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If you'd read the /Half Blood Prince don't think about that book while reading this.

THE INTENDED ONE

List of Kings:

Master Archer: Arol Kearne

Master Swordsman: Mikael Riff

Fighter: Clauhs Harn

The Element Master: Saehdriel Tin

The Seer: Serge King

The Artist: Keagan Hacket

The Caretaker: Cynder Clyde

The Computer Master: Garu Noise

Peacemaker: Albien Thorn

The Intended one: The Kings child or the Devil's bride

The Youngest Harn

When I was seven years old, my real parents were killed in front of me. They hid me in a trap door inside the fireplace in their room, but while they hid me they were left expose. Before I was shoved into the trap door my father put a ring in my hand and told me to keep it with me until I met the tenth king. I didn't understand then, but that was soon corrected.

My brothers found me and carried me into a car, I never understood how they knew what happened since they all lived out of the house with their kids and wives, but it never felt right to ask.

We drove for hours not saying a word to each other until we got to the airport and took a flight to London. I kept looking out of every window trying to understand everything. We finally stopped after driving in a limo for a while after the flight in front of a big estate. It looked like a big castle covered in vines like the ones in the books mama read to me before papa tucked me in each night. It was beautiful.

As my brothers all got out of the car my brother, the oldest, Sergue took me by the hand and led me in to the main entrance. The inside was even more beautiful. The floors were different shades of brown and cream-colored marble in different designs, in front of me was a big stare case with double doors at the top. To my left was the entrance to a parlor with wall-to-wall glass

I stopped looking around as I saw an old woman at the top of the staircase trying to catch my attention.

"You must be Sindrea" I nodded. She smiled. She turned to my brothers. "Do you all plan to stay?"

"We plan to avenge our father" Mumbled my brother, the third oldest, Cynder. "A war is starting. We just want to keep her safe, she's got everything she needs in her bags out in the car."

The old woman nodded slowly. "She can stay here as long as she wishes."

After that my brothers all hugged me in turn and left to avenge my parents and fight their own battles. I was left in a big house, with an old woman to keep me company and her three other grandchildren whose parents were killed as well. The old woman was named Naih but I called her NaNaih and she never corrected it, she just smiled every time she heard it.

She understood me more than anyone ever could and sensing my dismay in living with others she gave me the choice of staying in the main house or staying in the smaller house by the lake. I accepted and never took it as insult; she did it because she wanted me to have time not because she didn't want me there.

A long time after my stay I heard about the death of my brothers, they all died one right after the other, and Sergue was the last to remain. Although I mourned the death of my parents and my brothers each day I grew to love the people I stayed with as my own family. After each death I was sent three amulets that seemed to form one big pendant with a big chunk missing and each of them came with a piece of paper saying the same thing my father did before he gave me his ring.

After my youngest brother' Garu's funeral, it was clear to me what was happening, why every one was being killed off. It was because of what was given to me in the end. They were protecting the ring and amulets with their lives, to keep them safe. I vowed that day to keep them safe until I found their owner. I would become stronger and more powerful, and never let myself be taken before I gave them the things my family died protecting.

I became so dangerous and powerful that Sergue and my sister Ki would jokingly say how even the devil wouldn't let me die because he was afraid I'd take over an d how the only way he'd let me in was if I married him. I always found the concept amusing, and later on they weren't the only ones to think that.

I became an assassin in a league called the Black Star, the only guild for my kind where killing was seen as a respectable profession. My name when I began was The Last Harn because of my father's last name, but as I progressed I became another person with another name.

On NaNaih's request I went to a wizarding school, but I told her on my terms, no one could know my real name or my real family. I would find a couple that would suit me and use their last name to projects myself as their daughter.

As I attended the school I was able to make friends, get top scores and keep my life hidden. In the winter breaks I would do my guild duties in the summer I would stay with NaNaih and visited my families graves every day. The people in the wizarding world and their insults and remarks about my heritage were driving me slowly insane. It was like salt on a wound.

I was not a wizard yet I was not the thing they accused me to be. I was more powerful than they could imagine but I couldn't tell them that.

My Father and mother were Clauhs and Deirdre Harn. My brothers although always used their middle names as their last were Garu Noise, Cynder Clyde, Keagan Hacket and Segue King.

My name is Sindrea Shae Harn.

But I'm better known now as the Devil's Bride.

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When the world stood on shaky ground

After the death of the kings of the past

There stood nine kings who united their worlds together

In the pursuit of happiness, peace

And as a way to defeat the destruction that their fathers and grandfathers foresaw

They knew they could not succeed completely but they knew

That they would be the first to begin the journey

But the ones to finish it would be the ones who followed in their bloodline

The unexpected ones

The ones with the most death in their memories

On their hands

But yet the most protected

If both together they could save the world

If taken apart…

Death and destruction followed

Life lay in their hands

Although life has shown them only subtly

What they are

And their potential

Dumbledore sat at his desk while the others in the Order of the Phoenix sat around his office. Harry and Ron sat front and center while Hermoine sat nervously to the side in a high backed chair.

"Alright" He began. " I found something that might be of interest to all of you." All of the members looked up except Hermoine, she knew what he found and he knew she didn't like what he would imply with it.

"There was once a race of beings that were so powerful they were said by ancient wizard to hold the worlds fate in there hands. Although some believe that the last of the beings have died I believe that Ms. Granger" He saw how she even cringed at her name at that moment, still he continued. "Has found a document in the library by mistake while looking for a solution to Voldemort.

And I believe that these people could be our solution to Voldemort. There were nine kings who ruled there lands and they left a prophecy that one day there would be a tenth king and that this king would be the one to save the world from destruction. If she is that powerful, maybe she will be able to defeat Voldemort."

"So let's find this king and get him to help us" Ron said. Harry was silently calculating something as the rest of the members thought about Ron's words.

"Actually Mr. Weasly, we don't know which one is the intended tenth king you see." Dumbledore said." Although we have the list of the possible 11 kings we don't know which one is the most powerful"

"Well let's track them down then" Harry finally spoke up. "And tell them what we need and if they don't help we'll find a way to make them" Some people in the room started to nod their heads in agreement.

"This is madness" Hermoine shouted. "We don't know if this king is supposed to be saving the world from some other bigger threats or if they want to be found before the day come when they have to save the world and all you guys can think about is which one to pick so we can dump our problems on them"

"Why shouldn't we?" Ron said standing up. "He's supposed to be the world's savior, so why don't we just give him something to practice with before the day comes when he has to save the world from the really big thing."

Hermoine stared at all of the people in the room and stopped at Dumbledore and glared at him. "Of all the people in this room besides me, you let this be his escape goat." Dumbledore didn't answer and she became even angrier. "Fine then you do this without me and." She took some ripped papers out of her pocket. "Without the information on them."

"What are you saying Ms. Granger?" Mcgonagol asked her as the young girl got out from her chair and headed for the door.

"I mean that if you intend to use people you all don't even know I'm not going to help you." She said and grabbed the handle of the door and opened it but as a last thought she said to Dumbledore. "Professor if you go after them don't expect me to sit and watch you as you let them harass these people, you'll understand why I keep my personal life when I was in school and now so hidden." She turned. "And your not going to like it"

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Dear Intended One:

I can't be in this place anymore; they did the most unforgivable thing to me. I was in the library and I found a section about our people, before I could yank it out Dumbledore found me, he told every one in the Order about us. They plan on tracking you down and using you to defeat Voldemort. Although they don't know which king is which this could be a problem. They might end up showing us to our enemies; we could become exposed to the public. People they suspect could be us might become endangered.

I took the information and burned what Dumbledore didn't take from me. They're lucky my license doesn't expose them to my knife collection except through open challenge. I can stand many things but using someone the way they want to, especially one of my own, that's were I draw the line. I've given you the warning now give everyone else the signal. Tell the Seer I will see him in London soon.

With Love and Heavy duty

The Devil's Bride

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Draco Malfoy lay on the roof of the Malfoy Manor's north tower looking up at the stars. Although most people he crossed paths with would say he was a cruel cold hearted young man, and he would agree, but they also said he was a murderer and a death eater like his father, that's where he disagreed.

He hated his father for the things he did to others and how manipulated him into being the 'Perfect Son'. When he was at Hogwarts he felt dislike for the Golden Trio and most of the school, but he never truly disliked anyone just because of their blood, that was just a poor excuse to hate others in his opinion. He never needed a poor excuse like that, most people got in his way and that was enough for him to get angry at. He hated how he spat those crude and insulting words to others when he didn't mean them just to please his father. The Bastard.

After School he landed a job as a CEO at some company and planned to leave the Manor, when he almost did Lucius threatened to kill his mother. He stayed for her and only for her. Although Lucius didn't kill her that instant, he killed her slowly by abusing of her and keeping her in the house away from the medical attention she needed and keeping her bruise4s for Draco to find out only when it was too late.

The night his mother had died, with her last breath she told her son that he needed to know a great truth that only his grandmother could tell him and that she loved him. With that said and her last breath departing he decided to bury her while his father was away on business.

He was going to leave that night, he was free now from his father's threat, but before he left he just wanted to look at the stars one last time.

"I guess I'll go down and call the night bus then" He mumbled to himself. His grandmother always liked him coming to her house the muggle way and through at least three different transportation services. She would always check for three tickets concerning his arrival to her.

He smiled to himself as he pointed his wand at the night sky and waited for the night bus with his belonging by his feet. His grandmother was a kooky one , but always a great kind woman, who always wanted to set him up with the girl who lived with her.

The girl lived there because her parents were great friends of his grandmother and when her parents and brothers were killed she had no place to go. She was his age and went to a wizard school as well. He always visited his grandmother since he was a child but he had never met her because she was always there in summer while he always visited in winter.

It was summer now and he was 26, and he would finally meet the mystery woman that slept in the cottage he always stayed in while at the house.

'Here goes nothing I suppose'

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