The God-Daughter
By Dog-Demon-Emiko
Chapter 1: The Prophecies
(AN: Just incase you didn't read my profile, Paige will not be in this story. All characters from Harry Potter and Charmed don't belong to me, but Kyra Potter, her powers,and any other charactersdo.)
"The one who will hold the final weapon for nine moons approches,
Born to great power of the earth,
From a woman of air, and a man of water, in the heat of fire,
And harnessess the gift of light.
The Dark Lord will force the chosen innocent to bear the weapon,
And the weapon will change the innocent in ways she knows not.
The black, red, and yellowto theeast and west until maturity,
The power of three will be her only hope,
The destruction will begin and chaos will overpower until blood can defeat its own,
The Dark Lords shall reign,
And the hearts of the non shall live in fear for centuries until the blood can destroy its own..."
The man with sparkiling blue eyes and half moon spectacles watied and calmed his heart while the woman snapped back to being herself. Her many braclets jingled as she shook and chocked, and the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy became slightly concered when her shaking did not seize. The woman sitting in front of him was Sibyl Trelawny, the grand daughter of the great Cassandra Trelawny, a powerful and famous seer. This started out as a job interveiw, and the woman ended up convusling and muttering words in a deep voice. Her breathing was still heaving, so the tall aging man stood to help her, when she spoke agian:
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches,
Born to those who have thrice defied him,
Born as the seventh month dies,
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,
But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not,
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives,
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
Just as he turned to scale the iron staircase leading to his chambers, a tapping filled the room. Turning gracefully, he spotted an owl over his half moon spectecles at his window. He hurridly walked towards the owl, hoping that it wasn't urgent. But something told the old but wise man that it was. Maybe it was just his nerves, for it was late at night and Voldemort was at the height of his power. Maybe that was what caused his hand to shake as he took the scroll from the foot of the large bird and invited it inside the room. Fawkes, his loyal phionex, gave a soft song-like sound at the visitor, but Dumbledore payed no heed. He moved over to where a torch was dying out for the light and opened in. In hand writing he knew to well, messy but in some way neat, it read:
Dumbledore,
Lily just gave birth. Twins as you predicted, a boy and a girl: Harry, the oldest, and Kyra, the younger. Your job as their gaurdian has begun! Congradulations!
There is something strange about Kyra, however Dumbledore. Lily and I both saw it but the others didn't. So far you are the only other one to know. She has a birthmark, a strange one, on her chest. It's very faded, and she has to be under a light in order for you to see it properly, but it's there. It looks like a star; five pointed. The top part is the most faded, it's white. The upper left point is pink, the upper right is gray, the lower left is blue, and the lower right is green. I have no idea what it is, nothing like it has ever been in my family, and Lily's family has no magical history. What do you suppose it is?
I hope to see you soon. Do stop by anytime, you know where to find us.
Sincerly,
James
Dumbledore's thick silver eye brows knitted together as he took the paper from his pocket. He unfolded it and the familiar throbbing of his head reminded him of how tired he indeed was. He sighed and put the papers back into his pocket. He went back over to his desk and took out a small bit of parchment and wrote on it quickly:
I cannot discuss that for obvious reasons, but I will meet you tomorrow, early. I do have an idea however, and pray that I am wrong. Congradlutations to you both,
Dumbledore
He gave it back to the large owl, who clamped it firmly in its talons and flew into the night. With a heavy sigh the headmaster went off to bed.
The headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy hid the effects if his heavy heart. James and Lily Potter, his most trusted friends, had been murdered tonight on Halloween night. Much to his dismay, Harry and Kyra Potter, their yearling children are now orphans.
"Are you sure you don't want to send him to the Acadamy too Albus? Sending the boy to live with muggles is rather harsh don't you think?"
"This is no punishment Minerva, he dosn't belong with the Acadamy, only Kyra. Harry is safest with his family."
"Albus, not only do I not like the idea of Harry living with muggles, but do you really think seperating them is the best thing to do?" Dumbledore stopped and looked down at the bundle in his arms. His breath, which was visble tonight, gently tickled the sleeping young lad on his nose.
"Their safty is more important Minerva. Each of these children have different destinys, and Voldemort will haunt them for the rest of their lives. Atleast if he gets one of them, hope will not be lost." He regretted the fact that it had to be that way, but it just was. He placed the bundle on the door step and gently put a letter down beside him. With one last look he left him there, the Boy Who Lived, and turned to leave, placing the lights back into their lamps before disapperating with a crack.
She tossed her head gently for the hundreth time that night to get her bangs out of her eyes. Her chocolate eyes, almost black in the dim light, skimmed the ancient pages of their family book. With a sigh she ran a hand through her shoulder length brown hair, a sign that she was stressed, and closed the book and set it on her lap. Creaking floor boards caught her attention; she looked up to see her older sister.
"Hey, you still up here?" she asked softly, the croak in her voice was a sign that she had been sleeping. She sat down next to her and began to push her bangs from her forehead. Piper smiled at her older sisters efforts to calm her.
"I just can't shake the feeling Prue, there's something we're not ready for. And you know me, I like to be ready." Prue smiled and hugged her.
"We haven't even had our powers for a year Piper, there's always going to be something were not ready for. But we'll know what to do when the time is right. We've got Grams, remeber? She'll let us know one way or another."
"But-"
"No buts! Go to sleep you, you have to go to work tomorrow, remeber? What would Quake do without you?"
"I know, I know," Piper sighed. She stood grudgingly and plopped the book back onto its stand. The left the attic together, and with a flick of the wrist the door closed behind them. "Show off," Piper muttered. Being the oh-so-mature person Prudence is, she stuck her tounge out and went to her room.
