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A/N: This is only an experimental fic. There is no specific update, to be honest. But let me know what you think! :)
Prologue
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…"
The house was eerily quiet. The grandfather clock ticking ominously in the dimly lit room. A lone figure dressed in dark robes stood in the middle of the living room, lips curling into a sneer as he eyed the two bodies sprawled before his feet, their eyes unseeing.
Dead with just a simple spell. They didn't even put up a fight, merely accepting their fate like the weak-minded creatures they were. Just like his disgusting muggle father.
He examined their bodies with a touch of disinterest and indifference before he stepped over their bodies and glided towards the stairs, almost floating as his robes fluttered above ground.
"Born to those he sought to end, born as the ninth month ascends…"
Reaching the second floor of the house, he moved towards a slightly ajar door, drawn to an invisible force coming from the other side. He thought of the beach as the power radiated off in warm waves like the soft tide coming in, rolling over feet heated by hot sand in pleasurable warmth. He could almost taste salt at the tip of his tongue. He lifted his hands to caress the potent magic in the air and ignored the sting in his palms as he touched a magic so pure for someone as corrupted as him. So much potential coming from such a powerful being—but it was also a threat.
Now he knew the child prophesized to destroy him had the potential to be as powerful as him—even if she was a mudblood. He grinned wickedly; a grotesque sight on his inhumane face. She was the world's Saving Grace, but tonight, who would save her? He had been the one to find her, not that old fool Dumbledore. Her parents were dead; there was nobody else aside from him.
No one was going to save her tonight.
"And the Dark Lord will mark her as his equal, and she becomes the world's Saving Grace…"
He pushed open the door and ignored the childish toys scattered around the room as he fixed his eyes to the one destined to end him. A pair of honey-brown eyes met his blood red gaze. Somehow, the baby was awake, sitting up in her crib without a sound. The power grew in the air—both light and dark, pure and foul meeting—as he crossed the distance between them. Those brown eyes continued to watch him and he could not help but notice the light within her, her magic making her skin glow in a golden hue—as though she was bathed in a gold light even as the darkness threatened to swallow her whole.
Meanwhile, he was shrouded in darkness, shadows dancing across the edges of his fingertips as he lifted his wand and pointed it at the small child staring at him. His magic was so different from hers, but both were equal in power and force. The small babe blinked her eyes at the wand, and his lips curled into a sneer when she suddenly smiled, revealing a gummy mouth, unaware of the danger that he possessed.
"For the power she holds that he knows not, will be magic's deciding fate..."
So tiny, so trusting, so—so fragile. Easily killable it seemed.
"Dada?" He was mildly surprised when she spoke, her chubby hands lifting towards him. She had mistaken him as her father.
He sneered. "Your father is no longer here, child." His hissed words fluttered the tufts of curly brown hair on her small head. "I killed him, along with your mother."
But the child didn't understand; she only grinned wider at hearing his voice, jutting her hands out to emphasize it. "Dada! Dada!" She babbled in excitement, and the power from within her burned brighter. He could feel his exposed arms prickling. She let out a childish giggle. "Up! Up!"
He smiled cruelly in amusement, the tip of his wand prodding her forehead. "You are truly a dissssgussssting creature."
"And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives…"
She only giggled harder, and his amusement swiftly shifted into annoyance.
"Do you want to see your mother and father?" He taunted; his voice mockingly soft. "Don't worry, you will be reunited with them soon enough."
She smiled as he uttered two words that would end her life.
There was a bright flash of green—
There was a scream—
And then the utter despair of silence.
"The age of darkness will meet its end, when the light burns bright as the ninth month ascends…"
A few hours later, Albus Dumbledore found a small baby sitting in her crib, holding a familiar wand in her hands, and Lord Voldemort's ashes at her feet.
When Hermione saw him, she smiled, face painfully radiant. "Dada!"