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Prognosticate

Westbury, England
October 31, 1999

It was late in the small cottage at the edge of town. The full moon was out behind gloomy clouds and the stars were barely twinkling. No one knew that within the confines of the home a young woman with long dark hair and glowing amber eyes was curled up in pain as she repeated words to match the images assaulting her mind. Her voice was scratchy and hoarse

"Now is the moment to stand! The darkness has spread wide. The dark snakes rise. The pillars must unite. The hesitant must fight!" She gasped for breath. Merlin it hurt. The visions wouldn't stop. In a corner, a woman with greying hair and aged green eyes looked worriedly at her charge. However, she did not make a move to comfort the poor dear but instead wrote fast across the pages of a leather bound notebook.

"Find the sword and shield. Find the cauldron and stone. Find the spear and the axe. Find the mirror and the tomb. Find them quick before Scorpio's year, the Taurus moon." A shudder rippled through her once more as she once again. The other woman wrote once more, never taking her eyes from her young charge.

"The paladin lives in a house not a home. When seven crosses two, a champion he will be. Three crosses five, the Knights will assemble. Summer of six, the Chosen will come. Solstice of winter the armies have formed." A gasp tore itself from the young woman's chest.

"Ten years have already passed you have seven more to go! Make haste, time counts the grains. The Scorpio's year, the Taurus moon, seven crosses seven, three crosses five, summer of six, solstice of winter, make haste!"

Soon the young woman began to shake, her voice growing worse. Her companion watched in horror as the last words were ripped from the young woman in the most horrifying way. Blood begins gushing from her eyes long cuts ran down her arms and legs.

"The dark snakes rise! The pillars must unite! The hesitant must fight! The armies will strike! The darkness has spread wide, now is the moment to STAND!"

"ARTEMISA!" the older woman screamed when the young woman fell with her mouth wide open, blood pouring out and a pillar of dark energy engulfing her body. A strange face appeared in front of the older woman laughing ferociously.

"She is not yours!" the old woman yelled.

"Mortal, you deal with forces you cannot begin to control! Fool, she is ours and her sins forever implanted in that book you hold in your hands!"

The old woman watched in horror as the leather bound book floated towards the dark energy. The woman howled in pain when a burning sensation took control of her body. The ferocious laughter rang through out the cottage. However, something happened the dark forces did not intend. A bright light shot out from the book and hovered over it and a voice mingled with chaos.

"What was said though confined in darkness brings hope for the future, so blessed with light it will become. The outcome of prophecy shall be grey for light and dark to play."

Author's Note: Sorry to cut that short but Prologues are usually short anyway! D So far so good eh? If you think so, reviews are helpful, kind and generous.

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and J.K. Rowling are the masterminds of the originals. I'm just a fanfic writer who wishes to pay tribute to her favourite creative geniuses. In other words, those you recognize are theirs, those that you don't are mine…D

Timeline: Well the year 1980 seems to be the canon year. However, this fic is different. I rather want to play around with the fact that even though Rowling gave blatant clues about the year, she wants us to think of the here and now events. Seeing that Order of the Phoenix was published in 2005, I wanted to play around with those dates. According to those dates, The Philosopher's Stone was published in 1997. With that in mind, in this story, Harry will be born 1988 and Voldemort defeated in 1989.

The Buffy the Vampire Slayer refers to the Harry Potter universe, significantly Willow saying (and I quote); "…you go all Dumbledore on me…" (End quote). Let's just say J.K. Rowling never existed (HAH, sorry dear favourite author of mine) and didn't write it. That way it makes sense that the Scoobies get confused about the types of magic. For the Wizarding world, they're so isolated that they don't know half the demons, dimensions, or gods out there. Well not isolated, misinformed. The Scoobies are essentially still in High School when this prophecy occurs, roughly in the third season but I could be wrong.

To make it easier for everyone: Post Season 7 and Pre-Post Order of the Phoenix. That's all and once again, reviews are helpful, kind and generous! D

P.S. I need a beta-reader if anyone's interested…S