A/N: Thanks to all of you who read this. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic. So please tell me where I could improve. But no flames please. R&R
Disclamer: um as far a I know the only thing not mine is the world, which I promise to return in good condition.
It was late and most people were safely tucked in bed for the night. However, in one small, normal looking house, a small boy was wide-awake. Everyone at his school said that he was different. They were right. He is a seer. This night he knew something big was about to happen. Suddenly his eyes glazed over. He rose from his bed and walked to his wall. The paints he had used earlier in the day were out on the floor. Picking up a tube of blood red paint, he began to write:
For those who don't learn, I fear,
History will repeat.
Darkness rises, but where is the light?
The light that once shone has been dimmed.
The shadows are overtaking.
But hope remains,
The one who holds it is lost and last.
The great Potter line shall end.
But if the lost is found, the last shall become first.
As suddenly as it began, it was over. The boy collapsed to the floor unconscious, the strain on his young powers exhausting.
In the heart of London another child was still awake. She was digging through the trash in a back alley in hopes of finding an edible meal. All she could find was a half a sandwich. She scurried away with her find. Moving silently, she crossed the street and slipped into a smaller alley. Her silent footsteps carried her quickly to the end of the alley. She silently collapsed on a pile of old rags and began checking over her find to make sure if was not totally infested with maggots. Deciding it was ok she quickly inhaled the small morsel. Once she had finished she silently laid down to watch the sun stretch its fingers across the dark sky. As she drifted to sleep one small hand moved to clasp the gold locket she wore. In it was her only link to her lost past.
Timmy's parents were shocked to find their only son asleep on the floor. They were equally shocked by his most recent prophecy, which was still dripping down the wall in the color of blood. Both parents rushed to their son's side. After reassuring themselves that is was only paint on the wall, they moved the small boy to his bed and then went to contact the ministry of magic.
The ministry officials arrived suddenly at the house and silently ascended the stairs. They had been here before and knew which room they were needed in. As they entered the two worried parents nodded their welcome. The three officials set straight to work. They quickly copied the writing on to three pieces of parchment before charming them so they could not be harmed or read by anyone without permission. Nodding silently to the two worried parents they left as suddenly as they had arrived.