a/n: hi this is my first story!!! i love harry potter and i came up with a realy neat idea so i thought id post it. ok plz no flames or anyting but review review revew! i love reviews, they make me update faster and they make me happy :)
Prologue: The Prophecy
It was a dark and stormy night, and lightning tore through the sky as the icy, stabbing rain pounded on the hard unforgiving earth. No living things were on the street this terrible night except for one figure. The hooded stranger glided through the rain like a ghost and ignored the rain looking at only the bundle in their arms. The wrapped up bundle screamed in terror, for she was scared and did not know what was happening. The omnious cloaked figure ignored the screams and continued their way through the dark wet streets.
The cloaked figure looked in discust at the streets around them. Muggle streets. They were nothing like them, muggles. He was glad that he did not have to be near muggles often, because he did not like them. The cloaked figure thought of them as incompetent compared to his kind... wizards. They were useless, really, the world had no use for muggles. One day he hoped to never see their kind again.
The crying bundle shook in his arms, and he looked at her with hate. So this would be his future enemy... well, not anymore. This child, for being what she was, would suffer just as he had suffered... and she would live with the muggles, unloved and unknown, for the rest of her miserable days, and she would never bother him. He made sure of it.
He finally stopped in front of a large building. He put the bundle down, still ignoring her cries and looking at her with disdain. Quietly, he muttered:
"The one who has the key to end the reign of the Dark One draws near... Born of heavens and the earth, the Key knows neither... Spirited away from her Rightful Place by a Dark Power, the one with the key will reunite with her homeland and know the embrace of her family briefly before Fate's every vengeful grasp will force her to face her demon, the Dark One... Neither a match in strength nor in magic, the Dark One and the Key will face each other in battle and both will fall, one victim to the selfless power of Love, the other victim to Vengeance born of the power of Love... For the Key is neither hero nor weapon but tool in the Battle between the Chosen One and the Dark One, she will be coveted and revered but, in the climax of the storm, she shall be either be the Chosen's Right Hand or the Chosen's Fatal Weakness, pitching the world either into Everlasting Peace or Eternal Chaos... The Key to end the Reign of the Dark One draws near..."
"Not if I can help it," he said. He stood up and turned away from the bundle, not once looking back. He quickly disappeared into the night.
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