Prologue
The Farnaygem Codex
Six of her number gone. An unfinished half-life left behind. They left the world during its darkest hour. One by one their number dwindled. Leaving one behind to shoulder the burden, for she was the strongest and must prevail. Learn to live, to love and to forget. She must blaze a path through destiny's curse. She alone is the chosen one. Given the power to play god she must use it wisely. Under the guidance of her appointed mentor. Unaware of her powers till she looses her mother, her rock, her foundation her world. Her fury will be unleashed and along with those who are true of heart she will fight an unspeakable evil and diminish those not of heart. She shall be our saviour, for we the oracles have spoken. Carved the magic of those before her into flesh and bone. She shall live in dangerous times where the world is fighting chaos. She shall save us for she is the fidus-a-um-animi.
We have spoken the truth. Our will be done this is the prophecy of Eraneu, for he is the father of magic and the order of the six. We died so that she may bring better times.
This is the word.
(A/N: Dumbledore will explain this later on…I hope.)
Chapter One: Shock-Horror
Eliza walked in the door and placed her bag down gently in the entry hall. She paused and breathed in the smell of her home. God I miss this place she thought. Thank god I get the rest of the year off. I should come back at Easter and Christmas next year as well as summer break. I mean SSM is like my second home but things are different now. Mum worries so much about me but she shouldn't bother, she's the one Voldemort wants especially with her being the Minister of Magic and being Dumbledore's daughter…Eliza broke off her ramble of thoughts and stepped into the lounge room and screamed.
Halfway across the world Harry Potter sat up in bed. Drenched in sweat he leaped out of bed and began kneading his forehead with long fingers. That couldn't have been a vision he thought, Voldemort had never used a knife to kill someone. Harry tried to remember the dream. The girl, Eliza was her name, had walked through the door stood in the hall for awhile thinking about something called SSM and that her mum should worry about her self because she was the Minister of Magic and Dumbledore's daughter and then she had walked into the living room and saw a woman, her mother, in pieces on the floor. Maybe it was dream but what if it wasn't? He would write to Dumbledore. Just in case.
How was he going to do this? Harry sat down and began to write:
Dear Professor Dumbledore
Last night I had a dream about Voldemort and then I woke up because my scar hurt. In my dream a girl named Eliza came home and found Voldemort sitting in her living room with a knife in his hands. Her mother was dead .I hate to have to inform you of this if you don't already know but I think Eliza is your grandaughter and that her mother was your daughter.
Your's sincerely Harry Potter.
Harry put down his quill and sent Hedwig to Professor Dumbledore and hoped into bed, but sleep didn't come.
(A/N: arghhh! I have an extreme case of writer's block! I had the second chapter written except it doesn't fit anymore. : ( oh well! Pleeeeeeeeeeeze review cos this is my first fic and I have no idea wether I should continue with it! All advice is appreciated even bad stuff!)
verus -a -um [true , real, genuine; truthful, veracious; just, reasonable]. N. as subst. [truth, reality; right, duty]; 'veri similis', [likely, probable]. N. nom. as adv. verum, [but yet, still, however]; strengthened, verumtamen (verun-), [notwithstanding, nevertheless]. N. abl. as adv. vero, [in truth, indeed, in fact]; in a climax, [even, indeed]; ironically, [to be sure]; adversative, [but indeed, but in fact]. Adv. vere, [truly, really, rightly].
veritas -atis f. [the truth , reality; truthfulness, telling of truth]; in gen. [honesty].
