Lizzie McGonagall-Dumbledore and the Star Prophesy

By KitLee

Disclaimer: All recognizable belongs to JK Rowling, not me. I do own Lizzie and her sisters. Don't use them without my permission.

Author's Note: This is my first, finished huge story. It hopefully will have more parts to follow. As always, please r/r!

Prologue

"Sun, moon, star

The trinity, strongest form

Only it can save us now

Bold sun of strength

Wise moon of cunning

Small star, brightest of all

Small star, still untried

The time will come

To live or to die

-- First true prediction by Sibyl Trelawney

Chapter One

Thirteen-year old Elizabeth McGonagall-Dumbledore was bored to tears. Around her, her fellow third-years were doing their homework as if it were a matter of life and death. Lizzie's unfinished homework was spread out before her, but she couldn't bring herself to do any of it.

"Hey guys," she said, poking her friends, "want to see a trick?"

"Not now Lizzie," Amy said. "I have to get this charms homework done."

"Yeah Lizzie, do your homework like the rest of us," Mike said. "You don't want to lose Gryffindor any more points."

Lizzie yawned. "I'll do it later," she said dismissively. She glanced around the room for a distraction and spotted

Seamus Finnegan's chess set. "Hey Mike, want to play chess?"

"I can't Lizzie. I have work to do," Mike said impatiently.

"Yeah Lizzie, I don't care if you're trying to flunk out, but can't you go leave us alone?" Alex snapped. "I have a huge essay for Binns due tomorrow."

Tears pricking her eyes, Lizzie fled the common room. It was night, and between that and You-Know-Who's growth in power, the corridors were dark and empty. She shivered. One would think that living while an immensely powerful dark wizard was trying to take over the world would be interesting, but Lizzie knew otherwise. Maybe for adults and older students life was interesting and challenging, but for Lizzie it was just the normal monotony of classes. Unlike her peers, however, Lizzie was not satisfied with it. She longed for adventure and challenges beyond just homework and tests.

The hallways grew darker and lonelier as Lizzie wandered through them, but she was determined not to turn back. What did she have to look forward to in Gryffindor tower? The same meaningless conversation and work.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't realize that she'd wandered into an area of school that she hadn't seen before. This part looked older and more unused than the normal part, and Lizzie began to feel panicked. She'd heard stories of students who had gotten lost in the magcial passages of Hogwarts. Some were never heard from again, while others emerged years later. Most students didn't notice it, but magic was so much a part of the castle that it had developed a life of its own. Lizzie noticed; the magic pressed down and squashed her. Here it was worse than normal -- the power radiating here was a hundred times stronger -- and she felt as if she were being squeezed between two giant pillows. She collapsed to the ground, gasping and wheezing for breath, but it was not oxygen that her body craved. Right before her head hit the cold stone floor, she happened to glance out the window and saw a single star smiling down on her.

*****

At thirteen she was almost too old to still live at home. Her father laughed and refused whenever someone suggested that he send his only living child away to be married.

"She is still but a babe," he would insist. "There is time for marriage later."

For her part, she was perfectly happy to be free to wander the hills and valleys near her home. The sun shone brightly, and the grass grew lush and green. Small streams wandered through the land, and she would spend hours lying near them, hearing their babble and staring up at the sky. At night, when the moon cast its glow on the earth, she would lie beneath its healing rays and sleep in peace. Nothing could be more perfect than the peace in which she lived.

However, she also loved stories of adventure and dreamed of having her own adventure. Her favorite was the story of the famous wizard who lived far away, a living legend out of a storybook.

"Tell me again Father," she would beg him, and her father would smile and tell her again and again about how he had vanquished the evil Lord to the darkness from whence he had come. And the girl would sigh and smile with childish delight in the story of good versus evil.