A/N: so I know you must all hate me right now, but I'm feeling unloved because I'm not receiving a healthy dose of reviews so I was unsure on how to approach the next chapter. So my ultimatum is that if I don't receive at least fifteen reviews for this chapter I won't update it, I use a lot of my free time going over my chapters as carefully as possible to make sure that they are the best quality for you guys, please don't make me feel under appreciated.

NOW, on to the less serious stuff, we have two special guests to give the disclaimer today because technically I'm bored of doing it myself . Please welcome Gred and Forge Weasley!

Gred: hey Angel-

Forge: you know how much you love us-

*suspicious glare* Me: why are you guys looking at me like that… hey? What do you think you're- George, what do you think you're doing with that rope? Fred don't you dare put your hand- mmpphh!

Gred and Forge: don't worry about Angel guys, she is in responsible hands, our hands! Hehehe! Oh and by the way, none of the recognisable characters belong to Angel, they belong to JKR!

Gred: *sigh* I wish I belonged to Angel, I'd definitely be of more use to her… anyways enjoy!

Angel: mmmpphhhh!

Flashback seventeen years

Sybil Trelawny was making her way to the Three Broomsticks, her many bead necklaces and bracelets making her look like a walking glitter bug, she almost jingled. Her magnifying glasses gave the impression of a demented owl, and she had the unmistakeable stench of cooking sherry wafting from her pores.

She quickly made her way through the skin numbing snow that was nearly knee deep and entered the warmth of the pub, looking around for Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts. She sat at a corner booth staring off into space as she tried to access her Inner Eye, she was so focused she didn't notice the garishly dressed Headmaster slide in next to her as she was caught in an honest to Merlin vision. It was not clear, just scenes; some good, some bad. Certain faces stood out, at first a pale boy with emerald eyes and then a willowy girl with molten silver eyes, she heard words being spoken and did not know who was saying them:

A lost princess and a lion with scales

Will unite fully under the ancient magic of the soul

Pulling the world from the darkness

The dark and the light will be in balance once again

Beware enemies of the heiress

Retribution lurks around the corner

After her vision, she blinked and looked up at a startled Albus Dumbledore and smiled serenely,

"Hello Headmaster, I hope you didn't eat any strawberries today , Mercury and Mars are in conjunction, it could be detrimental to your health."

Dumbledore blinked, then decided that it would be best to recall her words later and started with the job interview. Little did he know that somebody had already overheard and was planning on alerting the people who may be very well interested.

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Alecto was sitting in Amara's nursery, bored out of her mind, she usually humoured Tom and his protective tendencies but this was taking it too far! She knew that Dumbledore was dangerous, but locking her in the house wouldn't deter him if he wanted to take her baby girl.

She sighed and looked down at her baby girl adoringly, her wispy ebony black hair was starting to grow again at an alarming rate. Her wide silver eyes were sparkling and watching the magical star toys that twinkled all around the nursery. Quickly putting Amara to her breast to feed, she thought back to what she had heard from Snape, fear started to bloom unwillingly as she thought of all she and Tom had gone through when Amara was born.

She didn't want to believe that Twinkles was after her darling little girl, so she liked to act as if nothing was wrong. She had seen Tom watching her as she played with Amara, his princess was his world, he tried to put her in a little bubble, like a fragile flower. But Amara was more powerful than that, she couldn't be contained like that. Eventually she would want to know what the outside world was like.

As the door opened, she ducked her head as Amara's magic made a book zoom across the room and hit its target.

"Ow!"

Alecto giggled, "you should know by now to duck when you come into her room."

She turned to look at her husband of five years, who was rubbing his forehead, although she and Tom did not always see eye to eye, but she loved him with all her body, mind and soul. She detached Amara from her feed, cleaned her mouth and handed her to her father who held her like precious, fragile china. Alecto had never thought that Tom would take to fatherhood like a duck to water, but he would spend hours just staring at his daughter or reading to her from the extensive Riddle library in front of the warm fireplace.

"How is my beautiful princess this afternoon? Have you been a good girl for your mother?"

"She has been just perfect. We went for a walk in the greenhouse and she helped me pick out a dress for tomorrows ball."

Tom smiled at his four month old daughter, who was kicking her legs and smiling at the sight of her father. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his two girls, he would even lay down his life for them, they were the sole reason for his living and what he was trying to achieve at the moment, and he would be damned if he let that old twit of a man who believed himself to be the greatest- wizard- since- Merlin, take them away from him.

A dainty hand placed itself onto his heart and he looked up at his wife. Amara was the carbon copy of her mother, except she had inherited her father's silver eyes, his wife's purple eyes, looked up at him in love and yet he could see slight bags from lack of sleep caused by the prophecy.

He kissed her forehead, "I do not want you to worry anymore about this damned prophecy, I want you to focus on our princess and keeping her safe. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to either of you."

She nodded and laid a kiss on her daughters forehead as she said I love you to both of them. Little did she know that it would be the last time she would be able to do so for nearly eighteen years…

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ELEVEN YEARS LATER

Deep in the mountains of Albania in unknown forests of twisted misshapen trees whistled violently as the grey smoky clouds seemed to sweep the life out of the forest as they crept across the sky. there was a deadly, bitter atmosphere that seemed to suck the life out of you, it had an eerie chill in the air that reminded those that had unfortunately encountered Dementors.

You could almost feel the evil that tainted the pure, fresh air, it was unfocused but powerful.

The air shimmered and the wind stirred as if waking from a deep slumber, and a faint trace of ancient magic stirred and a whisper, faint but caressing like silk upon harp spoke:

"Amara… she lives."

A/N: A big thank you to everybody that stuck by me. The past few months have been very hard on me when we were hit with the tragedy of my grandmothers death, may her soul rest in peace. I kinda forced myself to finish this chapter although it's not very long, just a filler and a little history behind my story. I didn't want my sorrow to come out in my story, thank you to everyone, I love you all. BTW, I'm still looking for a beta, pls someone help me out.

Peace and Merry Xmas in advance

Angel xoxox