Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and can no way in my dreams replace Rowling. I am merely using her world to let out some ideas.
Oh, and this fic has nothing to do with my other fic.
Prologue: A Prophecy
On an old piece of parchment, bound into a book, was a prophecy. The handwriting indicating that it was written hastily.
The rough translation goes like this:
A heir of Slytherin will suffer
And the world will pay the price
Evil will rise again
Grow strong
Reap death
Spread pain
Be stalled by Lightening
And checked by the Phoenix
The heir of Gryffindor will suffer
And strive to bring peace
The light of hope will grow
Bring determination
Prevail through the dark
Endure the torture
Suffer through
And never truly win
A heir of Slytherin will suffer
And the world will pay the price
Evil will rise again
Grow strong
Reap death
Spread pain
Be stalled by Lightening
And checked by the Phoenix
The heir of Gryffindor will suffer
And strive to bring peace
Then the Griffin will Lightning,
And Destiny will follow
Changing what is
Changing what was
Changing what will be
Changing what can be
Changing what shall be
In a secret room at Hogwarts an old man stood over the ancient book, staring at the page. The man, whose hair and beard were completely white, sighed and stood up. "I don't suppose you know what that means?" He asked, his eyes on a brilliantly colored phoenix.
The phoenix only trilled in response. He sighed and closed the book, putting it back in it's place among the many other ancient books on the shelf. He walked away, through the lowly lit room. He walked down the winding path to a door, and through it. He paused long enough to utter a phrase in Latin, then made his way to the Great Hall. The students would arrive soon, among them Harry Potter, for his first year.
Hey people who are starting this fic:
Warning! It's really long -and not done yet.
But, it's well written.
And good, if you care about Harry, Voldemort, or time travel.