Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I only own some characters and parts of the plot.
Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is my very first fan fiction! I actually started it when I was in middle school, and I found it not too long ago. I'm in college now, so when I went back and read it...well...needless to say it was atrocious. Now I completely rewrote the entire story and plot. It's a big improvement from where it was originally. YAY! So without further ado, I present to you...The Next Prophecy!
I hope you enjoy it! :)
October 31, 1981 – 10:15 pm
It was a dark, stormy night and all that could be heard was the deafening thunder in the sky. There was a small house, in a secluded area, with residents not wanting to draw much attention to themselves.
Rupert Chaisty was sitting in a worn out armchair reading the Daily Prophet. His shaggy, brown hair was falling into his bright, blue eyes as he was bent over reading. Jemima Chaisty was currently rocking her one year old baby girl. Her beautiful, blonde hair was swaying as she rocked and her green eyes were glancing around cautiously.
"I'll be right back Rupert. I'm just going to put Felicity to bed."
"All right, don't be long."
As Jemima walked up the stairs, she softly sang to the sleeping baby. Felicity's room had cream colored walls decorated with pink flowers. Jemima placed the baby in the pink crib, continuing to sing to her.
As she ended the song, Jemima thought of something and began to look for a long, black box. Inside the old box was a sparkling, gold locket with pictures of her and Rupert. Jemima took the locket and put it on Felicity. She admired her beautiful baby and continued to watch her sleeping form until she heard a loud bang at the door downstairs. Jemima quickly took out her wand, as she knew what was about to happen, and began to put enchantments on Felicity.
"Protego Horribilis," she pronounced clearly and Felicity began to glow. She could hear yelling downstairs.
"Where is he? Where is the boy from the prophecy?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Rupert said staying calm.
"You do not lie to me! Now you must pay the price. Such a shame... Avada Kedavra!"
Jemima slightly looked over her shoulder as she saw a bright flash of green and heard a thud of something hitting the ground. Tears clouded her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Felicity woke up halfway through the spell and began to cry. Right as Jemima finished the spell, Voldemort walked through the bedroom door and she turned around with pure fear on her face.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? There is another traitor in my midst. Trying to keep from me the one thing that stands in my may! Step Aside!"
"Never! I will NOT bow to your evil ways."
"Very well... AVADA KEDAVRA!"
He killed her before she had the chance to defend herself. Voldemort walked over to the crib and to his astonishment, there was a baby girl staring back at him.
"How could I have been mistaken? I sensed powerful magic at this house. I thought for certain it would have been the boy in the prophecy..."
Voldemort studied the curious creature until he decided what to do with it. He glanced down evilly at Felicity.
"Well,... this baby couldn't possibly survive alone, so... AVADA KEDAVRA!"
When he stepped through the front door once more, he told the death eaters, waiting outside, to destroy the house. Felicity lay still, just like the rest of the house, as Voldemort continued to Godric's Hollow. Little did he know, there was still a little heartbeat inside Felicity.
October 31, 1981 – 10:30 pm
At Hogwarts
Albus Dumbledore, Sybill Trelawney, and a few other Hogwarts professors were almost finished taking the Halloween decorations down. Albus figured that there was nothing else really to be done.
"Ah... Sybill, I think that we are good here for tonight. Thank you for your help."
As they walked back, Sybill said suddenly, "I sense great danger...," looking off into the starry, night sky.
Her eyes had suddenly turned hazy and unfocused. Then, she stool completely still.
"Sybill, are you all right?"
Albus was very concerned and as soon as he touched her shoulder, she started to gasp. Her voice turned raspy; very different from her normal voice.
"Coming... is the one who is known as the Dark Princess... strength... power...in the darkest hour... leading in place of the Dark Lord... perhaps there is hope but it's a slippery slope... thereof the dark bonds can be broken with love..."
Her eyes returned to normal and she acted like she had just noticed Albus standing there.
"Oh! Hello Albus! I was wondering when I would get the chance to talk to you again! Perhaps we could have tea leaves or gaze into the crystal ball to cast ourselves in..."
Dumbledore had stopped listening to her ramble on and was thinking about the second prophecy she had just given him. If someone was to take Voldemort's place, he would have to die first and... OH! The Potters'!
"How could I have forgotten? I'm terribly sorry Sybill, but I must attend to a very important matter!"
Without another word, Albus Dumbledore apparated right out of Hogwarts.
November 1, 1981
The next day, a muggle family was driving by when they saw a house in crumpling ruins. They hurried inside the house to see if they could find anyone. Then, the woman saw something in a bundle of blankets.
"Donnie! Look!"
The bundle of blankets held Felicity. When the lady picked her up, the baby started to cry. It was a miracle she had even survived in the first place and she didn't even have a single scratch.
"Come on Dana. I think there is an orphanage down the road that we can take her to."
Donnie and Dana brought her to the orphanage hesitating to leave her there, but didn't know anywhere else to take her.
"Do not worry about a thing. We will take good care of her here," said one of the ladies working there.
The couple reluctantly left and decided it was for the best. Felicity was now alone in the world full of secrets. She would have to discover her secret, special world on her own, but her parents would always be with her to guide her path.