Chibi-Meower : Welcome to the New Story! It is a Harry Potter Fan Fiction, based on the future of Hogwarts. There's a New Dark Lord, but you'll see who he is. No Spoilers from me!

Noria : Wha? I don't even get to know!

C-M : Nope. And nor anyone but me. smirk

N : No Fair!

C-M : Just Shut Up, I wanna write the story now.


The Gifted Four—Shield of Epiphany

Prologue—The Darkest Night

Darkness swelled over the home of one young baby girl. Two balloons floated sweetly in the air, a pale pink in color, with the words "It's a Girl!" resting on the helium balloons. A Dark figure passed the lampposts, each flickering out as it shifted across the road in front of it. There, standing still in the dark, was a small home, which held the new baby girl. Darkness swelled the street, eating everything in it's path. The dark figure floated over to the dimly lit home.

The lights were all off, with everyone asleep. Up on the second floor the figure looked, pulling its hood down. Now staring up at the one window was a dark skinned man, with golden eyes. His head was shaved, leaving only a small shine on his forehead. His cloak was black, flowing in the dark winds. Out of his pocket came a stick-like item, which seemed to have some aura around it. The man whispered some words, emitting a light from the stick's tip. The Man then snapped his figures softly, disappearing in a puff of smoke.

A dark smoke puff appeared in the hallway by the stairs. The man soon followed, creeping towards the newborn's door. His eyes shown more then before, as the door creaked open. The child stirred only a little in her crib, as if to turn the darkness away. The man moved ever so slowly over to the pink bed, holding the stick aloft. "Nox," he mumbled, the light fading away. His hand trembled, seeing the innocent girl, but still holding the stick up. The dark figure shouted an incantation, "Avada Kedevra!", with the child soon screaming for mercy. The child woke, staring at him. She smiled, giggling, bewildering the man.

"She should be dead." He said to himself, as he faded into the doorway. His reappeared outside again, with the lights returning. "Time for another run." The dark man pulled his hood back up, again snapping his figures, and disappearing in a puff of smoke.


A smoke ball darkened another street, dropping any light there was. The shadow pulled his hood down once more, showing the glowing eyes beneath. His stick was still in his dark gloved hand, waiting to be used. The dark man's eyes shown again, with a brighter glow then when visiting the last child. This home had nothing special, no celebration for the baby, but it was still surrounded by magic. This was the child… it had to be… The shadow crept towards another house, smaller then the last, with the porch unlit. His shadow fell through the door, followed by himself.

The man appeared by the pale blue doorway, looking for something. He looked in a crack in the door, to make sure no one was there, but seeing a woman. "The More the merrier." He whispered, slamming the door open. The woman turned quickly, holding the newborn.

"Wh-What do you want!" She stuttered, while the man flew towards her.

"Now you don't want that pretty little child to die do you?" he played with her.

"N-no..." She stuttered again.

"Then get out of the way."

"No." She said, more confidently.

"Then I have no choice."

The man lifted the stick, pointing at her. "Avada Kedevra!" Out of the tip shot a green light, hitting the woman and the child. The woman collapsed, softly cushioning the child. The child cried, while lying upon his mother's corpse. "Not… again…" The man said to himself, a bit more out of breath. He faded away once more, lifting the hood of darkness upon his head.

The darkness engulfed another street, this one full of a magic aura. The home's light still shown, through the magical eclipse. Another home, another child, another loss. But only one should live, only one should live… not all of them…


The Dark man's hood came down once more upon his shoulders. The stick still rested in his loosely drawn fist. It lay at his side, waiting for another use. Yellow grew from his eyes, shining though every light in the street. His eyes closed, and opened once more. He was in a magical street… No longer shall he lose.

Once more he crept towards a home, falling though the doorway and into the hall in front of the child's room. The room glowed with magic, waiting to be release by the child. The man slipped in through the door, soon to see another baby girl waiting. She also turned in her sleep, escaping the darkness in her dreams. She whined, still being covered in the one thing magic feared. "Wand…" She said, her eyes slowly opening. The man lifted his wand a bit higher, aiming it at the newborn staring at him. He dropped it, letting it clang on the wooden floor, and then stopping down to pick it up.

This was a pure blood one, not just any child. She was waiting for him to come… but how could she have known? The man lifted the wand up again, aiming at the young girl, whom whined and begun to cry. She sensed he was not on her family's side, and knew he was not going to give her anything she wanted. He shouted once more, "Avada Kedevra!" This body fell limb for a minute, only to wake up again, still staring into his golden eyes.

"Goo." She said

"Not… again…" He huffed, eyes lowering in intensity.

The man faded into the walls…


The darkness ate another street's lights, but one house stayed lit. It was magical… she was the last. His wand lowered to his side once more, as he walked over to the lighted home. There was a light on in the home, on the first story. He knew to avoid it, and softly snapped his fingers, fading into the darkness.

His eyes shown in the child's starry room. The child had a tuff of hair on her head, a shiny blonde. Her hair twisted with her as she rolled over, wanting to escape darkness as well. There was no escape. Darkness controls all. The child will give in…

He crept closer, the child stirring even more. The newborn half-heartedly screamed, not heard by anyone. With the eyes shining brightly, his wand lifted, he cast the spell again. "Avada Kedevra!" He felt pain worse the death itself. The pain ripped his soul from his body, eating away at his soul… breaking him down… only to leave a whisper of life left in his soul. The darkness whisp disappeared only a second before the door was slammed open.


C-M : The End of the prologue!please wait for Chapter One!

N : Aw… But who's who so far!

C-M : You think I'd tell?

N : Nooo… O.o

C-M : Exactly. So come back for Chapter one!