-1"It has happened. After ten centuries, the woman has been reborn. After meeting her sad end, she has returned with a destiny that is twisted. Her ghost has disappeared and shall not return. Killed by her lover before, doomed for history to repeat itself. Helena Ravenclaw has finally been reincarnated." Professor Trelawny inhaled sharply and looked wildly about. McGonagall summoned glass of water for the woman who looked as if she belonged in a muggle insane reformatory. Her eyes flashed in a wicked manner and she gulped the water down greedily.
"There's another prophecy, isn't there?" Trelawny asked McGonagall. McGonagall merely nodded and Trelawny pressed on, "Well what was it about?"
"Helena Ravenclaw has been reincarnated." McGonagall said in a solemn voice. It had never failed to amaze the Headmistress that the seers do not remember the prophecy but the performance was so over the top.
"The Grey Lady, then who is it that will be the Ravenclaw ghost?" Trelawny's hand moved over the crystal ball, looking for answers.
"How does that matter now?" McGonagall snapped, "There's something more important right now than that."
Professor Trelawny recoiled as if she had just been smacked, "There's nothing that we can do now. Minerva, just wait eleven years. She'll be here and she'll more than likely be a Ravenclaw."
McGonagall sighed with annoyance. Sybill Trelawny had always bugged her to no end and the only reasons as to why the women still had her job was because Dumbledore had requested it, and the woman had no where else to go. She was infuriating. "Well then, we wait."
Trelawny nodded and grazed fondly at the crystal ball. "Ravenclaw shall have it's ghost, and sooner than you'd think too."
Crossing her arms in front of her chest, McGonagall crossed the room the gaze out the window at the lake. It was dark and swirling, the giant squid must be moving about. This prophecy obviously doomed a future student and McGonagall frowned. She detested hearing the prophecies, they had always made her worry and try to figure out to whom they belonged to. After-all, she had been involved with the prophecy told about Harry Potter soon after it was told. This was the second prophecy that McGonagall had heard personally, the first was saying that a ghost was soon going to be reborn. It finally happened, and now the destiny was less than desired.
"Yes," Trelawny continued, snapping McGonagall out of her reverie, "Ravenclaw's ghost is here."
"Well, out with it."
"It's none other than Moaning Myrtle, Minerva." Trelawny continued to gaze at the ball, "But she'll stay in seclusion most of the time."
"Moaning Myrtle? Well, yes, it does seem fitting since she belonged to the house and her death is tied to Hogwarts. Maybe she'll get better with people." McGonagall mused.
Trelawny glanced up at the Headmistress, "Yes, and our little prophecy child might be the one to help her with that."
McGonagall glared at her, "This child is not ours and we should do everything possible to protect her."
"Fate cannot be changed Minerva."
"We create our own futures Sybill."
Trelawny shrugged her shoulders and gathered her items. "It's been nice speaking with you Minerva."
McGonagall just watched as the woman left, her brow furrowed with thought. She marked the day in her mind, May 22, so it would make it easier to find this child. A female, that was most likely going to be in Ravenclaw. In eleven years, she could begin to find this girl and attempt to help her in what ever way she could.
Meanwhile…
A loud cry could be heard from outside the room in St. Mungo's. Inside the room was a brunette woman laying on a bed, panting, a tall red-headed man grinning at the infant held in the healer's arms, and two others, a red-headed woman and a black-haired man. The red-headed woman patted sweat from the brunette's forehead as she was handed the infant.
"It's a girl." The healer commented as he handed over the child, wrapped in a cotton candy colored pink blanket. The mother smiled weakly up at her husband, who grinned widely back at her.
"Welcome to the world sweetheart." The father cooed at his first-born, the child in turn blinked up at him as her crying quieted. "So what do you think her name should be dear?" He asked his exhausted wife. She took a quick glance around the room and saw a pink flower on the table beside her, it's petals were flawless and it's color matched that of her little girl.
"Rose."
Author's Note- Okay I hope to have the chapters longer than this one but it gives a decent over-view of the background to the story. I would like honest reviews and constructive criticism, which means that please don't review with something saying that you just plain hate the story, give me reasons so I can try to improve upon it in later chapters. And just incase you were unsure of this story's main character, it is Rose Weasley, daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasley.