Prologue: The Making of a Prophecy

By RicaSieg

One looking into this garden would see nothing abnormal, apart from the clothing of the family, occurring. It was a warm, sunny day. It appeared that a tall man with piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair was playing with a small child. They were chasing each other around a garden. What seemed the mother of the child was sitting on a bench near a rosebush. Upon closer inspection, one might notice that the child was about four years old with bright red hair and deep blue eyes. She had an uncanny resemblance to the woman sitting near her. The lady had sparkling hazel eyes instead of the blue eyes the child possessed and also appeared to be quite a bit older than the average mother.

The man wore a deep maroon cloak with a gold tunic under it and his leggings appeared the same color as the cloak. The lady was dressed in a deep blue cloak with a lighter blue dress underneath, the embroidery on the dress and cloak was bronze. The small girl's simple dress had yellow with red flowers and green leafs printed all over it. Her cloak was of the same deep blue as the lady's.

"Slow down, Godric!" admonished the lady. "Don't fall! I don't want to have to heal any broken bones today!"

"You worry too much, my dear. We are perfectly fine," said the man to the fretting woman as he walked over to her. "How's the little one?"

"The baby is coming along well. With a little luck, Rhea will have an aunt or an uncle in a couple of months," replied the pregnant woman. "Have you talked to Helga lately?"

Godric blushed a little and mumbled a 'No, I haven't, dear'.

"Godric! She is your sister in law and your best friend! She is due to have her baby any day now!"

"Sorry, my dear, but any time I go over there the snake is always around guarding her and trying to get me to lose my temper. Last time I was over there he tried to blame me for our children's elopement! I nearly cursed his head off and then Helga became furious with me, as did Helen," Godric explained but then gave into the lady's narrowed eyes. "I'll go over and talk to them later today."

"You most certainly will…"

"GRANDMA! GRANDPA! HELP" The little girl was screaming at the top of her lungs as a dark creature approached her.

"Rhea! Oh my god! Godric do something!" cried the hysterical woman.

"Get way from the child!" bellowed Godric as he pulled out his wand.

"I think not. It is time to repay me for stealing my heir!" hissed the dark creature.

"Andante!"

"Ah, a Protection Charm. Too bad it won't work against my newest invention. AVADA KEDAVERA!" a flash of green light erupted from the creatures hand and hit the man as he jumped in front of Rhea.

"Fool! AVADA KEDAVERA!" As the green light shot out to hit the little girl, she screamed and held out her small hands, projecting a blinding flash of light. The light formed a creature with the head of a badger, the body of a lion, the wings of an eagle, and the tail of a snake. It absorbed the green light and stood tall in front of the little girl.

Suddenly the woman began to glow. Water erupted from her in chains. The chains then started to form themselves into words as the woman wailed in an eerie voice.

"A girl born of the Four is to rise at four.

Darkness will challenge her.

She guards herself in the Tower of Time.

Only darkness can enter the cursed tower that protects.

The tower shall split,

And the Daughters shall sleep.

The Maiden will awaken to save the Chosen One.

The Huntress will awaken to teach the Chosen One.

The Last Daughter must be found.

The Tower of Time holds her captive.

Only She can perform the joining.

Only He can awaken Her.

Only She can vanquish the Darkness.

Only He can aid Her.

Only She can protect Him.

The Chosen, the Maiden, and the Huntress must join to awaken the goddess.

The Protector must be awakened.

The Daughter of Time, raised at four by the Four, must teach the Chosen.

Then the one called the Lord will fall."

After the last word was said, the chains of water erupted into fire and grew to form a large glowing column around the girl. The white creature jumped into it, and the column dulled to form a pearly-white, glass tower.

"No!" yelled the dark creature as he started hurling curses at the tower. Rowena had passed out on the ground. "You caused this!" he screeched, turning on the unconscious form of the wise witch. "You ruined my beautiful plan and you broke my heart! I will return to take back what is rightfully mine, but for now I will get rid you! Incendio!"

Fire burst from the creature's hands and it spread around the garden and the manor, burning everything in sight. It burned the trees and flowers, even the Rowena and Godric, but it could not touch the tower of glass.

With one final look at the ruins, the creature turned on his heel while muttering, "My heir will avenge me. Not one Ravenclaw or Gryffindor shall remain in this world. You may have won this battle, Rowena, but Helga and I shall rule all!"

Eleven years later. A man attacked the tower of glass. The white creature emerged to protect it, but failed. As a last resort, it put a spell on the girl. She would remain ageless until the first of the three sisters awakened. The creature, then, gave his life to expel the man from the tower. Before the man was exorcized from the tower by the protecting creatures' dying incantation, he put a curse of his own on the tower, ensuring only the people of Slytherin blood could enter the tower.

But, the man made a terrible mistake before leaving the tower: he gazed upon the now fifteen year old Rhea and fell in love. His love for the girl was passed down through the generations of Slytherin heirs and the love for her still lives on to this day.

The white creature made a mistake also. His magic was upon the girl. No one could curse the girl in the tower, but his spell was stronger than that magic of the tower. This caused the tower to split. One part of the tower fell into a different world; the Maiden was taken with it. Another part was locked inside Rhea's birth place, a school. The huntress sleeps there. The remaining part stayed were it was and Rhea remained locked in it. Never aging, but always watching life go by through an enchanted mirror. Praeteritum Donum et Futura.