SUMMARY: In the War of Light and Dark,
Voldemort has two heirs and one is destined to to betray everything. A
new prophecy is
made, and a fight for a female heart fills Hogwart's halls. Lots of
twists and turns, think what you will, but will you be correct?
Follow the students of Hogwarts through their last year.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except the plot and whatever else isn't familiar! Everything else belongs to.......well you know so I don't have to tell you.
A/N: I really hope you like this. It gets so much better in the later chapters, I promise! Just stick with me, and please review. I love to hear if I rock or if I need writing lessons.
Chapter 1:Meetings of all sorts
Flashback
"Let it be known that an unknown soldier shall grace the world once again, and her decision will be the fate of war . She will show in the body of a witch that shares the blood of a Founder but will choose her own part of the war. Two heirs have been chosen for the dark. Hidden from view, yet close enough to touch, a supreme being will aid those she loves. Destined for greatness, stripped of life once before, the Princess of Gyffindor has risen again."
End Flashback
Headmaster Dumbledore sat in his office. After afew minutes, the large book in front of him began to tell it's secrets, then it dawned on him what the dinner prophecy had meant. He went over to his window and sat on its sill, he closed his eyes and began to concentrate. An incantation to reach the spirit world slipped from his mouth when a very worried Professor McGonagall came bursting into the headmasters office.
"ALBUS!", she hollered. Upon seeing her headmaster she stopped. ".....Albus....." but the old man just sat there barely whispering to himself. When his incantation was done he simply looked at his most trusted friend and deputy Headmistress with a twinkle in his eye.
"Yes, Minvera. Is there anything I may do for you?"
"Albus..." she began looking uneasy. "How can this be? And that twit of a teacher hardly ever gives true prophecies. I have never heard of the Princess of Gryffindor! Do you think that just maybe......".
Professor Dumbledore cut her off. "Yes Minvera, I do think that it is true. It is my guess that this Princess of Gryffindor, isnone other than Godric Gryffindor's granddaughter if I'm correct. I have read the journal of Godric, and she was mentioned. At great detail, I may add. She is suppose to possess every magical ability that the world has ever seen or will ever see for that matter. She was dead only seconds after being born. At the time of her birth, she was fortold to wed the worst heir of Slytherin. Being that her spirit was born at the wrong time, she has been in the spirit world until it was time for herself to be reborn to fulfill her destiny. But what has intrigued me is that a young witch is carrying the blood of Gryffindor. A young witch that is of age now and who is carrying Godric's granddaughter's spirit."
"Oh Albus, have you found her?" McGonagall said.
"I must leave at once. Hopefully I will return with some answers to questions that we all have. Goodnight Minvera." and with that Dumbledore swept out of the room and headed off school grounds.
In a secluded and country part of England, Dumbledore sat on a rock and waited, watching the fish in the stream. A gust of strong air blew over the old man, yet all he could feel was a strong surge of power pass over himself. As he looked around, he saw nothing. He heard a twig break and turned around. There was a girl of maybe seventeen walking towards him. She was absolutely beautiful. She had dramatically wavy carmael colored hair that hung down to her waist which compliment her dark chocolate eyes. She wore no make-up an a mininal amount of jewelry. Yet she looked like a true princess, beautiful with a powerful yet graceful walk of confidence. She wore a pair of low black dress pants with a tan suede V-neck tanktop that matched her hair perfectly. She smiled as he turned around to see her and quickly made her way over.She streched out her hand to shake his and said, "Hello."
He smiled at her. "Hello Miss....."When the girl smiled sadly at him she said, "Sir, I do not have a name. I never have."
Dumbledore looked at her with hopeful eyes. "Very well then Princess, perhaps someday you will. I assume, by looking at you that this is not your carriers true form. But I wonder why you take such precaution to change form when you are surely not in any danger. I also assume that you have agreed to meet with me so that I may have some questions answered. Am I correct?"
When she nodded, he began to ask his questions.
"Who, if I may ask, are you currently residing in?" with that she shook her head. "Ok, could you tell me exactly why you are here? I know only what was ever recorded in history."
She looked as if she would cry."At the time of my birth it was forseen that I would marry the worst heir of Slytherin and lead him to the Light, however, when I was born there were only female Slytherin heirs and I was automatically stripped away into the spirit world in the form of a teenage girl. When Tom was born there was no female Gryffindor heir for me to manifest in so I had to wait. Now there are both heirs so I was allowed to come forth and into the body of my grandfathers heir." At a confused glance from the old man in front of her, she continued, "Tom Riddle should have married me when he was about eighteen, and there would be no battle between Voldemort and Harry Potter. Tom has made a transfer of some on his powers into another the night he came before a baby, making this boy his heir by sharing Slytherin power. But it seems as if Tom has changed something, or else I would be destined to marry your famous Harry Potter, but I do not feel a pull towards him. I believe that he may transfer his power to another, that allowing me to freely choose which side I am on. However, I have waited so long to fulfill my destiny and I do not wish to disappoint my family."
As the conversation continued, Dumbledore was told that this spirit was manifesting as a form of protection to her surrogate in order to keep the line of Godric Gryffindor safe until the time came for her to marry the heir of Slytherin. When her surrogate is in danger or in deep distress, this spirit would take over physically to hide the endangered girl.
"Please sir, do not distress. I am here to serve a purpose. I would not let harm come to the last heir of Gryffindor. In time she will come to trust me and know that what I have to do is for the best. I have never seen a greater addition to our line, and I will not fail her. Godric would be very pleased! But I am afraid that I must go now.Good day, sir."
"Well if this is how it is to be then I hope to see you on September first, miss"
Not too far away in an underground room, two men stood. One man, robed in dark green robes which clashed against his transparent skin,paced and trembled furiously. The other, robed in a solid black robe and a silver mask, watched as his master paced and mumbled incoherantly to himself. After some time, the man stopped pacing and faced his servant.
Finally he spoke, "Lucius, my faithful friend, our time is going to end! Something is in the air, a power I have never felt before is flowing through the veins of another. Someone who wishes to banish evil forever." He raised his head, his slit-like nose in the air as if smelling something.
Lucius Malfoy looked at his distraught master with confusion. He had never seen his Lord in such a state, not even when dealing with the Potter brat.
Lord Voldemort sneered after a minute, "A girl!" he started to laugh like a maniac. "A bloody teenage girl."
The blonde man tensed at the sound, worrying more when his master stopped suddenly. "NO!" he shierked.
"What is it, my lord?"
"IT'S HER!" Voldemort shierked.