FLOWER OF FATE

WRITTEN BY PANNY

Panny: PROLOGUE:

"You're a what?!?" Princess Suzanna demanded.

The hooded man laughed, his voice cold and hard, "Wizard. What else?"

"You're just telling me this now? What's wrong with you?" Suzanna took a step back, "I thought you loved me Tom!"

Tom Riddle pulled back his hood and sneered, "Loved you? I only came to you so you could bare me an heir and since you have proved yourself barren I shall be rid of you and return to my time. To bad it requires the sacrifice of a royal to do so."

"Tom? Tom no! Please!" She backed away from her former love, and then her foot contacted something hard, the wall.

Cackling evilly Tom lifted the silver emerald encrusted serpentine dagger.

Shining emerald green eyes watched from the corner, helpless, the girl child wept bitterly.

Tom plunged the blade into Suzanna's chest her laughter distracted him from the strangled cry in the corner: "Mother!"

He looked down at Suzanna, "You are dying why do you laugh."

"You have fallen into my trap," She replied, "I did bare you a child. A daughter, her faerie/wizard blood will give her power you never had. She will bring about your end. With my death she will gain my powers and with the dagger pulled free of my chest so will yours. You shall return to your time powerless until she turns eleven and her heritage is released," Suzanna smiled weakly, "I'm sorry it had to be this way. I loved you, I told her of Tom Riddle, the man I loved. She will remember you as that man not the monster you have become. Maybe someday you will be that man once more."

Using all her remaining strength Suzanna pushed away from Tom Riddle, her action caused the blade to slide free and the life to leave her body.

Green light surrounded the figure of the two-year-old girl in the corner.

As the girl felt the familiar rush of power she heard her mother's voice: "I'm sending you forward in time so you can full fill your destiny. Search for the fated. You can't do it alone, no marauder can. You and the Flowered Marauder see through the same eyes."

Then she was down on her back the world ebbing away as consciousness left her. She did not wake as an owl landed on a nearby branch dropping a letter that fluttered down to land peacefully on her chest. This was how she was found by a four-year-old Petunia Evans and her sister Lily.