Hey guys, so this is my first chapter of my first story! I am of course open constructive criticism in the comments section. Hopefully I will be able to post every Monday and Friday, but if life happens, so it might turn out to be every Monday *or* Friday. Please enjoy and don't forget to leave a review!

Prologue: the beginning of the prophesied

"She will become the greatest witch of her age, destined to overthrow future enemies, and harness the power and abilities of her parents. Were she goes, she will draw envy, strength, hatred and allies. She shall have the control of those around her with a single word. Only a force greater than life will control her."

Many kids are born under such special circumstances such as a prophecy. In fact I can only name two: Harry Potter and Piper Greenswood. By any accountant, Potter did not have an exactly nurturing childhood (unless you count living with abusive relatives until you're eleven years old and following that; almost being murdered every year as "nurturing"). The other child is Piper Greenswood. Me.

Professor Sybill Trelawney—who was wearing her usual 'outfit' of a robe and so many shawls that she looked more like a snowman than a human— was chained against the wall. Despite being poorly lit, Trelawney could tell that it was a wine cellar, but who's she did not know. She also knew that her hands were almost completely severed from her arms, bleeding profusely, her leg was burning to high hell and she felt sick. Not very encouraging.

Across the cellar, several (maybe two- four, it was hard to see through the lack of light) people were talking in low voices. Trelawney strained her ears, but picked up nothing other than the occasional "my Lord".

Though she didn't know were she was, Sybill Trelawney knew exactly why. For months now, Death Eaters have threatened and badgered her to join the Dark Lord on his quest to vanquish Harry Potter. The Dark Lord knew something very few knew; despite first impressions, Trelawney was a seer and could greatly benefit them. But each time, the stubborn professor refused to tell Voldemort where Potter was. Voldemort was getting desperate. Finally, they stopped blackmailing, threatening, and tracking her and decided to kidnap her.

Scared out of her wits, Trelawney started painfully banging against the wall. The group across the room turned as one and faced the prisoner. They walked over, with a tall bald, cold and intimidating man leading. On each side of him, a Death Eater, one woman and one man.

"Tut, tut. I thought I wanted you not to move, after all your are my prisoner," drawled the male Death Eater. He had long bleach-white hair and extremely pale skin. If she had known better, Trelawney would have thought he was a ghost.

"Now Lucius, don't forget that while she may be residing in your cellar, you are also a prisoner. And, do I need to remind you that at the moment, she is higher valued than you?" came a snake-like, condescending voice. Lord Voldemort's. "However, that being said, Lucius is correct, you will need to be punished for stepping out of line after I ordered you not too," he continued adding extra emphasis 'I' as to show who is actually in charge of orders.

"Crucio." Professor Trelawney let out a loud scream and broke into spasms.

The woman on his right spoke for the first time, "Listen, you filthy little mud blood, While I would prefer to just torture the information out of you, we need you to be in more or less a mentally stable condition. But I'm not saying that we won't get some…practice in," she said simply as she twirled her curved wand between her fingers. Before she spoke, Trelawney had not recognized the woman but hearing her voice made her remake that that woman was Bellatrix Lestrange; one of Voldemort's most loyal followers, and a deranged madwoman hardened by 13 years in the dementor- patrolled Azkaban. Knowing this, sent a shiver of dread down the professors back.

Pointing his wand at her, Lord Voldemort muttered a faint 'Imperio'. In an instant, Sybill's face went from housing worry-induced wrinkles to begin completely blank. She looked emotionless. Like someone who had no control of her actions.

Professor Trelawney's entire body tensed up as if it was a dog and had just sensed danger. She began to almost chant. Startled, Bellatrix flicked her wrist and retrieved her wand, asking "What the bloody hell is happening?!"

"Calm down, Bellatrix, this is exactly what I want."

"She will become the greatest witch of her age, destined to overthrow future enemies, and harness the power and abilities of her parents. Were she goes, she will draw envy, strength, hatred and allies. She shall have the control of those around her with a single word. Only a force greater than life will control her. To harness and create this power, she must be born to another prophecied one, with the mother willing to curse her own kind."