AN: Here you are! Slightly crack-fic-ish, but it's one of my children, and I love it dearly! Don't forget to review, even just to say lol! Anyway, on with the story!
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The Dark Lord sat in a throne in Riddle Manor. A young girl of about ten sat on his right side, in a slightly smaller throne. And in front of them stood their Seer.
"My Lord, I have had a vision. Your daughter is the only one able to vanquish you once and for all." She bowed, and waited to be dismissed. Lord Voldemort looked over at his daughter, who was watching the conversation silently.
"Father, I don't really feel like killing you. Can't you get someone else a fake prophecy or something?" she said in a bored tone of voice, idly twirling her wand between her fingers. He nodded absentmindedly, "Trelawney, I need you to do something for me."
The woman looked up expectantly, "Yes, my Lord?" He smirked, "You are going to become a spy for me. Get a job a Hogwarts. Any job. But you must fake a vision-like prophecy about this. Try to get creative on the details, but make sure it sounds realistic." She smiled gratefully, "Yes, my Lord. I will do well. You will not be disappointed."
The Dark Lord nodded, "I better not be. You are dismissed. Go to Dumbledore immediately."
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"Sybil, I'm not quite sure if you are the one for the job," Dumbledore said politely. She began trying to reason with him, but paused. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she spoke in a creepy hoarse voice:
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who defied him thrice. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal. But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. For either shall die at the hand of the other. And neither can live while the other survives…"