, sir" answered Thomas. And as fast as he could, he ran to the Law Department.
Harry remained there with Madame Jordan. How could she have fallen in such a state of shock? Was she hexed? Many questions crossed the mind of the Head Auror. Then suddenly, Madame Jordan sat up. She turned her face to Harry, and he saw that her eyes were like lost tracked. She opened her mouth.
"The night of the fourteenth anniversary of his birth, the new Boy in the Emerald Heritage will have to fulfil his destiny. No one will be able to stop him in becoming the most powerful individual in the land.
"The sky will be frozen and the land will burn. The sun shall appear no more and darkness will take over every living one. The storm will not stop and every soul will be shadowed by fear. Darkness like no other… that is the Chosen One's fate.
"The only chance to prevent him from his dark destiny is a flower. The Flower of Winter. The shadow of the Chosen will oppose him in whether path he chooses. The rise of an emperor will take place in the years to come.
"The Emerald will lead his companions and the shadow will extend to the most recondite place of the world, or will vanish forever.
"If the Chosen One chooses the path of light, the Serpent will return to its fellows, and together they'll be the only chance to light up the sky.
"The Flower of Winter will decide. If the Emerald has it, the hope will remain. But if the Chosen One loses it, his path will be darkened and the Darkness will be eternal.
"He, who has the eyes of the Protector, will decide the fate of the world. He, whose path could be the darkest or the brightest, will rule Fate".
With the last words, Madame Jordan fell again to the floor and didn't say more.
Harry stood there. He didn't know what to think, one of his biggest fears was about to fulfil, the Rebirth of the Dark Lord. Voldemort was dead, he had no doubt about it, but what could stop the birth of a new one? And worst of all was that he, Harry Potter, couldn't do anything. Fear. Despair. Those were the only things the Head of the Auror's Department could portrait in his mind.
"Harry!" he heard Hermione's voice calling from the end of the corridor.
"I'm here" he answered.
Hermione came running at top speed. She stood right beside him. She put a hand on the woman's forehead.
"My God, she has a very bad fever!" she said scared. "I'll take her to St. Mungo"
"Hermione, wait" Harry stopped her before she could get her up. "We can't take her anywhere".
"Why not?"
Suddenly, from the eyes, ears and mouth of the woman a silver liquid was coming out. Harry opened his hand, and the silver liquid began to reunite on it, forming a shiny, silver ball. Harry stared at it with fear and sadness.
"Harry is that what I think?" asked Hermione.
"Yes" he answered, his voice shaking a bit, "our greatest fear has been professed. But this time, we don't have anyone who can stop darkness from cover us once again. And this time, it could be forever".
The only thing they could do before realizing the healers coming from the end of the corridor, was staring at the prophecy with worried looks on their faces. A new shadow was coming for them. The Emerald Chosen One.
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That's the prologue. Who are the new Chosen Ones the prophecy is talking about. The new darkness is coming from the unknown.
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