This is so weird a story. Anyways, summary is this time Trelawney makes a different prophecy. The whole immeasurable power thing will be revealed as the story goes. And yes, Harry will be powerful because of these powers, nothing wrong with that as I like it that way. No revealing of the plot though so I'm not telling as to the whole power thing.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy and all characters in it are not mine. This is so tedious.

THE DARK CHRONICLES

Chapter One: Child of Darkness, Child of Light

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

Sirius Black watched his best friend's expression grow ghostly pale as he listened to his wife screaming. It had been over twelve hours and Lily had not come out of labor yet. James was a nervous wreck and Sirius didn't know whether to laugh at him or try to do something to comfort him. He finally decided on the latter, giving James what he hoped was an encouraging pat. James just gave him a wild-eyed stare.

Remus came in and cast a glance at James. He raised a brow at Sirius who shrugged.

"Miranda Eveleigh and Alice Longbottom are still in labor, too," Lupin reported. "Dumbledore's with the Longbottoms right now. He'll be here shortly."

The three of them turned to the closed door behind where Lily was. The noise had stopped and it was eerily silent. The door opened and the medi-witch who had assisted with Lily's pregnancy came out beaming. In her hands was a small, red baby wrapped in white blankets and whimpering.

"Congratulations, sir," she whispered. "You have a son."

For a moment, James was shocked speechless then he let out a whoop of delight as he rushed to the boy – his son. The very son who, if the prophecy was right, could most probably be the one to contain a power great enough to save them from Voldemort. He gingerly took the boy from the medi-witch and with a huge smile, entered the room where Lily was resting.

Remus and Sirius followed, both grinning at each other.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Dumbledore and Molly Weasley looked up as James entered, flanked by Remus and Sirius who were taking turns cooing at the baby James was holding proudly in his arms.

"Headmaster, I'd like you to meet Harry James Potter, the newest addition to our family," James declared in a voice full of pride.

"Yeah, little bugger looks a lot like you, Prongs," Sirius observed balefully. "He'll most likely be the downfall of the wizarding world rather than it's savior."

"Sirius Black!" Molly gasped, scandalized.

"It's quite alright, Molly," Dumbledore smiled as he approached little Harry James. "He has Lily's eyes, doesn't he?"

James nodded, his own hazel ones sparkling. "How is Lily?" the Headmaster asked, concern in his voice.

"She's fine, sir. She's asleep right now. It took a lot out of her."

The Headmaster nodded. "As expected. Well, it looks like she gave birth first. Miranda and Alice are still in labor."

"Sir… does this mean that Harry is, well, the prophecy child?" James inquired eagerly.

Dumbledore looked at him and sighed. "Oh no, Mr. Potter. Just because Harry was born first does not necessarily mean that he is the prophecy child. We will have to see which one among the three born today is the real prophecy child."

James smirked. "There's no need to see, sir. Obviously, it will be Harry."

Sirius nodded vigorously with his best friend as Remus sighed. Dumbledore frowned. "I suggest you not get too confident. There is a rather large – "

But Dumbledore was cut off by a loud wail. Harry was bawling but it was no ordinary cry. It seemed as if the babe was in great pain. Molly Weasley was the first one to regain her senses.

"I'll get the medi-witch," she said sharply as she exited the room.

No sooner had she left before Harry's crying went a notch up and strange things began to happen. The lights kept flicking on and off. The windows were banging together and the furniture shuddered and suddenly started levitating.

Remus, Sirius and James' eyes went suddenly wide while Dumbledore's narrowed. The Headmaster knew the other three could feel it. The dense, dark air of evil that had suddenly coated the room. Dumbledore's heart constricted painfully. No. This could not be happening. This night was supposed to be a celebration of the birth of the person who would defeat Voldemort. He had never felt magic this dark before. Not even Voldemort possessed it. He hesitated. This couldn't be what the prophecy meant could it?

"Headmaster, what's happening?" Sirius cried out as a wind picked up in the room, blowing everything haphazardly.

Remus and James though were staring at Harry, their mouths slightly open. Dumbledore turned to look and saw that the baby's bright green eyes had turned into a deep, dark black. It was obvious where the chaos was emanating from. Fear pulsed from all the people in the room.

James felt despair interlaced with the fear. This creature could not – was not – his son! He shut his eyes as he wished he could just drop it on the floor.

"Ut vos erant'", Dumbledore intoned with a swish of his wand.

Nothing happened. Frowning, he said another incantation. "Reverto ut Northmanni."

Still nothing.

Panic began to rise in the room as Sirius, James and Remus saw that not even the headmaster could stop it.

"It's Harry! It's all coming from Harry!" Remus roared. "Stop him! Headmaster, do something!"

Dumbledore's face paled for a moment. He did not want to do this spell. Not here and not now and, gods, not to a defenseless baby. But he shuddered to think of what might happen if he didn't. The Headmaster braced himself until –

The darkness vanished.

Just like that. Now, in astonishment, the four men in the room looked around. Harry had fallen silent and a calm, white light illuminated the room. The wind stopped and the levitating objects gently returned to their original positions. The utter destruction that had befallen the room moments ago disappeared without a trace. Dumbledore and James exchanged shaken looks.

What was going on?

"Headmaster?" the shaky voice was Molly Weasley's.

She stood near the open door, holding a white bundle in her arms. Beside her were a medi-witch and Severus Snape, all three of them looking absolutely shocked.

"H-headmaster…" Molly stuttered.

Even Snape took a moment before he could regain his voice. "I-it stopped. Everything," the usually unflappable potions master gestured weakly around in shock. "All the flying objects and banging windows stopped when we brought him in here."

Dumbledore sharply inhaled a breath of air. With quick strides he made his way to Molly who was still holding the baby.

"His name's Francis Eveleigh, Professor," Molly whispered as the young babe opened his blue eyes and gurgled at them.

The sound mingled with the sweet serenity that had suddenly engulfed the entire room.

Dumbledore smiled, the twinkle returning to his eyes. Surely… this had to be the prophecy child.

Meanwhile, Harry lay forgotten in his father's arms. No one noticed the white glow that had emanated from him – like the dark one – begin to subside. Everyone was crowding around Francis. The proclaimed prophecy child.

A week later…

"So you mean Francis Eveleigh is the prophecy child?" James questioned quietly. "And not…" Harry. He left his son's name unspoken.

Dumbledore looked worriedly at James and Lily's crushed expressions. They had held out so much hope that their son would be the one to be born with the power and would save the Wizarding World. It hurt Albus to see their pride trodden on. 'But', Albus thought. 'I did warn them… not to expect too much.'

"Yes I am certain Francis is the prophecy child. After all, you saw what happened to Harry that night. Why if it hadn't been for Francis…" Dumbledore didn't need to finish his sentence. James' dark countenance was enough.

His heart went out to the Potters. They had wanted a savior… a normal boy in the very least. But what they got was… A freak! Lily had sobbed when James had told her what happened the night Harry was born. Dumbledore sighed.

"How are you feeling, Lily?"

Lily gave a wan smile. "Much better, headmaster. I've rested enough now."

Dumbledore nodded. "And how is… Harry?"

He saw James and Lily exchange a look. "He won't stop crying," James said softly. "And every time he cries the same thing happens. Everything in the room starts going haywire. The furniture flies around and slams itself into walls and the air is so thick and dank it feels like it's choking you…"

Lily let out a dry sob. "Headmaster, please! What can we do? There has to be something we can do to make this all stop! I can't take it anymore!"

Albus kept silent. He had been thinking about the whole situation with Harry, too. "Lily, James, listen to me. I have a friend who I believe can help with Harry's… strange behavior. He has never worked with a baby before but he is willing to try it when Harry turns two years old."

Lily and James listened with bated breaths as Dumbledore continued, "You have to allow him to do what he feels right to the boy, though."

"We don't really have a choice," Lily said softly. She looked up. "We'll do it."

And with that decision, Harry's parents sealed his fate.

Two years later

Lily and James stared at the man standing in front of them. Dumbledore's friend was a tall, thin, stern-looking man with glinting coal-black eyes. A wave of coldness seemed to emanate from him, but then again, that could have just been James' or Lily's imagination. The man eyed the child that held on tight to Lily's hand, fear mingled with curiosity in his bright green eyes.

"This is him?" the man asked in a clipped voice.

"Yes."

"Very well. I will be taking him. You may return in three hours."

Lily bent down to look at a suddenly scared-looking Harry in the eye. "Harry, I want you to do what this man says, all right? No matter what it may be, you are to follow him. Do I make myself clear?" she asked in a stern tone.

Harry nodded, bobbing his chubby head up and down.

"Very well," Lily allowed the man to take one of Harry's hands and roughly pull the boy into the cold, dungeon room.

James and Lily remained as the door slammed shut.

"Dyou think we're doing the right thing, Lils?" James murmured.

Lily wavered slightly before answering. "Yes. Besides, now that Harry's gone even for a few hours… I feel somewhat lighter."

James nodded with his wife and they both left the place. If they had stayed ten minutes longer, they would have heard Harry's tortured screams echoing throughout the otherwise empty corridor.

But they didn't.

TBC

Note: In case you couldn't understand my writing, both the dark glow and bright glow came from Harry. It was just a coincidence that Francis came in when the bright glow emanated. So sorry dears. Needed it for the plot.

Oh, and this is my first fic. EVER. Be nice, please…

I know I'm not exactly Shakespeare when it comes to this kind of thing.