*Used some lyrics from Rise by Skillet* Check that song out, it's great!*

Most people were ignorant to magic which was constantly being performed on and around them; the selective few that were more sensitive stayed clear from what was happening in this dark world. The present that I have come to, seems more bleak and dismal that what I had previously remember. Had I done this?

News Channel Five at 9:00

"The economy has been slowly retracting into what people might call the next worldwide recession, economists are predicting a bigger impact on average citizens worse than when the housing market bubble burst in 2008. Many are losing their jobs, their homes, and in many cases, their hope." The news woman ended with a dreary remark. Her partner continued.

"The next meeting of world leaders is to continue next Wednesday in a guarded location. Do you think they will be able to come to a consensus before things get worse?"

"I'm truly afraid if they don't."

"Frightening? Isn't it?" I couldn't look away from the television, it was alarming at the way the human world began to crumble faster than I had remember so.

"I agree. This is getting much worse than anyone could have predicted."

"I wouldn't say that particularly, some did predict this."

"Yeah, and who would that be?" I turned to some mousy woman standing a short distance from my position. Suspicious spacing, why keep such distance if she insisted on speaking?

"Several of top economists have been talking about this economic decline for months, politicians wait until the very last second to do anything about it. They insist on not doing anything too rash, but honestly this is how we get into these downfalls. People don't react fast enough, lives are on the line."

"Yeah, they do." She was educated to say the least but something didn't seem completely right.

"I'm sorry, my name is Melissa." She extended her hand for me to shake. Wearily I reached out, but something kept me from touching her. Something seriously wasn't right.

"I need to go Melissa. Another time." I quickly moved from the aisle that she had cornered me in.

"Soon Vivian."

"Shit, shit, shit. She's a fricken tracker." Fazing a tracker was severely annoying. After several minutes I grew tired of this cat and mouse game. I decided to corner her in an alleyway. "Who sent you?" The pathetic demon, blinked out of my grasp but replied.

"Now, why would I tell you that? That would just be too easy." Quickly I began to rate her threat to me, she was just a low-level demon, nothing that could match my powers. I smiled.

"Well you must not know who you're dealing with; because this conversation would be done and over with, if you truly knew." She blinked again, and causally sat upon a dumpster, that was right next to me.

"On the contraire, I was well informed about you." She blinked and her voice caused me to turn around. She only stood a few feet away. "Enough to know that you would confront me, but it did throw me for a loop when you decided to flee. But as I was told you would take the bait. Now, you want to figure out the intentions of the ones that have sent me. Am I correct?" A crude sneer grew on her face, she knew that her taunting was bothering me.

"Well, I just, not that it concerns you, it would be clearer if you clarified who sent you, and then I will know of their intentions for me." I was trying to sound unnerve, but she could tell that I was stumbling over my own words. Her crude sneer, twisted into a satisfied smile of false triumph.

"Really, because I think this concerns me a tad bit. I mean, I know something you wished to possess. Like who sent me. Ha, doesn't it bother you that you can't figure it out? It's really simple you could figure it out by coming with me." She stuck her arm suggestively, for me to take it. I sneered with utter disgusted at her suggestion, does she really think, I'm that naïve?

"Do you really believe that I'm that daft? I'm to assume that you believe that I would easily go with you, to somewhere undisclosed, to see someone that has some kind of mild interest in me. I think that I'm done with this conversation. Tell your superiors to back off." She had the nerve to grab my arm.

"Now, now what let's not make such hasty decisions." She directed us out of the alleyway, into a mass of bustling people walking down the street. "Let's just talk about this. Maybe somewhere private." She blinked, but this time I joined her. As soon as we made to the destination, I pushed away from her, clearly unhappy. My eyes flashed black, this time I wasn't playing her game, and she was going to pay the consequences of her actions. I began to circle her; she just smiled, thinking she had an advantage.

"I don't know who you are, but you have made a huge mistake." I snatched her up off the floor, even for my small stature, I had a lot of strength. She tried to blink away, but it didn't work this time. I laughed with such delight; she was stuck in my grasp. Panic began to set in for her, she wasn't anticipating this from me..

"Tell me who sent you and I won't kill you." Her eyes were darting back and forth, not sure what to do. Die painfully, or give away her superiors and maybe live another day. My gripped began to tighten.

"I'm not telling you." She said firmly.

"Wrong answer." Her body erupted with flames, she screamed. Then I waved the flames away. "Now just tell me. Otherwise, I'm afraid that your time with me, might just get a little hotter." I laughed, it was a worthless pun, but it was just so amusing at the moment. "Well." I was starting to get impatient. A small flame crept up her leg, it trickled farer and farer up her torso, she screamed.

"It was the queen. Just let me go. Don't kill me." I scowled in disapproval; my mother was looking for me.

"Sorry, but from the moment I saw you, I knew you would die by my hand." And just like that, she was gone. The flames consumed her body, and power was now in my possession. It was unnerving that my mother was looking for me, the last time she had saw me she wanted to end my life. Had she changed her mind, had my father sent her, were they even talking? The anxiety was building in my chest; I needed something to calm me. My next stop was small diner in Ohio. I decided to sit in a relax state, enough to let my stomach hang freely, even though, my stomach was virtually non-existent.
"Breaking news…on I-23 tonight, the Matthew family formerly of Detroit, Michigan, now of own local Armour Springs was crushed to death by a semi that skid into cement median and went over the edge of the southbound onramp." I turned to the television in the corner of the diner. The news story was captivating my attention. "The family of five had no chance of escaping the flipping semi. The truck driver was taken to the hospital, for surprisingly minor injuries. Police did not disclose whether the driver was intoxicated or not." I quietly laughed to myself, the truck driver would probably be held liable drunk or not. And it wasn't even his fault, causing motor accidents was a great past time of the demons that served the source. One of them would cause the accident and they would bet on how many would die. It was quite amusing. Suddenly, a cold wind flew right threw me, someone very powerful arrived, and quickly my fears were confirmed. The seat across from me, scooted closer to mine and my whole body went stiff. I didn't dare look until she spoke.

"Surprise, surprise, it looks like you weren't excepting to see me tonight, were you Vivian?" I looked at my mother, she carried a sadistic smile on her face, but it was kind of hidden by an ugly gash that lined her face. My horrified expression made her laugh.

"Are you going to answer me or are you going to fail at this too?" I looked away, ashamed and she mocked me like I deserved.

"I didn't mean too." Was all I could say, I was at a loss for words.

"You didn't mean too. What kind of answer is that? You were raised for power, but here you sit unable to answer your own mother. How pathetic." It was so true. "Now I can tell why you have been hiding, other than your failure. You have become weak. You even became so careless; you killed the tracker that I sent. That's how I found you. So careless, so weak and pathetic." I stayed composed but was severely hurt by her words.

"I'm not pathetic, or weak. But I can't stand your or father's disappointment."

"My disappointment. You just don't want to face the consequences of your actions. Well, now you get a good look, this scar, right here," she pointed to her face, "Is because of you, and I cannot hide it, even if I change forms."

"I highly doubt that is what you spent all this time trying to find me for, over a blemish." Her arrogance was her downfall, much like my own. I jumped when she pounded her fist on the table. The surrounding patrons looked over at us accusingly.

"I do have premonitions you know, and a couple days ago, that prophecy of you and Voldemort became so clear." I was slightly confused, but I let her continue. "Voldemort didn't die because he had another horcrux out there, and it is inside of you." She patted my stomach. And it all clicked. I knew why Voldemort didn't die when Harry Potter destroyed all his horcruxes. He missed the one I was carrying.

"You could have prevented this!" Why did it take her so long to figure out this unclear prophecy? It took her over sixteen years to finally connect the dots, and it turns out their ingenious plan had propelled it. "It's your fault it happen!"

"How was I to know that you were going to be a vintage whore?"

"Mother like daughter, huh? Did you ever consider that?" My anger was getting the best of me.

"How dare you speak to me that way!" Before I could reply, someone had interrupted us.

"Ma'am could you and your daughter either quiet down, or either take this…" The waitress took one gaze at our hateful stares and turned the other direction.

"What am I supposed to do?" I was on the verge of tears. She smiled.

"Well I know, what you can do, to restore my faith in you."

"What, what?!" I yelled. I was so excited to hear I could have another chance.

"Kill that thing inside you." The excitement left me as fast it came. I couldn't possibly kill my own flesh and blood, even if it was partially Voldemort's. I couldn't do it.

"I can't do that." Her smile faded and she scowled.

"I can't believe I ever called you my daughter." Was all she said. She was clearly disgusted with me.

I stood up and before I walked away, I whispered, "Then don't."

******* Elsewhere*******

A group of cloaked figures surrounded, a feeble being that was rocking back and forth on the ground. The woman was muttering incoherent threats, and wishes. The cloaked figures laughed and taunted.

"Look at her, she's going to break." Whispered one to another. The other just laughed, as he happily kicked the woman's face. More of them began to taunt and bother the feeble woman.

"Move I need to attend to our guest." A dark presence had entered the room. It was paper white, skeletal being, with red slits for eyes. It was Voldemort.

"Now, Miss Granger, I don't believe in repeating myself twice, especially for a mudblood like you. Answer me now, and possibly, I could spare you." He laughed at the thought. "Tell me, where I would have the privilege of running into that poor excuse of a wizard Potter?" The woman shook violently. Her fear intensified. It was just exhilarating to watch her cower in such a vulnerable position.

"NO! He's gone. No not telling. Haha. He's found Vivian. Haha." Screamed the shaking woman. You could clearly tell, she was pushed passed her limit; insanity had taken over. Even through the insanity, she had said something of interest, not exactly what he was looking for, but interesting indeed. He snatched her chin, and forced her to look at him. She tried tearing away his hand from her face, but her attempts were futile. Nothing was going to help her now. She started shrieking, louder and louder. It didn't faze Voldemort. A crude sneer grew on his face; as he was exploring her mind. Suddenly her eyes rolled back into her head and the room grew quiet. Her body collapsed on the floor. Voldemort turned around so suddenly, he had surprised his cloaked followers.

"Do what you please with the mudblood, she is no longer useful." He waved his hand and the cloaked figures advanced on the unconscious victim. He causally made his way towards the door, his robes fluttered through the air following him. He could possibly find the two people desired the most, within the same plain. Potter had not figured out, Vivian's true purpose, but knew that Voldemort, himself, was trying to find her through any means necessary. The closer he got to Vivian, closer he could get his hands on Potter and could finally destroy him.