The Angel and the Devil
It was seen hundreds of years ago--a prophecy--one day the innocent of the innocents and the king of the sinners will unite in hate and passion to bring the world a whirlwind of love and hate. Dramione
Prologue
Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, and Helga Hufflepuff entered their newfound castle. They were excited to be able to turn it into a school for witchcraft and wizardry. They had restored it only days ago. Teachers had been hired, dorms were prepared, letters had been sent out by the newly bought school owls and elves had been employed. The last step in the finalization process was to have a professional psychic bless the castle. It was extremely old-fashioned but it was something that Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin were determined to have done.
The person they hired was even more eccentric than normal for a psychic. The woman wore a billowing white robe and her hair was in a blonde mess. Of course, everyone was a little hesitant with the woman but was sure to let her do her job.
The physic wandered the castle, murmuring nothing but positive things about Hogwarts. She then walked into the soon-to-be Slytherin dorms and mumbled something about a Dark Lord. The owners had immediately gotten nervous but the psychic assured them that it would all work out in the end. Her last stop was at the edge of the dark forest. She walled through the bright green grass and walked a few feet into the woods and stopped. She looked up and down at a rather small birch tree.
"Anything the matter?" asked Rowena Ravenclaw. The psychic scrunched up her eyebrows and shook her head.
"I'm not quite sure." She reached out and touched the tree's bark. The other saw her head snap up, her eyes darken. Her hand moved down to the tree's roots and she started to shake.
"What's wrong with her?" Rowena Ravenclaw asked Godric Gryffindor.
"I don't know," he said honestly.
The psychic started to speak.
"One day, in hundreds of years, the most innocent of the innocents and the king of the sinners will unite in hate and passion to bring the world a whirlwind of love and hate. One will hold the power to change it all." The psychic then dug her hands into the ground by the tree and pulled out an amulet.
The amulet was silver with a rectangular stone set in the middle. The power surged through the psychic as she held it up to the Salazar Slytherin. He took it and stared at the immense beauty. But Godric Gryffindor then took it and put it back where the psychic had removed it.
"We shouldn't have touched it," he said, burying it once again.
Hermione ended the story, closing her copy of Hogwarts: A History.
"That's weird," Ginny said, tying her hair up in a ponytail.
"I know," Hermione said, putting the book carefully back onto her bookshelf. She then ran a brush through her hair, getting ready for the day ahead.
"I read that book over and over, at least once a year to refresh my mind."
"I know," Ginny said raising an eyebrow. "You remind us everyday."
"Not the point." Hermione started gathering her books in an armful. "I have read that book a lot and for some reason I must have skipped over that part every time. It's only this year that I read that story."
"Maybe the pages were stuck together or something," Ginny said, rationalizing the situation.
"Maybe."
Authors Note - Very Beginning and a lot to come. Please Review. Let me know your opinions and comments. Thanks to my beta Summertwin.