AN: Before anyone brings out the pitchforks, I got this idea while I was trying to sleep and I had to write it down. I'm sorry, I'll update my other stories as soon as I can. Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. All recognizable places and characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
At the height of the war, rumors flew about the Dark Lord choosing a successor. No one knew who it was, what they looked like, or how he chose them. What they did know, however was that he had marked them. A basilisk coiled around and an egg and reared protectively over it. No one knew where it was, however. The only thing they were certain of was that his heir would likely be trained in the Dark Arts. It was also likely that the child belonged to one of his followers. The whispers quieted when the Dark Lord fell, but they never disappeared.
Meanwhile, a little girl with bright blue eyes and dark hair was running around the camp she'd been living in since shortly after her birth, laughing as she was chased by the other children. All-the-while oblivious to the strange tattoo on her back and the fear it would inspire if anyone ever saw it.
