The God-Daughter
By Dog-Demon-Emiko
Chapter 2: All the Signs
(AN: The 'Harry Potter Series' books don't exsist in this story either. Ex: Prue won't walk into a book store and see a Harry Potter book.)
Pheobe was sitting on the couch, watching a childrens program with Wyatt, her nephew, while Prue and Piper were running around the house babbling on about something about the Elders. A comercial about tampons came on, making her flip the channel. Like a year old child would want to know about that? She had turned to the news where they were putting out a small fire. It was spring, and San Fransico hadn't gotten much rain like usual. Brush fires were popping up everywhere and there were only more to come.
The worst possible smell filled her nostrils, snapping her out of her daze and making her snort and choke. A tiny baby giggle came from the colorful playpen next to her feet.
"You did it didn't you?" she accused. He only smiled and giggled, evaporating any sort of fake anger she had.
"Pheobes did-, OH my goodness!" Prue shouted. The baby was so used to yelling it didn't even cry, only look sad and uncomfortable.
"Where's Piper?" Pheobe asked, covering her nose.
"Upstairs talking to Leo. Pheobes please go change him!" Prue heels clicked as she went into the kitchen and took a big breath.
"Ohhh, why am I always on diaper duty!" she complained. She picked up her nephew with extreme caution and carried him quickly up the stairs. The boy seemed to be humoured at her funny faces. She made quick due of changing him to get out of the nursery. She opened the window and closed the door to try and work the smell out.
As she passed the attic she faintly heard a distinct jingle and rumple of pages turning by air. "Prue!" she called, hearing the magical wind settle and moving slowly with her nephew in arms. By the time she reached the top Prue had met up with her.
"It just turned?" Pheobe nodded. Her oldest sister walked confidently over to the book and skimmed the page. Her face scrunched in confusion.
"What?" Pheobe asked as she put Wyatt into the play pen.
"It looks...like a prophecy or a reading. Listen: 'The one who will hold the final weapon for nine moons approches,
Born to great power of the earth,
From a woman of air, and a man of water, in the heat of fire,
And harnessess the gift of light.
The Dark Lord will force the chosen innocent to bear the weapon,
And the weapon will change the innocent in ways she knows not.
The black, red, and yellow to the east and west until maturity,
The power of three will be her only hope,
The destruction will begin and chaos will overpower until blood can defeat its own,
The Dark Lords shall reign,
And the hearts of the non shall live in fear for centuries until the blood can destroy its own.'"
"Does it say anything else?" Prue pointed to the bottom of the page.
"Sybill Trelawny to Albus P.W.B Dumbledore."
"Who the hell are they?" she asked. Prue shrugged then scrunched her thin eyebrows.
"Trelawny...Cassandra Trelawny was a famous seer. I remeber that from Bucklands...she had tons of portraits."
"So we should start with seers then?" Prue nodded. Pheobe flipped through the Book of Shadows while Prue searched through the numourus books she bought from the store. With the Triad and the sorce so high in power, they could never be to ready. It wasn't until an hour of searching when Piper found them looking rather bothered.
"Didn't you hear me calling you guys? What are you looking for?"
"Sorry hunny, the book did the page thingy agian and you and Leo were working some things out so we didn't want to bother you," Prue apoligized. "Have you ever heard of Albus Dumbledore or-"
"Dumbledore? The wizard? Yea, there was something about him in the book towards the back. Something about his dealings and stuff."
"Nothing about a prophecy?"
"Nope, not that I recall." The oldest and youngest sister sighed while the middle child tended to her whining son.
"You think it has anything to do with down there?" Pheobe asked. They could never root anything to the Triad or the Source. Becasue the two great evils were always fighting for dominance they could never pin something on just one of them.
"It could," Prue shrugged "but it speaks of a child. 'From a woman of air, and a man of water, in the heat of fire, And harnessess the gift of light'. What child of darkness harnesses the gift of light?"
"It also mentions the power of three, and that the 'Dark Lords' have to be killed by her, apparently."
"Lords? So maybe this is about the Triad?" Piper suggested.
"No, they are universally known as the Triad. These Dark Lords are something new."
"You know, Leo was telling me the Elders have seen saying things about the Dark Lord. Voldemort, his name is I think."
"Sounds French or something," Phoebe commented.
"Probably. Where is Leo now?" Prue asked.
"Up there, they called him away." Piper's face turned fussy agian, and the sisters guessed what their other sister had been doing when her husband got called away.
Blue lights and a jingle filled the room and everyone looked up expectantly. The lights took shape and their brother-in-law appeared. "The Elders need you to go to Britain."
"Britian?" The sisters asked in unison.
"Yea. Voldemort is terrorizing things out there and theres only one man who knows him well enough to help you."
"What about Wyatt?"
"The Elders will take him for as long as we need." The grave tone in their whitelighters voice worried them. Piper nodded and handed him over and watched her husband and son evaporate into the heavans. She turned to her sisters with her game face on. Ever since Piper had become a mom she was more and more like Prue; serious and down to bussiness. Blue lights reappeared in the triangle that they had unknowingly created with themselves. A woman with short blonde hair in pearl white robes with gold stitching stood before them.
"Leo volenteered to stay with Wyatt and said he would met up with you later. I will take you to your appointment." The Elder confirmed. The sisters nodded.
Kyra ran her hand through her thick reddish brown hair for the hundreth time that day. She was a very upset witch.
Here she was, in 12 Grimmald Place, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, locked in her room. 'It was for her own safty' they told her. Cock and bull, like she'd belive that.
She had been pulled out of her school because some old guy told her it was no longer safe for her. She didn't mind that part, she had a deep secret that was forbidden to tell, not even to her brother who was still in school. But what worried her, was that only two days that she had left, two days after her 15th birthday, her school, her home, had been attacked. Her Die Lehrerin, Dame Abendroth had been killed. The Daily Phrophet said that it was for unknown reasons, but Kyra knew better. Her loyal Headmistress would not give up her location to whoever was after her. She knew that Dame Abendroth would not be the last one to die in this war.
After she left she came to the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Here, she met her God-father, Sirius, and her parents best friend, Remus. She had also gotten to see Harry for the first time in over a year, but not for long. Only two days after he arrived he had to go back. Dumbledore wanted to avoid suspision.
Dumbledore...
He was the one who sealed her in her room. After Kyra tried to run a small breeze through the room to pick up some of the conversations they were having, he sealed her in there until meal time. Kyra wasn't one to whine or pout, but that didn't mean she wouldn't fight back, and there were scorch marks on the door to prove it. Those would definetly get her in trouble. They had taken her wand so that she didn't use any magic. Although the place was hidden with webs of spells, Kyra Potter was a powerful witch, whos magical levels already equaled to ones over twice her age. It was thanks to her gift.
For as long as she could remeber, she has had a birthmark on her chest. It was a five pointed star that steadily got darker as she grew. It was the five elements, something she had the power to bend at her will. The top star was distinctly white, showing her powers of telekinesis, powers of the mind. The others were sky blue, deep green, smokey grey, and passionate red, showing her powers over water, earth, wind, and fire. She was forbidden to show her birthmark to anyone for the sake of her safty. The mark was unheard of and also strange, along with the lighting scar on her forehead. But she shared the lightning shaped scar on her head with her brother, the five pointed star was only on her.
Kyra was a fiesty girl though, no push over. Not only was she bold from her blood, but her nanny who took care of her, Carnie Appricott, a british widow, who always told her 'Never sleep, Never die'. Basicly, don't submit, to anything. It was nanny Carnie who told her of her destiny and she cried while doing it. This made Kyra even stronger, her nanny had cried, which means that the situation was deathly serious. Her nanny always told her that she was the Daughter of Nature. She was passionate, hot-headed, and bold like fire, carefree like wind, calm and deathlylike water, and powerful like the earth.
FLASHBACK
A 5-year-old Kyra was sitting on her nannys lap looking out the window. It was a rainy day, something Kyra actually enjoyed. Rain makes you think, whether your sitting in it or looking at it from the window, you always think.
Kyras reflection played back from the dark pane. Brimming over her soft white nightgown was her birthmark. She touched it softly and sighed. Her nanny's smooth hands covered her own.
"Don't make it sound like such a burden." her voice sounded like the hum of the dryer, or flapping hummingbird wings. She loved her nannys smooth calming voice.
"I can't even go to school because of this." Kyra longed to go to school, to be normal and have fun. But she was homeschooled in her magic for now.
"It's who you are." Kyra sughed agian, making old Carnie smile. "Look," they looked at their reflections in he glass. Carnie pointed to each corner of the star. "Your eyes are like fire. They tell people that your bold, strong, and untamable."
"But I'm not strong, I'm just a kid."
"Oh no sweetie, you are strong, and you grow stonger everyday. Don't let anyone ever tell you that you arn't." She gave the child a reassuring squeeze and looked back to the window. "Now, your face," she ran her smooth hands over the girls cheeks and brushed over her forehead. "It's like water. So smooth, calm, and serene. Your body is as strong as the earth itself. You can run faster and jump higher than any other little girl that I have ever seen. And last but not least, you. Your like the wind. One second your there, the next your not. One second your happy, then your sad. Your unpredictable, just like nature. Your...nature's daughter." The woman smiled and pulled the girl into her chest. Kyra fell quickly asleep, listining to the pitter-patter of rain and the steady heartbeat of her trusted nanny.
There was a knock on her door and Kyra only grunted for entry. Dumbledore poked his head inside the door as if trying to make sure it was safe before exposing his full body.
"Kyra, the sisters are here. Remeber, they don't know who you are, so no magic."
"They think I'm a muggle?" Kyra asked, her voice almost exasperated.
"No, I mean the other magic. Although your safest with them your magic can leave large traces-"
"Of magical energy, leading Voldemort and his followers straight to me." she finished. Dumbledore gave his charge a playfully stern look. "I know how you hate to repeat yourself," she smirked. He jerked his head, motioning for her to take leave. She gave him a playful bow and smiled as she walked out. She only hoped that he didn't see the sorrow in her eyes. How she would miss Britain, Germany, and the life she once knew as a normal child. She sighed as she decended the rickety and narrow wooden stairs and into the living room. She was no no longer a teenaged girl just wanting another adventure and trying to stay out of trouble at the same time, but a living prophecy, and the key to the fate of the world.
Transaltions (german)
Die Lehrerin- headmistress
Dame- madame