Disclaimer: Refer to chapter four.
Short chapter. Very short chapter.
Crimson. It's all over the place. I think I'm possessed.
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Voldemort no longer "trusts" me.
He found me in his room. We dueled. Yes, we dueled. I dueled with the most powerful Dark Lord of all time, and survived to live the tale… sort of. I've been bleeding profusely the past couple of days. But I found what I was looking for. I found what I needed to know. Now, I wish I hadn't.
The man is a psychopath. A total wacko, not that I just noticed this.
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I also wormed this out of Wormtail (hmmm… ironic some how?) who heard it from Severus:
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…"
Two children fit this description. Two babies whose destiny falls on this prophecy. Two innocent victims, but only one will be haunted by it. One.
And no one can help save the child from a horrible life and… possibly death.
Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter. Who will it be?
Well, we're all about to find out.
Author's Note: I told you this was going to be short. Don't hate me.
Is it wacko, or whacko? O.o;; I bet you it's wacko.. right?
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