(A/N: Hey! First I'd like to give a shout out to the following people who
reviewed my first chapter: LittleEar BigEar's sis RahneSong Dreamer4
TwiggySC A big thanks to you guys! And a shout out to my best friends:
Kayla and Terra. Also to Julie, Snuzzie, Mandy, and Hailey! And a shout out
to the rest of you, I have too many acquaintances to name them all. Anyway,
I think the first chapter turned out pretty good, but it'll be nothing to
what unfolds in the rest of the story. I guaranteed action and suspense,
and promise you'll get it. Enough with my rambling! On with the story_!)
Disclaimer : I own nothing but the plot. J.K. Rowling owns everything else *sighs*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*The Ultimate Prediction~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was now the year 1994, on a dark night in the middle of July. Dumbledore stood in his Hogwarts office adding his worried thoughts into the pensive. Professor McGonagall was informing Dumbledore that the Death eaters had attacked Michael Whitecheaster, an auror, and his family. The stern, black- haired woman now stood and watched Dumbledore intently, waiting for an answer to her long wondered question.
"What were they looking for?" she asked in a would-be calm voice, but worry was evident. Dumbledore stopped to look up at her. For a moment, the woman thought she saw a note of fear in the man's elderly face. But the fear was quickly replaced with a look of amusement.
"I assure you, Minerva, what ever it is that they are looking for is perfectly safe". Dumbledore responded in a reassuring way.
"How do you know?" She cried. "How can you be so sure?"
"Obviously, they haven't found it" he said gently, then returned to the pensive to exit the pointless memories from his mind to make room for much more important ones.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Before Dumbledore could tell them to come in, the door hastily swung open revealing a tall man with shoulder length, greasy black hair.
"The Death eaters have failed to gain knowledge of the `green torch' from Whitechester" the man said earnestly.
"I did doubt that Whitechester would know anything about it, and therefore knew the information was safe". Dumbledore sighed deeply, and asked with apprehension "How is his family?"
"Dead" the man answered shortly.
Dumbledore sighed again, and returned to the pensive. He added another thought of worry and remorse. The three of them sat in the office, the two professors watching the old headmaster. `What is he keeping hidden from us?' thought Professor McGonagall. Then a few minutes later, an old, gray owl landed on the window with a piece of parchment attached to its leg.
"Would you be so kind as to open the window, Severus?" Dumbledore asked kindly to the greasy-haired man. Severus Snape stood up and walked over to the window to let the owl in. The owl flew into the room and landed on Dumbledore's desk. Dumbledore read to himself the message the letter contained:
Dear Dumbledore, I have contacted another member of the order, Amy Davidson. That means there are only 5 more to find before we can begin our mission. I hope all is well. - Snuffles
Dumbledore rolled up the piece of parchment and sat it on his desk.
'I had wondered where she had gone.' He thought to himself
The room faded from view and was replaced with a town swarming in death eaters. Curses were being thrown back and forth between Voldemort's servants and ministry auror's who had been called to stop the "werewolf" attack, or so Fudge called it. Lord Voldemort stood above the rest, watching with a satisfied grin as his servants tortured and killed wizards and muggles. Five death eaters advanced from the crowd with a very elderly man; a man much older then even Dumbledore. The death eaters tossed the man on the ground in front of their master's feet, and force him to bow to the evil lord.
"I believe you have information considering a certain torch. Now, I realize that you think it foolish to tell me, of all people, where the torch is hidden. But it would be a wise decision if you wanted to keep your life".
"Never!" The old man gasped. "Never will I ever help you destroy the light!" the old man chocked out, and then he spat at the ground before the evil lord.
"Very foolish. Did you really think I would give you a choice?" The evil lord raised his wand and yelled "Crucio!"
The old man withered on the ground in pain for a few seconds before suddenly stopping. The old man now stood up bolt right. His eyes flashed blue, then a white, blinding light. A white aurora was emitted from the man. And words of a deathly sound came from his mouth:
"The Champion of Light has risen to fight the evil that's lurks in this world. The Green torch will be lit by the `Pure Light' and all evil shall be destroyed and never return. Unless the Green Torch is destroyed before the Champion discovers the powers that lie with in, the darkness will fall into light. And all goodness shall prevail"
The man fell and past out. Lord Voldemort grew angry. Angrier then the death eaters had ever seen him before. As the death eaters slowly backed away in fear, Voldemort was surrounded by a black glow as he approached the old man and picked him up into the air. The old man hung limp in the dark lord's clutch, only dimly aware of where he was and what was happening.
"WHERE IS THE TORCH?!" Voldemort yelled fiercely. The man simply lay stiff in the evil lord's arms. Voldemort dropped the old man to the ground and took out his wand. The last thing the old man remembered was praying that the `Pure Light' would destroy the evil. Voldemort's eyes were exploding with power and hate. And he yelled "AVADA KEDAVRA!" The man died as soon as the words left the lord's mouth. Not too far away, a boy of only 14-years woke up clutching an unwanted scar in pain.
(A/N: Well, did I do it? Are you screaming at your computer screen for me to update the next chapter? I hope so! Yes, I know what its like to be reading a good fanfic and then have the author end with a cliffie! But it's so much more fun when i'm the author. Assuming, that this has kept your interest. Anyway, I tried to put some action in. This was an important chapter, so it was also a little boring. *sighs* But chapter three will bring you up to date, have a lot more action, and add more mystery to the story. Please review and come back for the next chapter!)
Disclaimer : I own nothing but the plot. J.K. Rowling owns everything else *sighs*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*The Ultimate Prediction~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was now the year 1994, on a dark night in the middle of July. Dumbledore stood in his Hogwarts office adding his worried thoughts into the pensive. Professor McGonagall was informing Dumbledore that the Death eaters had attacked Michael Whitecheaster, an auror, and his family. The stern, black- haired woman now stood and watched Dumbledore intently, waiting for an answer to her long wondered question.
"What were they looking for?" she asked in a would-be calm voice, but worry was evident. Dumbledore stopped to look up at her. For a moment, the woman thought she saw a note of fear in the man's elderly face. But the fear was quickly replaced with a look of amusement.
"I assure you, Minerva, what ever it is that they are looking for is perfectly safe". Dumbledore responded in a reassuring way.
"How do you know?" She cried. "How can you be so sure?"
"Obviously, they haven't found it" he said gently, then returned to the pensive to exit the pointless memories from his mind to make room for much more important ones.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Before Dumbledore could tell them to come in, the door hastily swung open revealing a tall man with shoulder length, greasy black hair.
"The Death eaters have failed to gain knowledge of the `green torch' from Whitechester" the man said earnestly.
"I did doubt that Whitechester would know anything about it, and therefore knew the information was safe". Dumbledore sighed deeply, and asked with apprehension "How is his family?"
"Dead" the man answered shortly.
Dumbledore sighed again, and returned to the pensive. He added another thought of worry and remorse. The three of them sat in the office, the two professors watching the old headmaster. `What is he keeping hidden from us?' thought Professor McGonagall. Then a few minutes later, an old, gray owl landed on the window with a piece of parchment attached to its leg.
"Would you be so kind as to open the window, Severus?" Dumbledore asked kindly to the greasy-haired man. Severus Snape stood up and walked over to the window to let the owl in. The owl flew into the room and landed on Dumbledore's desk. Dumbledore read to himself the message the letter contained:
Dear Dumbledore, I have contacted another member of the order, Amy Davidson. That means there are only 5 more to find before we can begin our mission. I hope all is well. - Snuffles
Dumbledore rolled up the piece of parchment and sat it on his desk.
'I had wondered where she had gone.' He thought to himself
The room faded from view and was replaced with a town swarming in death eaters. Curses were being thrown back and forth between Voldemort's servants and ministry auror's who had been called to stop the "werewolf" attack, or so Fudge called it. Lord Voldemort stood above the rest, watching with a satisfied grin as his servants tortured and killed wizards and muggles. Five death eaters advanced from the crowd with a very elderly man; a man much older then even Dumbledore. The death eaters tossed the man on the ground in front of their master's feet, and force him to bow to the evil lord.
"I believe you have information considering a certain torch. Now, I realize that you think it foolish to tell me, of all people, where the torch is hidden. But it would be a wise decision if you wanted to keep your life".
"Never!" The old man gasped. "Never will I ever help you destroy the light!" the old man chocked out, and then he spat at the ground before the evil lord.
"Very foolish. Did you really think I would give you a choice?" The evil lord raised his wand and yelled "Crucio!"
The old man withered on the ground in pain for a few seconds before suddenly stopping. The old man now stood up bolt right. His eyes flashed blue, then a white, blinding light. A white aurora was emitted from the man. And words of a deathly sound came from his mouth:
"The Champion of Light has risen to fight the evil that's lurks in this world. The Green torch will be lit by the `Pure Light' and all evil shall be destroyed and never return. Unless the Green Torch is destroyed before the Champion discovers the powers that lie with in, the darkness will fall into light. And all goodness shall prevail"
The man fell and past out. Lord Voldemort grew angry. Angrier then the death eaters had ever seen him before. As the death eaters slowly backed away in fear, Voldemort was surrounded by a black glow as he approached the old man and picked him up into the air. The old man hung limp in the dark lord's clutch, only dimly aware of where he was and what was happening.
"WHERE IS THE TORCH?!" Voldemort yelled fiercely. The man simply lay stiff in the evil lord's arms. Voldemort dropped the old man to the ground and took out his wand. The last thing the old man remembered was praying that the `Pure Light' would destroy the evil. Voldemort's eyes were exploding with power and hate. And he yelled "AVADA KEDAVRA!" The man died as soon as the words left the lord's mouth. Not too far away, a boy of only 14-years woke up clutching an unwanted scar in pain.
(A/N: Well, did I do it? Are you screaming at your computer screen for me to update the next chapter? I hope so! Yes, I know what its like to be reading a good fanfic and then have the author end with a cliffie! But it's so much more fun when i'm the author. Assuming, that this has kept your interest. Anyway, I tried to put some action in. This was an important chapter, so it was also a little boring. *sighs* But chapter three will bring you up to date, have a lot more action, and add more mystery to the story. Please review and come back for the next chapter!)