Chapter Eight The Prophetic Child

I was more comfortable once we arrived at headquarters for the order.

"Daddy's back" Mrs. Weasley said happily. I heard faintly I took a deep breath to be ready when we came in. I could hear presents being handed out and I smiled at the cheery way Mrs. Weasley always tried to keep up the perfect holiday spirit.

"Big box for Ron" I heard Mr. Weasley say.

"Big box for you" Mrs. Weasley repeated.

I felt Ron feel embarrassment. He must have got another homemade gift. I smiled at his reaction.

"Just what he wanted actually" Mrs. Weasley said.

"Yeah. Right. Thanks, Mum." Ron replied sheepishly.

"Come on, then, everybody. Let's clear this away" Mrs. Weasley said as Harry and I came through the doorway. Harry took my hand and I looked down at it then back at him in surprise. He looked at me and smiled. He must have thought that I was uncomfortable because he let go of my hand. I smiled slightly as I reached over and took his hand. This time he was surprised. He continued to stare into the room smiling weakly as I leaned over at him and kissed his cheek. He turned to me in surprise more like shock really. I smiled warmly and he smiled at me back. We walked down the small stairs into the room.

"Oh, Harry, Harry! Oh and Nicole! So nice to see you again" Mrs. Weasley said in excitement. She made her way around Mr. Weasley and grabbed two presents as she walked closer to us. "There you are" she said handing each of us a gift. "Happy Christmas" she said warmly as she gave us each a hug.

"Thank you" Harry and I each said.

"Lovely to have you with us" Mrs. Weasley said to us.

"Thank you" we said again. Mrs. Weasley made her way back to Mr. Weasley.

"Now, Daddy. Pass that to Daddy" Mrs. Weasley said.

"Thank you" Mr. Weasley said.

I hadn't looked at Mr. Weasley head on afraid of what I might feel but I had to try. That's what Cedric would want for one thing…

I looked at Mr. Weasley and became angry. Not angry because I wanted to kill him. No, that was not even something that was close to angering me right now. It was remembering the vision. The thing was, I wasn't even angry with Harry how could I be for this? I mean I didn't have any reason to really believe that Harry in face was the snake. I mean, how could he have been? How could he have gone from a wizard to a snake and appear miles and miles away then be back in his bed at the exact moment the vision ended?

"Has everybody got?" Mrs. Weasley said. "Fred? George?"

Harry and I looked back at the doorway at the same time to see Sirrius standing there. He simply smiled at us. I couldn't help but smile back. I always felt like I could relate to Sirrius and so it was always nice to have him somewhere close by.

"A Christmas toast. To Mr. Harry Potter…" Mr. Weasley said. Mrs. Weasley was standing next to us after giving us our drinks. She made her way back over to Mr. Weasley as he continued "…without whom I would not be here". "Harry" Mr. Weasley said as he raised his glass.

"Harry" everyone said in unison.

"Harry" another voice said Harry and I turned to see Sirrius holding up his glass and standing next to us. When we looked Sirrius winked at us and took a drink.

"I can't understand why you don't want to wear it, Ronald" Hermonie said as she and Ron walked down the stairs.

"I look like a bloody idiot, that's why" Ron replied in disgust. I was trying not to laugh at their argument over Ron's new sweater his mom had made. Harry and I were half way down the stairs when Harry looked to his right as he continued down.

"No more than usual, Ron" Hermonie said.

"I don't know why…" Ron said faintly as Harry turned to his right away from Hermonie and Ron. I looked at him in confusion and followed him. He walked to the outside of the room he must have been looking at when he was coming down the stairs. Harry walked in and I came to the doorway and saw what was so interesting. I followed Harry in staring at the walls.

"Nasty brat, standing there as bold as brass." A deep but small and familiar voice said. Harry and I looked down to see Kreacher. "Harry Potter, the boy who stopped the Dark Lord. Friend of Mudbloods and blood-traitors alike. If my poor mistress only knew…" Kreacher continued while I fought the urge not to swipe my hand down and grab him by his throat to choke the pathetic life from him.

"Kreacher!" a voice exclaimed loudly. Harry and I looked ahead out of the room to see Sirrius standing on the stairs. "That's enough of your bile. Away with you!" Sirrius yelled.

Kreacher stepped out of the room slowly. "Of course, master. Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black." Kreacher said as he walked away. Harry took a deep breath from frustration.

"Sorry about that" Sirrius said kindly; now at the doorway. "He never was very pleasant, even when I was a boy. Not to me anyway" Sirrius explained. Harry turned back to the wall and I followed his gaze.

"What, you grew up here?" Harry asked curiously.

"This is my parents' house" Sirrius replied. "I offered it to Dumbledore as headquarters for the Order. About the only useful thing I have been able to do." Sirrius said softly. Harry and I looked down in sadness at Sirrius's words. "This is the Black family tree" Sirrius said as he came in looking at the wall. Many faces were patched into the wall and connected by branches to different ones. Harry and my eyes fell upon one female's face. "My deranged cousin" Sirrius said. "I hated the lot of them. My parents with their pure-blood mania" Sirrius explained as he walked around Harry and I. He reached up above our heads not to far up and pointed to one spot that had been what looked like burned off. It had Sirrius's name under it… "My mother did that after I ran away," Sirrius explained. He dropped his arm and said "charming woman. I was 16"

"Where did you go?" Harry asked.

Sirrius looked at Harry. "Round your dad's" he replied. Harry nodded but remained silent. "I was always welcome at the Potters'. I see him so much in you, Harry. You are so very much alike." Sirrius said intensely.

"I'm not so sure" Harry said weakly. "Sirrius, when I was…" Harry stopped nervously and took a breath. "When I saw Mr. Weasley attacked, I wasn't just watching. I was the snake," Harry said. Sirrius looked concerned but only for Harry not for anything Harry thought he might do. "And afterwards, in Dumbledore's office…there was a moment when I wanted to—" Harry couldn't finish; he breathed heavily for a few seconds.

"Sirrius, he's right. I-I'm not sure about the snake I mean how could Harry get to Mr. Weasley then back to his bed within 2 seconds? But in Dumbledore's office…I felt cold…I don't get cold. It also felt like I didn't have any control. Not that I felt like I lost it but that there was no reason to have it and so it was gone." I said

"This…connection between me and Voldemort…What if the reason for it is that I am becoming more like him? I just feel so angry all the time," Harry said nervously. "And what if, after everything I've been through…something's gone wrong inside of me? What if I'm becoming bad?" Harry asked nervously.

Sirrius walked to Harry and held Harry's shoulders, as he looked him in the eyes. "I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person who bad things have happened to. You understand?" Sirrius asked seriously. Harry nodded. "Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are" Sirrius finished. Harry smiled lightly at Sirrius.

Soon there was a knock on the doorframe. We turned to see Hermonie "Harry, time to go" she said. Harry, Sirrius and I walked towards the door. Sirrius had his hand on Harry's back as he said, "When all this is over, we'll be a proper family". Sirrius then turned to me, "all of us". I smiled at the thought of being part of Sirrius and Harry's family. A real family…something I never had before. "You'll see" Sirrius finished as he looked at Harry. "Come on." He said quietly as he pulled Harry into a hug.

Harry walked out and followed Hermonie. Sirrius and I stept out as Sirrius turned around looked back into the room for a second then reached for the doorknob and closed the door. Sirrius waited for me to follow, when I didn't he turned to look at me. "Nicole? What's the matter?" Sirrius asked in concern.

I looked at the ground. "Sirrius…did-did Harry ever tell you about me? My past? Where I come from I mean?" I asked nervously.

"No; actually he didn't. Why?" Sirrius asked

I looked around. "Is there somewhere else we can talk? More private?"

"Of course but, don't you need to be heading out with Harry?" Sirrius asked.

"Oh I will go tell him that I need to talk with you…if-that's alright with you" I replied.

"Of course. Whatever you need I will be here for you" Sirrius said. I smiled as I walked ahead of him to find Harry. Luckily Harry was already coming back to find me.

"Hey are you ready?" Harry asked. I looked back to Sirrius standing on the stairs.

"Harry I need to talk to Sirrius so you go on ahead" I said.

"Is everything all right?" Harry asked worried.

"Yeah, don't worry about anything I am fine" I smiled.

"Well I can wait. I don't mind really" Harry offered.

"No, Harry you don't have to, you go on ahead. I won't be long" I replied.

Harry still looked concerned. "Ok. I will see you when you get back" Harry said.

"Ok" I replied. Harry came closer and pulled me into a hug. I smiled as I hugged him back tightly. I could sense Sirrius smiling at us. Harry let go and began to walk off. I turned around towards Sirrius and walked to the stairs.

"So, what is it that you need to talk about?" Sirrius asked as he began to sit on one of the stairs.

"Actually is there somewhere else we could talk?" I asked as Sirrius stopped in the middle of sitting down. "More private I mean?"

Sirrius looked at me with more concern "Um. Sure ok just um-follow me" Sirrius said as he stood back up and began to walk up the stairs. I sighed as I followed him up.

Sirrius stopped in front of one of the doors in the hallway. Sirrius began to open the door for me when Kreacher appeared.

"Master? Your guests are ready to leave and wish to bid you farewell" Kreacher said trying to say it all politely.

"Alright Kreacher" Sirrius replied. Sirrius turned to me. "Just wait in here for me and I will be back in a few" Sirrius said.

"Ok" I replied.

Sirrius moved swiftly past Kreacher and headed back down the stairs to say goodbye to the Weasleys'.

"Another young brat in my poor mistress's house. Oh the shame" Kreacher said to me.

I glared at Kreacher letting my power and hate show in my eyes. If I couldn't hurt Kreacher, I could live with scaring the crap out of him.

Kreacher's eyes went wide and his ears twitched upwards. "By my mistress! It can't be true!" Kreacher exclaimed. I felt my eyes return to normal in confusion. "The Dark Lord's own flesh and blood in the house of Black!" Kreacher exclaimed in shock. I hissed as I flew to Kreacher in incredible speed. Kreacher stumbled back a few steps. I reached over and grabbed Kreacher's wrist to keep him from leaving.

"How?" I hissed. "How do you know?"

"Such boldness this one. Shouldn't be surprised just like her father would be-"Kreacher began but I cut him off as I growled and grabbed him by his throat as I stood up and pinned him to the wall.

"Answer me!" I commanded.

Kreacher pulled on my hand trying to free some of his neck to speak. "Such eyes have been described in the prophecy. Eyes like that have only been seen as the Dark Lord's. Only the purest evil would hold such eyes" Kreacher said. I stared at him in surprise.

"Then why haven't any of the others said anything?" I inquired.

Kreacher seemed to laugh mocking me. I pressed into his throat harder. He grunted in frustration.

"Ok" he said weakly.

I lightened my hold so he could speak clearly again.

"Only those with such sense of the darkness could tell. If you had met only Death Eaters you wouldn't know that others couldn't see the truth of you" Kreacher said. I stared silently.

He chuckled lightly. "If they had that sense; they would know"

I curled my lip over my teeth as I growled lowly. Kreacher's smiled faded from his face. I growled again but louder in frustration as I released Kreacher letting him fall to the ground. I fell to the ground to.

"Go." I said in a low voice.

Kreacher began to get up. "Imagine if my master knew." Kreacher said in a dark humorous voice.

I turned my head to Kreacher and once again the smirk faded.

"He will. I am telling him. Tonight" I replied harshly

Kreacher looked at me in surprise.

"Bold as brass like the other one" Kreacher said as he turned and walked back down the stairs.

I stood up as I entered the room. I turned on the light and was surprised at what the room was. It was a small library. It was similar to the Hogwarts one. It had a slim table at the bottom of the bookcases and stools sitting in front. I walked around the room it was small and quite cozy. I looked at the collection of books the Blacks' had stored over the years. I returned to the front and sat down at the table. I sat there waiting for Sirrius when I looked in front of me and saw a book I would have begun reading if I knew it was there when I came in. I carefully reached ahead and pulled out the book it was a decent size. I sat it in front of me and continued to stare in shock at the title.

Finally I opened the book.

The Prophetic child of the Dark Lord.

- What is the child?

-What power will it hold?

-What is the destiny of it and its role in the wizarding world?

These plus many more are answered in this book.

I felt like a kid in a candy store everything I want in front of me!

What was I? What does it say in that sense?

What is the child?

The Dark Lord's child is said to be the most powerful being ever to walk the earth. It will harness such power that it would be an equal match to the Dark Lord himself and would have the potential of being even more powerful then he.

I would be more powerful then Voldemort? Imagine the revenge I could enact onto him! I had to learn everything I could about Voldemort and his weaknesses. I had to learn every spell out there! I laughed to myself; I love a challenge.

The Child's aging.

The child will have the closest ability to immortality when it comes to aging. The child will age much slower than any other wizard or witch.

My aging is different? I was caught off guard by this one. Well, how old was I now? I knew I was 16 but…now-how old was I really? I glanced at the bottom of the page and it read:

On the other side of this page will tell how old the child really is or when it will be born

I took a deep breath as I turned the page

Current age of the Dark Lord's child: 23 years old.

My eyes went wide as I covered my mouth in shock. Twenty three?! I was now Twenty-three years old? I breathed deeply trying to calm myself so I could continue to read.

The Child's personality

The Child will have the most raging, violent and bloodthirsty personality there ever was. It will bring death and chaos to wherever it is. It will be the most innocent and seductive thing to walk this earth at the same time. It would be able to sway anyone to do anything without the need of the imperious curse.

My fears were confirmed. I would be the most monstrous thing ever. But if that was so true…then why have I been able to fight it?

The Child's future

The Child's future can't all be certain. For unknown reasons parts of the Child's future is constantly changing while others remain the same. The parts aren't changing just by choice they are changing by what seems like…hope and…love.

The prophecy of the Child's certain personality

The Child will for certain become the most seductive and tempting creature there ever was. It will be the next closest thing to a siren and succubus. Once it develops a desire, it will stop at nothing until it is fulfilled. It will possess the most power and the most varied power in all of creation.

The Identifying characteristics of The Child

The Child will be born with the Dark Mark scared into their skin. For unknown reasons the prophecy is constantly changing when it comes to this characteristic. It says there will be this scar but not when. The certain part of this scar is that when The Child is experiencing its power the scar will turn black like the tattoos that the Death Eaters have. It will still remain a scar but it will turn black with the darkest power ever to be seen.

The unknown of the Child

The Child is unknown in the parts of its motive in life. It will always have the chaotic soul but it is not seen how often and when it will act on it. It will have the most power ever but it is not seen where and when it will use it.

Why the unknown?

The unknown parts of the Child cannot be explained. The upbringing is not clear so how that is done could be a possibility. The treatment of the Child could be another possibility. Whatever the case this child will be the most feared and the most worshiped creature ever born. It will be the most cherished and the most hated. This Child will be the destiny of chaos and peace on earth. It' will decide the fate of all creation…

I sat at the table in silence for a minute or so thinking of what I am said to be. Suddenly the door opened. It surprised me and I stood up in a start knocking over the book at the same time. I saw Sirrius staring into the room from the doorway. He walked over to me.

"I'm sorry I startled you Nicole" he said.

I smiled nervously "It's ok just the silence of the room. I got used to it." I replied.

He knelt down to pick up the book. I stood there nervously about what he might say. He looked at the book and scoffed. He stood up and placed it back.

"Interesting theory isn't it?" Sirrius asked humorously.

"What you…don't believe it?" I asked curiously

Sirrius looked at me and laughed lightly. "For there to be such a being and not be heard of, or told about other than in this book; I don't see how that could be possible"

I looked at the ground.

"If there were to be such a being I would say it couldn't be even remotely beautiful. For it to come from Voldemort I would say it would have to be the ugliest thing ever." Sirrius said.

"Well then say hello the ugliest thing you have ever seen," I said quietly as I looked up at Sirrius.

Sirrius stared at me in confusion.

"I'm her Sirrius. I am Voldemort's daughter," I said sternly.

Sirrius continued to stare at me not saying anything.

"Please don't be scared Sirrius. I have no intent on being what this book says of me. Yes I feel the temptation when it comes to the violence and all but I don't act on it. I don't want to be a monster. I want to be a good person like you and Harry" I said.

Sirrius blinked and looked away from me and took a breath as he asked; "does Harry know?"

"Yes" I replied. Sirrius looked up at me quickly. "Please don't be angry at him Sirrius I asked him not to tell anyone. I couldn't bear the thought of being pulled away from this life that I want to belong to and forced into some other place that I don't want." I explained. "Sirrius…I will only be around Harry and the rest if I have your blessing. You are the only family Harry really has and I don't want my presence to affect that. So if you don't want me to be near Harry or any of the others…" I began and tried to swallow the lump in my throat and took a breath as I continued, "then I will leave even though it would kill me to do so. I will still do it if you believe that is the only way for Harry and the others to be safe. I will respect your wish just like I respect you" I finished.

Sirrius continued to stare at me. When he continued to say nothing I took that as him wanting me to leave. I looked to the ground as I said quietly; "I understand" I looked up at Sirrius. "I will miss you. And everyone else". I began to walk around Sirrius when all of a sudden he grabbed my wrist. I looked at him in a start. He continued to hold my wrist with his right hand as I looked into his eyes. They were filled with care and compassion. I could have cried from the kindness he possessed. Slowly he pulled me back towards him. He slid his left arm around my waist as he pulled me back in front of him.

"You can't possibly believe that I am going to let you leave our lives over what some book says after we each have learned who you really are can you?" Sirrius asked as a smile slowly crept over his face.

I smiled wide as I jumped towards Sirrius wrapping my arms around his neck. "Oh Sirrius! Thank you!" I nearly cried. He laughed as he hugged me and I joined in his laughter. When I pulled back we slowly stopped laughing and became serious as we looked at each other. Sirrius tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. He began to slowly rub my hair there then lowered his hand down to my cheek. We continued to stare into each other's eyes and remained silent. Without realizing it I was leaning towards Sirrius's face and he was leaning towards mine. Before I knew it our lips met. Sirrius placed his hand behind my head, pulling me closer so he could deepen the kiss. I realized I was kissing back! I wrapped my arms tighter around him. He slid his other arm around my waist as he pulled me up and turned to the bookshelf and placed me on there. He placed each of his hands on my face as he continued to kiss me. I pulled on his neck wanting him closer. I began to push his coat off. He removed his hands from my face to remove it then returned to my face once his coat was off. Slowly he began to slide his hand down to my neck then moved in front and continued to slide down. He grabbed the zipper to my coat and began to pull it down. He pushed off my form fitting black medium length coat. It fell as I wrapped my legs around Sirrius's waist. He slid the strap of my dress down as his other hand began to slide up my thigh when suddenly he pulled away.

"This isn't right" Sirrius said finally. "I mean god your just a kid!" he exclaimed.

I jumped down as I walked over to Sirrius. "It's not like I'm actually underage" I replied smiling slightly. Sirrius turned to me.

"Nicole you're still very young. You're still closer to Harry's age than mine" Sirrius said.

I looked at the ground upset.

"I'm sorry. At least let's sleep on it. So much happening I don't want us to do anything either of us will regret later" Sirrius said.

I looked up at Sirrius, as he touched my nose with his finger, which made me smile.

"Ok?" he said

"Ok" I agreed as I hugged Sirrius tightly. Once we let go I grabbed my coat as did he and we left the room. I began to walk down the stairs and he followed.

"Well goodnight" I said.

"Sure you don't want me to walk with you?" Sirrius asked.

I smiled, "Sirrius remember who you're talking to" I said jokingly.

Sirrius smiled and laughed lightly, "hey just being a gentleman".

"I know and thank you" I replied as I leaned forward and kissed Sirrius's cheek. I wanted so much to turn his head towards mine and kiss him deeply. But I knew he was right that we should sleep on it before we did anything extreme.

"Goodnight" I said again as I opened the door.

"Goodnight Nicole" Sirrius said as I stepped out into the night.