Mirrors Chapter 2 A Light In The Darkness
By Angelina Johnson
BlewGoo2@aol.com
Angst/Dark Fic
Descendants of Harry and Co.
PoA
PG
Summary- In a fight for good and evil, someone must lose. What will the future hold for those affected?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Watching the last flame go out at the Lupin house, Voldemort apparated from his hiding spot. He had killed one Lupin and one Black- he still had many more to do away with. Right now, however, Voldemort knew where he was headed.
He had kept track of the woman, of her whole family. He knew what was to come and what he wanted to do. Maybe, things would go as planned. Maybe. He knew he could be making a huge mistake, that the ancestor was special, that it could not be harmed by him. It was a risk worth taking, though. How useful this one would be. Stronger than the ones before, no doubt. The strongest link, as opposed to the weakest.
He knew this would be a great challenge, but Lord Voldemort had had challenges before. What had the fire been? Killing a Lupin, killing a Black- those were great challenges. But this child that was to be born on this night was special, and if it would serve him, the possibilities were endless.
He arrived at his destination. He slammed into the window, breaking it.
"My Lord. I knew you would come." The words were spoken by a short, fat ghost.
"Wormtail. Still hanging around, are you? What a nuisance you are. Please, leave me. If I have use of you, I will summon you."
"Yes, My Lord. O-o-of course, My Lord," the slimeball servant stuttered.
"If this child surrenders to me, the world will be mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He laughed evilly, but Wormtail frowned.
"Not n-n-necessarily, M-my Lord." His voice squeaked, andhe shuddered under his master's gaze.
"I told you to leave, did I not?" The Dark Lord was about to inflict pain that would have left the servant moaning, as he had done in the old days, but the remembered that Wormtail was long dead, and that pain was not felt by ghosts. He descended into the room where the small child lay.
"'Born on the night of a horrible tragedy will come a child unlike any other before. The strength of this child can change the entire world, but the powers of the one can be used for evil as well as good, as they will be a descendent of those who have served evil'."
He picked up the little girl whose ancestor had been so incompetent, and so afraid. The girl that shrieked in his arm, the newborn little baby, was different. She would be strong. Yet the Dark Lord knew that the girl would fight him, and go against him, and if he failed to bring her to his side, then it could mean the end of him.
"Welcome to the world of Lord Voldemort, Chelsea."

The baby girl began to wail after the evil man holding her spoke. The doctor's all around ignored it. They figured that all babies cry, and these men and women were not the most efficient in the world.
The doctor's were relieved when the baby stopped, but soon the hour had passed and they went to check on the babies. A tall, blond man by the name of Paul was to check on Chelsea Pettigrew, but there was a rude awakening for the man, because the crib of Chelsea Pettigrew was empty. He gathered the other doctor's.
"One of the children is missing."
"What? Which one?" gasped a short brunette woman.
"Chelsea Pettigrew."
"We must search everywhere. Search the halls, search to make sure she's not in someone elses room, see if she's with her mother, but don't panic Anna, just act like you're checking to see how she is, search in closets, boxes, everywhere. We must find that baby."
The baby was nowhere to be found. They searched everywhere possible, but it appeared that Chelsea Pettigrew had simply vanished into thin air. The doctors were all baffled, and one of them would be the unlucky one, the one that had to break the news to Anna Pettigrew that her baby had vanished.
A short, fat ghost snickered as he watched the doctors scurry around, for he knew where his great-great grand daughter was.
Anna Pettigrew, the proud mother, was horrified when she learned that her beautiful baby girl had disappeared.
"Disappeared? How could this happen? My baby girl is gone!"
"I'm sorry, ma'am, we searched everywhere, she just simply vanished."
"I'll kill you! How could you let this happen? Chelsea? Chelsea!" she yelled as loud as she could, wailing,
She did not know how awful the place her baby was in was.
Thousands of miles away, Chelsea was in an abandoned castle that had, at one time in history, been Beauxbatons School of Magic. The once enchanting castle was now broken down, the shining white walls all mildewed and cracked. Some rooms had already begun to fall, and there were broken down beams everywhere. Cracked and shattered glass was everywhere, and the magic had all been removed from the castle. This place was now used as a hideout for Lord Voldemort. Here he would raise Chelsea, the little girl who would save, or possibly destroy, the Dark Lord.

Four Years Later

"Ah, Chelsea. There you are. Do you remember what I told you yesterday? That you are special?"
"Of course, Voldemort."
"Lord Voldemort, little one, and I suggest that you serve me."
"I may be little, but I know wrong from right. I'm smarter than you think, and I say NO!"
Every day, for the next year, the dark lord asked the small child the same question.
"Will you serve me?" Every day, he got the same answer.
"No."
Finally, on her fifth birthday, the powers began to come. Chelsea began to get ideas that required magic which she had. She understood that she was powerful. In the castle, there were books, and Chelsea had taught herself to read very well. By reading, she had learned of the prophecies, and, from the ghost that Voldemort called Wormtail, she had learned many things. She had learned that Voldemort had great expectations of her, that he expected her to help him bring about the end of the world as she knew it. She finally understood why he wished for her to serve him, and the evil she had felt all along, the evil that came off of Voldemort, only grew stronger. She hated him more with each plea he gave, and all she wanted was to return home, to see her mother. She wanted to learn, though, and she learned from Wormtail. Wormtail told her all about Voldemort, back when he had just gained power. He told her what seemed like fairytales, stories about a boy named Harry Potter, and stories of other Potter's, and of a family called the Lupin's, and another, the Black's. Chelsea soon understood that these were no fairytales, and that these things were real, and she hated Voldemort yet again for what he had done to those poor families.
One day, he told her about her birth. He told her about the fire, and how his master had come straight and kidnapped her. He told her that the doctors were frantic and that they searched everywhere, but it was no use, for she had simply vanished. It was truly their incompitence that had helped Voldemort to make a run for it with Chelsea. Wormtail told her about how her mother had screamed bloody murder when they told her her daughter was gone, and Chlesea wished she could be with her mother right now, instead of in the dingy castle with only the dark lord and Wormtail to talk to.
She talked to Wormtail often, nearly everyday. He told her useful things, things that would help her very much, but on this particular day, he gave her what she needed to escape.
"What's your real name?" she asked Wormtail one day. Wormtail looked at her, and shook his head.
"I can't tell."
"Oh, please!" she said.
"Fine. It's Peter."
"Peter what?"
"I can't tell you," he said quietly.
"Peter WHAT?" she said, louder and with more force. Sparks shot.
"Stop! Stop! Peter Pettigrew. My name's Peter Pettigrew. And Chelsea- your sparks don't hurt me, love. I'm a ghost. I just don't want my master to see what you're capable of." Chelsea gasped.
"Am I related to you?"
"Yes. Yes, you are. You're my great-great granddaughter."
"The prophecy says........"
"Yes, I know what the prophecy says. The prophecy says I'm evil. That I served a dark one, that I did bad things."
"Is it true?" she asked, her eyes growing very wide.
"Yes. I handed the Potter's to my master, and they died because of me. I caused the death of an innocent man, a man that was once my friend."
"Sirius Black? What he did was really what you did?"
"Yes. You're a very smart girl, Chelsea. Your brains will get you out of here, you just have to figure it out for yourself."
Chelsea thought about all that had been said. That man was evil, yet he had helped her.......... And he was related to her. Chelsea was very confused, but when her mind cleared, she thought about the sparks. And she knew they were the key.
She had power. Great power. Voldemort feared her, a little girl. Anything she wanted was hers.
All she had to do was go to him, propose that she leave, and if he didn't let her, too bad, the sparks would fly. The bad man would have no choice but to send her back to her mother, as she wanted. Chelsea smirked, and she dreamed of going home, until finally, she was ready to put her plan into action.
"I wish to leave."
"No," the dark lord told the chosen child.
"I SAID I WISH TO LEAVE!" Sparks came from the child, as she had planned. Powerful explosions began hitting Voldemort.
"Stop it! Stop causing this right now, you little brat. You are no threat, only a nuisance!"
"You're a liar! I know what you told me, and I understand. Like I said, I may be little, but I KNOW! I UNDERSTAND! You're scared. You're scared because I'm more powerful than you."
"Leave, then." Chelsea stood frozen.
"What?"
"Leave, I said. LEAVE, you little brat. Leave. You know you want to. You know you won't die. I know that I can not control you, and it was a matter of time before you defied me. But know this- if you leave, we will meet again, Chelsea. That is a promise. We will meet again. We will."

END