It came a time where dusk had dawned upon the small muggle town. The streaks of hue that colored the sky splashed perfectly with the crimson setting sun. Distant crows of birds could be heard, as a flock was seen returning from their hunt of the day to their nests nearby. The jewel of the town that was a majestic mansion, decorated in such an opulent manner that no lurking muggles would suspect any unworldly matters taking place.
A handsome young wizard was sitting on his chrome plated throne; his charming face bore all signs of deep concentration as he leaned forward slightly, with his hands intertwined with each other. His slightly lavender lids closed over his eyes, listening closely to the mystified voice of the supposed seer, Sybil Trelawney.
"The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches
Born to those who has thrice defied him
Born as the seventh month dies
And the dark lord will mark him as equal
But he will have the 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."
The voice slowly trailed off as the woman was awakened from her trance. The smoky image faded along with her disappearing voice, with a slow pace had it retreated to the cracked orb that held the prophecy. The young wizard had listened to this foretelling countless times, and each time, it never fails to bring chills down his spine. It had etched itself onto his mind, like a tomb stone carving. Always haunting, and disturbing at the same time.
He gradually opened his eyes, seemingly awoken from his silent reverie, revealing a pair of unmistakable crimson eyes that belonged none other than the Dark Lord himself.
Lord Voldemort. The name that was never uttered by commoners; the name itself had brought fear when uttered by a pair of lips. How much would he let a silly prophecy like this, made by a fool of a seer, bothered him so much?
As the disturbing thought lingered, he needed to reassure himself…just in case.
"Lucius, bring them to me." He spoke to the empty room. Out of no where, a wizard appeared from the far end corner and bowed slightly. "Yes dark lord." He hurried out and after a few moments, he returned. This time, with two toddlers by his side; both barely able to walk, still stumbling in their steps, as they made their way towards the Dark Lord. The one closer to Lucius, seemed to be slightly frightened by the massive space, as his round, chubby features distorted slightly to a frown. The other boy, stumbled boldly as his bright green eyes sparkled under the dimly lit room. He seemed rather subdued by his surroundings despite the glum décor.
The dark lord's eyes gleamed dangerously, letting out a comfortable sigh…
"My sons."