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The Missing Piece
Prologue:
The red haired, blue eyed, twenty five year old witch sipped at her Gin and Tonic, while looking around the lazy pub warily. Her eyes widened in surprise as they recognized the wild haired witch sitting at the bar. It had been years, but she would always remember those thick round glasses that magnified her already big green eyes, nor the flamboyant colors of the clothing she wore.
The woman let her eyes wander to observe the wild haired witches companion. Her hand trembled as she sloshed her Gin over the side of the glass, making a puddle of the strong alcohol on the dirty table. She could never forget the man who had taught her in school. The man whose eyes always seemed to be twinkling with suppressed laughter, and those half moon glasses that rested on his crooked nose. His long beard, and the equally long white hair that cascaded down the back of his purple robes, not that he was wearing them now of course. Not in this muggle pub where attracting attention was most unwise. So was letting this man figure out who she really was of course.
Quietly she stood, sweeping her shoulder length hair behind her ears, and dropping a bill on the table, she mad her way out of the pub, trying to leave without being noticed. As she passed the two, she heard her old headmaster's voice as he attempted to comfort her old Divination teacher.
"Ah...Sybil, you had to know that it would happen. We've all known since Miss Granger accepted the Arithmancy post five years ago." Dumbledore told his employee soothingly.
"Yes, but I assumed that it was to be a fling. Random bouts of shagging before he tired of her and returned to me. We're meant to be together, I have seen it, Albus. The tea leaves don't lie." Sybil told him with a sniffle.
"They married last year, you know, you were there." he reminded her.
"Yes! I know that!" she downed her drink with a grimace. "And now they're going-" her voice was cut off abruptly as she seemed to gasp for air.
Albus just watched her with interest in his gaze, as if he had witnessed this particular occurrence before. When Sybil Trelawney collapsed on the floor and writhed violently, he stayed in his seat, calmly watching her.
The shaking form stilled and her mouth opened, her eyes widened to the point where they had to be in pain. A hoarse voice came from between her lips, she spoke.
"It will come to pass, at the height of the witching hour, child born into deception.
Magic strengthened by darkness, known to none but two, strongest in a millennia.
Powers that are neither light nor dark, that can destroy or renew, the evil that consumes our world.
Born to those unknowing, taken in the night, raised in secret by those untold.
When the veil of deceit is lifted, the marked ones will prevail."
There was a deathly silence before the woman rushed out of the room, never seeing the swirling gray smoke solidify into a small glass orb.
The woman rushed down the muggle alley as she felt her stomach lurch painfully. She hurried into a dark shadow cast by the buildings, and turned on the spot. She felt her pain intensify as her breath was squeezed out of her by the familiar sensation of apparation. When she finally arrived at her destination she crawled toward the small body of water by the trees. Stomach lurching again, as her body twisted, and bubbled as the Polyjuice potion wore off.
Blue eyes turned the color dirt, and red hair shortened and lightened to a grayish brown. The skin on the face bubbled as it expanded, leaving a long pointed nose, and a small mouth with large front teeth, resembling that of a river rat's fangs. The body filled out in the stomach area, and lessened in the chest. The hands grew larger, the nails on the right hand cracked and broken. The other hand, pure silver, strengthened with power, a gift from his master.
"I must tell my lord!" Stammered Wormtail with an unusual eagerness. Surely he would be pleased to hear of this new prophecy.
With a practiced ease he shifted into his animagus form, a large gray rat, and darted into a crack in the high stone walls hidden by the thick forest that surrounded them. Once inside, he shifted back, and hurried to the throne room. Knocking lightly before he entered, insured that his lord was in a pleasant mood.
"Enter."
Wormtail walked into the room and hurried to bow at his masters feet. "My lord." He began as he kissed the hem of his robes. "I have news, that I believe will be of use to you."
"Explain." Lord Voldemort said.
"Yes, my lord." Wormtail said quickly as he began his tale. He repeated the prophecy and then let his master use legilimency to see what he had heard. When he felt his master's withdrawal from his mind, he looked to him.
"Is...Is it of importance, my lord?" he asked pathetically.
"I will have to summon the others, Wormtail." Lord Voldemort informed him.
He hurried to his master and held out his left arm after rolling up the sleeve of his robes. He hissed in pain as the dark lord pressed his wand tip to his dark mark, which now burned red. He lifted the wand and the mark returned to it's normal black color.
Ten minutes later, the Dark Lord's inner circle sat around a long table. The small group consisted of, Lucius Malfoy, Greg Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Mcnair, Wormtail, Bellatrix Lestrange, Yaxly, Nott, and Severus Snape. Lord Voldemort sat at the head of the table, a glass of red wine in his cold white hand. Having discussed the prophecy, they were now trying to figure out the meaning behind it.
"My lord," Said Malfoy. "If I may...I believe that if you were to gain control of the child, somehow magically enhance your already incredible powers through the child's blood, you would be able to defeat Potter once and for all."
"Hmm..." muttered Voldemort. "You are dismissed."
'I believe that I have some planning to do.' he thought as he let out a cold laugh.
A/N: This is a story that my younger sister (Snapes only lover) and myself are writing together. It will be posted on my account, and it is, at this moment, a trial story. The continuation will depend on how many reviews we get and the contents of said reviews. Thank you for reading, we hope you enjoyed this chapter.
~Kiera and Snapes only lover