Disclaimer: I am NOT J.K. Rowling! I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the Harry Potter Characters. I only own the idea behind THIS story. Thank You.

A/N: This story has been pounding at my head for the past few months and I finally decided to post it. This chapter isn't much at the moment, I know. I'm not sure how long this story will actually be, I'm thinking probably around 10 chapters. Don't hold me to that, but that's what I'm thinking at the moment. Well enough about me, enjoy the story!

Many lifetimes ago, a great prophet prophesized:

In the years of Great Darkness

A Light will come from the most unlikely of Places,

In the most unlikely Family,

As the most unlikely Child,

This Child will forever be hidden,

From Good and Evil

None shall find The Child of Light

For he or she will be lost to all

Only in the Darkest day,

In the Darkest hour

Will the Child find the Power

Though deadly to receive

The Power of Light shall forever be safe

For The Child of Light

Will be born in the most unlikely of times.

The prophecy has been passed on from generation to generation, in hopes that one-day the Light will come. Many wondering how horrific the Darkness that covered the world would have to be, for the Light to show. Most lost faith the child would ever come, for many dark times passed and no child came. Still the prophecy was passed on, for hope is a powerful thing.

Since the day the prophecy of 'The Lost Light' was foreseen, evil has been searching for a leader. One that could find the child told to bring their destruction, and obliterate the child and all who stood in their way. Any who claimed to be the Light were killed, many claimed to be the child but all were frauds, which lost their lives in hopes of fame.

Seventeen years ago, darkness took a mighty blow. Lord Voldemort, the darkest and most powerful evil to walk the earth since the days of the prophecy was told to be defeated. Many believed the Child of Light was none other than Harry Potter, for he was The-One-Who-Lived.

"Can it be Albus? Is he truly the Child?" The deputy headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, asked.

"The prophecies all point to him, Minerva. He was chosen by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and lived," Poppy Pomfrey, the school's nurse, stated before Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, could reply.

"Be that as it may, that doesn't make him the child," Severus Snape, newly appointed potions master and head of Slytherin house, drawled.

"Albus?" McGonagall asked? Startled that the wise Headmaster was abnormally quiet.

"It truly is a dark day, we have lost a great many people, but we have lost more. Something isn't right," Albus finally said. The silence hung thick in the air, while the others thought of lost comrades and lost in their memories.

The voice of Sybill Trelawney, the newly appointed Divinations Professor, broke through the silence, her voice was thick and ruff, and "The Prophecy holds true, the Light has been born, in an unlikely family, and is truly the most unlikely child. Many trials still lay ahead, and many will be mislead."

"Then it's true the Light is born in the young Potter. We must hide young Harry, and all in this room must take an oath to never reveal the truth. For the Darkness would love to get their hands on the Child," Dumbledore said cryptically, all the while denying that the Light is The-One-Who-Lived. Only one other in the room questioned Harry Potter's title.

For many years the world thought the Child of Light had come. For you see, Sybill wasn't the only one to prophesize the Light had been born; many seers 'saw' that night. They all came to the conclusion that Harry Potter was the Child. Soon the whole whizereding world knew, that Harry Potter was the one who defeated the Dark Lord and lived. The world celebrated the fall of Darkness. All told the prophecy to their children, and Harry Potter would forever be known as 'The-One-Who-Lived, the Child of Light'.

Unknown to all, a child was born on the eve of the Dark Lord's fall. A child in the most unlikely of families, the most unlikely child was born. The child grew up hearing about the great Harry Potter. The Child of Light.

The child's mother told of the 'Lost Light' prophecy many times, always ending, "and Harry Potter came," but somewhere deep within the child's heart, the truth was known. Harry Potter wasn't the Child of Light.

A/N: Again I know its short, but it's just the first chapter, its more history than anything else.

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