The Rise of the Dark, and Light.

A/N Hey peoples, this is my first ever fic so reviews are welcome. Also my punctuation is awful so if anyone would like to help that'd be marvellous.

Hope you enjoy it.

Graeca

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO J.K ROWLING AND WARNER BRO'S.

Chapter 1 – The Dark Before Dawn.

Seven sisters stood in an ancient cave. If one were to look they would be drawn to the archaic paintings on the walls, drawn by hand long forgotten they seemed to hum with power. Suddenly a great screeching could be heard throughout the cave and the Sisters rushed forward. One a truly ancient looking woman got their first, and spoke to the source of the commotion " Seer, Seer! " she spoke urgently. " What is it? What have you seen? " it was at this moment that the voice shouted in an unearthly tone " THE HEIR WILL BE BORN ON THIS NIGHT! THEY WILL HAVE POWER BEYOND MEASURE! " Her voice shook the cave and the Sisters drew in closer. " Seer, what does the prophecy say of how the heir is to be made?? " the same Sister as before spoke " THE HEIR WILL BE MADE BY THE RITUAL OF BLOOD SISTER JAHHREIDIS! " the aforementioned Sister clenched her fists anxiously, ' Gods listening to prophecies is tedious ' she thought " THE BLOOD SHALL BE FROM THE TWO MOST POWERFUL, SEEK OUT ALBUS DUMBLEDORE AND GELERT GRINDELWALD! " She bellowed and then slumped to the ground.

The sisters stood in silence for a moment then Sister Jahhreidis spoke " Well? Come we must conduct the ritual " she spoke moving to the centre of the cave. " But, Sister we do not know where these men are to be found " spoke a sharp faced witch. At this, Sister Jahhreidis whipped herself around and bellowed " HAVE YOU LEARNT NOTHING FROM THE TEACHINGS WE WERE TAUGHT?! " the other sisters recoiled in the face of her wrath " WE SHALL SUMMON THE BLOOD NOW COME!! " the Sisters moved into a circle and began to chant in a druidic tongue " Sister Barhalas, help me " said Sister Jahhreidis. An ebony skinned witch came forward and pulled a silver pin out of her hair, allowing it to cascade down her back to the very bottom of her billowing black robes. Both Sisters began to move their arms in a circular fashion, as the other chanted in the same druidic tongue.

As they did this, one would most likely be inexplicably drawn to the dark portal that was morphing into existence before them. Sister Jahhreidis approached the portal and spoke " Goddess, allow us access to the future so as we may protect it " A few moments after she said this a flowing, seductive voice spoke in her mind " Ahh Sister Jahhreidis, we have not spoken in quite a while. What would you ask of me? " " Goddess we have received a prophecy, we must seek out a Albus Dumbledore and Gelert Grindelwald. I would ask you to permit us. " spoke Sister Jahhreidis urgently " Of course my child, though do not linger. Time is a dangerous thing " immediately after saying this the portal showed a picture of a baby in a cradle ' This must be Albus as a baby ' thought Sister Barhalas. Sister Jahhreidis nodded to her and she focused on the baby and threw the hair pin through the portal, hitting the baby deftly behind the ear. She then summoned it back and passed it to Jahhreidis who held it delicately in her palm ' Now for Grindelwald ' Barhalas thought. The portal then showed a picture of another baby, this one seemed to notice that something wasn't right and began to cry loudly " You must not disturb the natural order Jahhreidis! Let this be done quickly " the Goddess shouted inside her mind. " Sisters, this needs to be done quickly! " at this Sister Barhalas pulled a second pin from her robes and threw it into the portal once more. Again it hit behind the ear deftly and was soon back in her hand " It is done close the portal! " shouted Jahhreidis.

The portal shut with a bang that shook the cave, the Sisters all let out an exasperated breath drained from the ritual. " Come.. Sssisters, we must... create the heir " said Jahhreidis struggling to breath, containing the power of time itself is rather tiresome after all. It took a few moments but the Sisters eventually started to move. Barhalas was the first up, then Jahhreidis soon they all stood albeit slightly shakily " Come, tis our sacred duty to protect this world and now we will guarantee it for generations to come " spoke Jahhreidis sagely. They then began drawing interconnecting runes on the floor, which hummed with the same power as the paintings on the walls.

As though Mother Nature knew something was happening lightning began to crack outside and rain came pouring down in torrents. The Sisters, now done all entwined their hands and began to chant and sway " Bring the power, bring the power, bring the power " they spoke though one would not know it for they spoke in a language understood only by the wind and tree's. Jahhreidis held out her hand and the needles were drawn to the centre of the circle, the lightning in the sky struck forwards and set them ablaze.

Suddenly a light was drawn from one needle and an inky darkness from the other which then proceeded to mingle, the earth writhed and shook as though in pain. The Sisters chanted ever louder until the darkness and light were fully connected, but something was wrong. The cave shook and cracks began to appear in the surface of the cave " IT IS NOT ENOUGH! " Jahhreidis shouted " THE POWER IS TO STRONG FOR THIS PLAIN IT NEEDS TO BE ANCHORED! " she bellowed and immediately they all began drawing runes in the air, and placing them in a diamond like position around the writhing black and white mass, but the writhing earth did not stop, it increased tenfold and cracks appeared in the sky ' Sister Jahhreidis, the power you wield is a dangerous one ' spoke the same seductive voice from earlier ' Goddess? What are we to do? ' she asked whilst trying desperately to contain the runes ' Their is only one thing capable of anchoring such a powerful force Sister ' ' And?! What is it? ' she spoke angrily ' Watch your temper Sister ' the Goddess laughed ' This force is made of pure magic... so the only thing capable of holding it would be? ' she asked teasingly " MAGIC ITSELF! " Jahhreidis shouted out loud. " Sisters! Chant with me! " she shouted " Mage and Sorceress, power and blood, speaketh to us those of ancient blood " As the other Sisters chanted this Barhalas stepped forward across the cracked and writhing earth as if it were still and shouted " YOU WHO WIELDED THE ANCIENT POWERS! SPEAK TO US LeFay AND Merlin of old! " an onlooker on this event would have looked with disbelieving eyes as a golden door burst open at the mouth of the cave, and two powerful voices spoke from within " Sisters, you have requested an audience and it is granted. What would you ask? " they spoke softly but were effortlessly heard over the tumult of chaos around them " Merlin and Morgana, we would ask for your help. The heir you bid us bring forth cannot be contained merely by the earth. It must be bound to Magic itself " spoke the sharp faced witch softly too. " This heir of ours is powerful indeed " laughed a seductive female voice " Of course we shall lend our aid " and with that the power was drawn from the rune cluster and brought through the door.

The world slowly started to calm and the weather quietened, the Sisters all fell to the floor in exhaustion then, Merlin's voice reverberated through their minds " SISTERS! It is done, the heir is yours now. Make sure he does not fail "

Immediately after this the cave shook, once more threatening to cave in and then a ball of coagulating black and white energy rose from the ground, it seemed to vibrate lowly. Then slowly it expanded, and then after an indeterminable amount of time it morphed into a small body, and floated to the floor. The Sisters all crowded around it and looked at it curiously. A small amount of dark hair covered its head and its eyes though shut seemed to be moving in its sockets.

Jahhreidis picked it up and said " We will protect this child with our lives, as is our duty as Sisters of LeFay " the rest of the Sisters nodded " Come, let us take them home " and with that the Sisters disappeared.

League's away atop a great mountain stood a man, tall and proud who's face was covered by a hood " Those damn Witches, they will pay. I will not stand and see this defilement of everything that is good and holy, their power will be mine. And I will use it for its proper purpose! To rule over this world that is mine by right. " He spoke to the mountains that were cracked and sundered " My King, the scouts are back with their report " spoke a small man behind him " And! " he barked, the man jumped and said shakily " They found the cave, but the Sisters were gone " " NO! " The King raged " Did they do the ritual? " he spoke barely containing his rage. At this the boy visibly paled " it apppears so Sssir " at this the king drew his sword and lopped the boys head off " FORM RANKS!! WE MARCH NOW!! " The kings men knew better than to argue and immediately sprang to their feet, and began to follow the enraged king. Their black dragon banner flying high.

A/N Oooh I wonder who that might be? :) hope you enjoyed it :') I will probably try to invent actual speech in the languages mentioned but that won't be just yet

Lowercase Italics singular quotation marks – talking in head

UPPERCASE Italics double quotation marks – shouting or in another language