Many miles away from the scene that unfolded that night, on the outskirts of a Muggle village an elderly lady froze as the teapot in her hands hovered over her cup. Her eyes suddenly clouded over as the Sight overcame her senses, inhaling a single deep breath before proclaiming in a husky voice:
Tonight a daughter is born, who holds the fate of this world in her hands. The power in her shall be such as none the world has ever seen, but her destiny lies in the heart of another. A mother's love shall be the world's saviour, or bring it to its knees.
The elderly lady blinked quickly a couple of times, cleared her throat and continued pouring her tea unaware she had spoken at all. Nobody heard the words that outlined the future. The world went on spinning, unknowing its fate had been stated.
Back at the house by the alleyway, the old lady rocked the newborn child gently as she boiled some milk for the babe in her arms. Persephone Black suckled on the bottle tip, not knowing what lay ahead, not knowing that she was special, not knowing she'd spend the next few years running her 'Nana' ragged. Neither knew that strange things would soon be happening, as the magic running through Persephone's veins would start to appear.
Tonight, the world was safe.