Prologue

The night outside was a cold yet quiet night. People were snuggled up nice and warm in there house, but for those who had no home to call their own, found sanctuary in the closest pub, keeping their own business to themselves.

A small man was seated in the darkest corner of the Hogs Head, a hood hiding his face as trying to keep it from the public, though the entire pub was empty. Terrible thoughts were rushing through his head, for he shouldn't of been there. The past couple of months had been hard for him, for he had failed his Master numerous times, and felt that his life will be put to a tragic end, if he doesn't come up with something useful to make his Master proud.

The tinkle of a bell ran through the atmosphere, diminishing silence, and distracting the only customer to look up. A lady entered who had the resemblance of a big black spider. She had several shawls draped across her body, which gave her a much more daggier look. A lot of bangles and jewellery hung from her hands and neck, which jingled whenever she moved.

She looked around the old and dirty bar, and realised she was the only person here. She took a seat at the front of the bar and waited for the barman to come and attend to her. After a few minutes of waiting, no one came.

"Butter Bear please" came the misty voice from the 2nd customer of the day.

There was a few crashes behind the bar, and the barman popped his angry face out. He slid her butter bear on the counter, and it stopped in front of this new comer. He went back to what he was doing and shut the door behind the counter.

The hooded figure found this stranger somehow interesting, for something from her presence made him feel that he was suppose to be there at that moment, but he couldn't quite put his foot on it. Not wanting to move, he sat there silent, and felt maybe he was wasting his time by putting faith in a stranger, who, for a fact, looked so lost within herself. All in all, he had nothing else to do with his night, and tried to relax a bit more, but found it impossible. He looked towards the stranger again, and wasn't sure why she held such a strong presence. After staring at her contently, she suddenly dropped the Butter Bear she was holding. Her arms fell to her side and her head rolled back. The hooded figure quickly ran to the stranger to see if she was alright and when he reached her, her misty voice started to sound.

"The heir of the Dark Lord will be the next powerful figure to both good and evil. His father will be a pureblood - the wealthiest of all, and His mother will be muggleborn, - the most smartest of all."

With that, she jerked out of her trance and eyed curiously the hooded figure stranding near her.

"What you looking at?" she said in an almost annoyed voice.

The hooded figure backed away slowly, trying to register what just happened. He stumbled back out the door, leaving an irritated lady along with a cheesed off barman who hadn't got his money for the drink.

The hooded figure glided as fast as possible along the dark streets of Diagon Alley. When he reached the edges of the Dark Forest, he slipped in unnoticeably with a huge smiled plastered on his face.

"This could be it" he said to himself, and gave himself a small chuckle. "Perfect timing!"

A couple minutes walking fast through the forest, he reached a very small abandoned cabin. It's windows had cracks in it and no lights showed any detail that someone was living there at all. He opened the front door quietly, which led him to a steep spiral case that led down. It was very dark, but his feet led the way down the stairs. A small light flickered off the walls. It started to get hot down here, because although on the outside it looked like a cabin, inside, was a hidden dungeon. He walked and walked, until he reached a large richly made room. The walls were cover in a dark green, and statures of snakes were plastered all over the room. There was a huge round table situated in the middle of the room, and the dark mark engraved directly in the middle of the table. Several others were seated around the table, though two seats were not filled. One belonged to this hooded figure, and the other to his …

"Master!" came the squeaky voice. The obvious pride he held while running through the dark forest had completely diminished.

"Your late Wormtail" came a dark and cold voice. A tall figure was standing with his back turned.

"I have excellent news Master!"

His Master turned around to show his face. His face was not normal at all. His eyes had slits and definitely did not look human at all. Wormtail cowered back a little bit, while his Master looked deep into his eyes. His Master gave a quick nod, accepting his offer of 'excellent news'.

Wormtail explained everything that had happened. When he reached the bit 'His father will be a pureblood - the most wealthiest of all', they all looked towards a quite handsome older male. He had pure white hair, along with steel grey eyes that looked like they could kill. His face expression stayed calm.

"My son will not wed a filthy mudblood." Came his calm and steely voice.

The Dark Lord moved towards this person and gestured for the person sitting next to him to move. The Dark Lord sat in his place.

"Lucious, my dear friend, we've got to understand the circumstances." Came the Dark Lords slithering voice. "If this prophecy is to be treated truly, we must sacrifice. But just think about it, a Malfoy, the heir to Lord Voldemort!"

The Dark Lord looked sincere this moment to run through his thoughts.

"He wouldn't have to stay with her forever I suppose." He said in an almost childish way. Power had always meant a lot to the Malfoy family. He cleared his mind, and focused all his thinking towards his future grandson. "He would be the next powerful being in the world ..." Lucius' voice trailed off, deep in thought, as if it had just registered into his mind.

"Exactly!" Came the Dark Lords voice. He looked very triumphant at that moment. For he felt that everything was in his power now. Nothing could go wrong until –

"Hermione Granger!" Came a rough whisper from Lucius. He said this name with such disgust, that he couldn't believe he had even said it. His thoughts were running mad around his head. "Only the best for a Malfoy" he thought. "She is quite smart, and intelligent. Beautiful in her own way … but the blood" he couldn't get that thought out of his head. "But she's the only one … The best one .."

"She is the best one" came the Dark Lords voice, almost reading Lucious' mind. "I have met her once before, back in her first year. Even at that age, she could level with the Third Year students at Hogwarts. It's got to be her! There's no one else!." His voice sounded final.