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!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*! *!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*! 3rd December: The day Vesta Slytherin gave birth Tom Marvolo Riddle.

A clopping of hooves was heard close to a small pool, which had lotuses blooming in the moonlight, spreading its fragrance into the atmosphere... The place was bewitched to have eternal spring even though it was a cruel winter.

"Amaron... today is a dark day...As I was observing the heavens tonight, I saw Dragon's tail and Saturn in conjunction with Mercury and Jupiter."

An old silver haired centaur got up from his seat on the moss and glanced towards his approaching brother.

"Yes I know Julius... A particular birth had taken place somewhere in this world. The heavens predict that a great leader has been born."

"I agree... But whether he'll be great for the good or the bad is erratic."

The two heads gazed into the sky again; their sharp eyes scrutinizing the Milky Way and the constellations.

"Go to Armando Dippet and inform him. We owe that much to the wizards for leaving us in peace..."

"But Amaron... Is it wise?"

"Do as I say... This child might cause terror one day and we must put a stop to it. Once the wizard world is affected, next it would be us..."

"Yes Amaron..."

Julius departed through the forest, his blond hair shinning and Amaron sighed. Much as he hated to keep contact with the other species, this time he was vulnerable.

"The infant is born in the month of the Sagittarius..." he whispered gazing up at the sky once more. "The month belonging to us centaurs..."

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The wands in every house of the Wizarding world were gleaming with brilliance and there was a sudden burst of all kinds of reptiles over crowding the earth...

Everywhere the people shrieked in terror and wizards had to perform spells to prevent serpents harming them and the muggles... Even the day had a prolonged eclipse which put the whole town into darkness...

"I was informed by a centaur that someone special and terrible has been born," stated Armando Dippet looking over rows of wizards and witches who were seated in a circle.

All the high ranking important wizards and witches had come to this imperative meeting which was conducted at Glastonbury, where the sacred powers of Merlin was supposed to be laid.

"Centaurs never mix with wizards do they?" asked Cuthbert Mockridge a sectary in the Goblin Liaison office. (He was known for his quick brains and knowledge and was alleged to have a promising career.)

"Most of the time Bert... But I do believe that they might be precise this time."

"Did the centaurs give any information of this child's whereabouts?" asked an auburn haired young wizard by the name of Albus Dumbledore.

"No Albus... But they do reckon that he or she might have been born in this country."

"I say that we should imprison all the wizard children born on 3rd December. Prevention is always better than cure..." quipped in a harsh voice of an old wizard and everyone turned to look at Kenneth Potter.

"Now Ken...We can't go around forcing mothers to give their children from their cribs... Besides three thousand and forty nine children were born on that date...Do be reasonable."

"Maybe we should kill them all then! We can't have some fool being born to erase all of us from the surface of this earth!" retorted Kenneth banging his fist on the table.

"I'm afraid that isn't possible Ken... My son himself was born on 3rd December," replied Cuthbert indignantly.

"Well then, I'm sure none of us will miss your half mudblood son!" exclaimed Potter rising up.

Mockridge drew out his wand as he shook with fury.

"You always did think you had the power to do as you could, didn't you Potter?"

"Power means everything! Just because some wizards become muggle loving fools doesn't-"

"That's enough you two!" cried out Cornelius Fudge, another young wizard who was an important member of the wizard committee.

"This isn't the place to fight! We have a serious issue to discuss here."

Both wizards glared at each other. Pure hatred reflected in their eyes but they sat down on their seats once again.

"Coming to a conclusion, I don't see anything that we can't do at the moment. The information we have got is too vague. But nearly all the Wizarding children will attend Hogwarts so I'd say that we can wait for eleven years from now to choose who that young terrible wizard might be... I'll even inform the other Wizarding schools as well. " finished Dippet.

"That's all humbug! I'm the Minister of Magic and I'll decide what to do!" declared Potter.

"What do you plan on doing Potter? Do you plan on killing people who you think are wrong and prove that they are innocent after their death? Just like Marvolo Slytherin? Huh?" questioned the Bartemius Crouch a wizard who was known and recognized for his valor.

"Marvolo was mad! If I hadn't killed him, he would have ended in St.Mungo's anyway. Besides all this is madness!"

"I dare you to suggest an alternative," spat Mockridge challenging Potter.

Silence followed....There came no answer from the members.

"Alright then, we'll follow with my plan. Meeting adjourned till we meet again," called out Dippet and everyone rose to depart; little aware of the terror which lay in the future...

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There was much festivity in the manor on top of the hill in the village of Little Hangleton.

"I'm so glad that you decided to abandon that creature, son," replied a cooing voice of a smart lady with silky blond hair.

"She lied to me! I never knew Vesta belonged to some lunatic cult before, Mother," retorted Tom Riddle (Senior)

His mother gave him a charming smile as her long manicured nails rested on top of her glass of champagne.

"Of course dear, I always knew the girl was bad trouble. But it's a good thing that you realized your mistakes."

The door opened and a tall sandy haired man entered.

"Tom, there's a crowd of young ladies from Spain waiting for your arrival," he answered as he took his son by the hand leading him out of the room.

"Your father has planned this special party to lift your spirits for days, Tom... You needn't mix with the local stupid girls in the village again. After all there's so many fish in the sea to choose from..."

The music flowed out of the window into the night, where somewhere unknown to the owners of the manor, laid a child wrapped in a bundle of clothes to be sent into an orphanage from where he was to grow into an amazing yet a horrifying wizard...

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