Hey people. This is a sort of re-write to one of my stories... Shadows of a Darkened Heart. Hopefully, this one will be good so I can actually update and not get writers block. I enjoyed the reviews, though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any characters in said books... but all characters not in said books are mine. All mine.

Enjoy the new story! It might not make perfect sense for a while... but I'm trying!

---o---o---O---o---O---o---o---July 31

There was a scream in the private room where one Lily Evans was in labour. Or was in labour...

"He's... it's inhuman!"

"Call the Aurors! The ministry! Such a vile--"

"Stupefy!" ...the curse hit the two medi-witches at once, and they were obliviated and sent back to their houses, not to remember a thing...

"James... he's beautiful," a crying and tired Lily said to her husband, cradling her child. Not a regular child, though... His skin was the darkest black both Lily and James had ever seen, with a pure white pentagram tattooed onto the middle of his forehead. His eyes were also the purest of white, without pupils or iris', and he had a fair amount of soft, white, almost silery hair on his head. Some of his more peculiar features, though, were the soft, feathery, tiny white wings sprouting out of his shoulder blades and two tiny, sharp vampire teeth where ordinary canine teeth were supposed to be. Those were the only teeth in his mouth, though, which was unusual because he wasn't supposed to have any teeth yet since he was just born.

"Our unusual, beautiful baby," James said. He looked at Lily. "What would you like to name him, my wonderful wife?"

"Dante. Dante Corvus Evans Potter." (A/N:The name 'Dante' is pronounced: DON-TAY or DAN-TAY)

"I like it... but what about Albus, Lily? You know of the Prophecy. Both Prophecy's. I don't think he will like Dante's form at all... he might take him from us. We've got to change what he looks like and choose a fake name. Just in case."

Sniffling with sadness, pride, and fear, Lily nodded. "You pick a name, James."

"What about something like your dads name? His name was Harold, so what about Harry? Harry James Potter."

"That will do. But James... I'm worried. What if--"

"Shhhh... look, Lily. Nothing will happen that wasn't supposed to. Look at him, Lily." So Lily looked, and she was soon captivated in the endless white of her Baby's eyes, and for the moment, all worry and fear was quickly gone, and she was sucked into a wonderful dreamless sleep.

---o---o---O---o---O---o---o---Three months after, different place, very far away.

"Peculiar, and powerful. But not male. She will not do good as my heir," the Dark Lord said as he paced, staring curiously and hatefully at his newborn daughter. The female that had given birth, a powerful witch of unknown origins, had died just after the delivery.

But, like another certain baby born months before, this baby was not at all normal. She had skin that was a pure white, and there was black pentagram tattooed onto her forehead, going along with a pair of the darkest black eyes without pupils or iris', and she had a nest of pure, black raven hair on her head, and black lips. To the Dark Lord, though, some of the most peculiar features were the soft, feathery, tiny black wings that sprouted out of her shoulder blades and two, vampire teeth where regular human canines were supposed to be. This was unusual because regular new-borns were not supposed to have teeth. Or wings.

"My Lord..." Bellatrix, one of the Dark Lords most trusted servants, started, but paused, looking down nervously at the baby in her arms.

"What?" Voldemort snapped, frustrated. This changed things... finding an equally or more powerful witch wasn't easily come by. Most were highly protected, and there were not many. Bellatrix looked down and was silenced, to Voldemorts great relief.

Then, though, something happened so quickly that when looked back at it was hard to recall the first parts. A Death Eater had snuck into the room, planning on murdering the Dark Lord. He had been trained by the best, and always made quick, clean kills. This was also a good time... the Dark Lord was in anything but a good mood and was in no patience now for his surroundings. He had let his guard drop a notch, which happened to be a bad idea.

Becoming aware of his surroundings once again, Voldemort noticed, at the last minute, his daughter raising her arm with a strength not possible and closing her fist, a presence speeding towards him, and he spun around... to come face-to-face with one of his Inner-Circle.

But he wasn't attacked. The blow that would have injured him greatly had been... stopped. And the man was in obvious pain, as blood started pouring from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, and he died.

The Dark Lord looked back around at his daughter, and motioned for Bellatrix to follow him. He stepped over the corpse and left the room, with a curious servant at his heels. Never would he let his guard down again, but...

Perhaps, Kiara, you won't be such a bad heir after all...

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WELL, thats the prologue, and yes, there are two prophecies. Lots of things are going to happen after this, and I guess not a lot of it will be like I had originally planned. So MAYBE this will have less improved parts of Shadows in a Darkened Heart, but I dont know.

I hoped you enjoyed, and please do review.

-RedVenom