Chapter One
I've had a lot of ideas running through my head, so here is another Harry Potter and Raven story.
Prologue
A demon and a woman shall come together as one, and their union shall create a child. This child will grow into a young lady, will either be the savior of the Kingdoms, or the destruction of it.
And a boy born as the seventh month dies, will either be the help or hindrance to the fate of the Kingdoms, whatever path the lady takes.
Tados put down his quill, coming out of his trance, and looked at what he had written. He had been doing this for decades now, having visions of the future and writing it down as he saw it. He never really remembered his visions much, just flashes, so he looked to his writing to see what events would take place.
They seemed grim. But he sighed and stroked his long grey beard and stared out the castle window to the forest in the distance, where the sun had already set. They were likely far away, and would have no effect on his life. He was very old now, and he could sense his time was near. His chest was tight, and he knew his heart was slowly weakening. This would be his last prophecy.
He got up and walked to his bed. He did not fear death. In fact, he embraced it. He had lived long enough, far longer than most men. His own children had died before him, his wife, all his old friends. He was alone in the world. He laid on his bed and closed his eyes.
And death took him into its cold embrace before the sun rose.
Castle of the Western Kingdom, many years later.
"Push, my lady! One more!"
The purple haired woman in the great bed gritted her teeth. A lady in waiting wiped her brow with a cool wet cloth and gripped her hand. The woman gave one last push with a shriek and suddenly a cry filled the air.
"My lady! It is a girl, a beautiful, healthy baby girl!"
The woman smiled as she collapsed against the pillows, exhausted after twelve hours of labor.
"Tell my husband, quickly."
The midwife cleaned and swaddled the baby and handed it to the new mother. She smiled at the baby, her perfect little girl.
A man with white hair pulled into a pony tail rushed into the chamber and saw his wife there in the bed, holding the little bundle.
"Arella!" he rushed to the bedside.
"Oh, Trigon, it is a girl!"
Trigon bent forward and saw the little girl, nestled in her mother's arm, her little fists clenching the blanket. She already had a head of purple hair, and looked just like her mother.
"She is beautiful," he breathed. "What should we name her?"
"Raven," answered Arella.
"The people are waiting for word," said Trigon. "Shall I now?" He gestured to Raven.
"Yes," said Arella.
Trigon carefully took Raven into his arms. She stretched her little arms out and yawned, blinking at her father.
"So alert, my little one," he whispered, walking from the room.
In the front courtyard, thousands of people had gathered, hearing that the queen was in labor with her first child. They watched the balcony and soon Trigon came out. Night was falling, but some of the people closer could see the white bundle in his arms.
"My people," Trigons voice boomed out. "My wife has given birth. Behold your future queen!"
He held up the bundle and the people, as one group, cheered and then knelt, paying respect the baby, who would one day, in the future, be the queen of the Western Kingdom.
And the future queen simply curled her fists and closed her eyes, safe and sleepy in her father's arms.
3 days later
Trigon stood at his wifes bed, in shock. She had died. She had grown sick shortly after giving birth, and no amount of potions, and even Arella's own healing powers, had been able to make her well.
Trigon walked to the cradle where Raven was and he picked her up, tears streaming down his cheek.
"I am sorry, my daughter," he said. "I am so sorry my little oneā¦"
Fifteen years later, Eastern Kingdom
Harry Potter stood in the barn having packed his supplies. He was ready to leave.
"Ready for journey, Hedwig?" he asked the huge white stallion. It whinnied in response, seemingly excited.
Harry swung himself into the saddle and rode out of the barn into the yard, where Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Wizards and Knights, stood waiting.
Harry had come to this school at the age of eleven, his Aunt and Uncle glad to be rid of him. He had learned wizardry and the skills to be a knight. He could fight with magic, or with a sword. And now that he was seventeen, nearly eighteen, he had finished his lessons, and could go out in the world.
Hedwig pranced up to Dumbledore and lowered her nose for him to pat.
"You have made me very proud," said Dumbledore. "I knew your father and you have surpassed him. He would be very proud as well."
"Thank you, Professor," said Harry. Dumbledore reached up and they clasped each other's forearms, a sign of respect among men.
Harry met his friend Ron a bit later so they could ride together for awhile. Hermione, Ron's new wife, was with them on her own horse. She had gone to the school with them and she and Ron had married three days ago.
"Any idea where you're going?" asked Ron.
"I'm not sure," said Harry. "I've always wanted to travel, see the kingdoms, so I guess I'll just do that."
"Well, me and Hermione are getting a place in my parents town," said Ron. "Mum misses us. You'll come visit us right?"
"I will," said Harry.
The road was splitting, and Ron and Hermione took the fork heading to his town and Harry took the other, heading into the unknown.
