Harry Delacour: The new Prophesy.

Author's Note: I will not accent words for the most part, nor write them in their "fitting" language, use common scene, for instance if they are a French family speaking with each other they are speaking French not English.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, I am merely writing a fanfiction for that universe, i hold no rights to it.

Language Rules:

'orion': thinking.

"orion": talking.

"orion": think-talking.

orion: Letters and other written things.

Prologue

Year: 1983.

Mr Dursley was seated in his customary chair in his living room, fuming. He had just given the Freak, as they called him, his customary beating, it had just been the normal beating, with the re-breaking of his legs; witch seemed to heal awfully fast, another sign of his freakiness. Now however he had gotten enough of the little brat, he needed to go, but it would look bad if he was killed near where they lived, and so a plan was forming in his mind. Looking over at his wife who was seated in the sofa, and saying to her. "Petunia dear, I think I know how to deal with that brat one time for all." He gave an evil smirk when she looked up to him.

Summer 1983

Harry was ecstatic, the Dursleys had decided to take summer vacation to France! And he had gotten to come to! Not only that but his uncle hadn't broken his bones for about two months now, and he now only beat him where it would not show. Life right now was good for the boy of three called Freak by his relatives, Harry Potter. They were currently just on the side of a road in the fresh countryside, where they had gotten out of their rented car for a break wile driving to some French city.

Harry was really liking it, staying a bit away from the Dursleys so he could avoid as much trouble as possible, he was looking over the hill at the countryside, enjoying actually getting to see something natural. Then there was a sharp pain in the back of his head and the last thing he heard was his uncle saying to his aunt. "Now all we need to do is report him missing a month after were back, and they wont find a trace, so were rid of him."

11 August, 1980.

It was now an hour since young Ginevra Molly Weasley, the first Weasley witch for who knew how long. And Molly Weasley, married to the Weasley Head of House, Arthur Weasley, was feeding her newest kid, with her new-born son resting in the crib by the bed.

Molly smiled as she watched her little girl.

One month and a few days after the summer1983.

In Scotland at the village of Hogsmead at the inn named The Three Broomsticks Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress at Hogwarts was having some tea in one of the private rooms with the Divination teacher of Hogwarts Sybill Trelawney. She had no idea how or why the other woman had managed to trick her into having tea with her, let alone been determined enough to leave her tower to do it.

The divination teacher had just finished some idle talk about Minerva dying within the month and was sipping her tea when all of a sudden she went rigid her cup falling out of her grasp and breaking on the floor. She then said in a horse unnatural voice.

"The one thought safe is now lost.

One is mate to the other and the other is mate to the one.

Leader of light manipulating and is lost on his path, not dark but no longer light.

Old prophesy rendered dead; fate has cast a new path, through blood.

The Bind removed.

The Cursed Scar by love will heal, its lightning crest made afresh.

Their destinies intertwined, one and the other become one and the same and yet are still one and the other.

To birds fire he will fall, and with him the eaters of death."

When she was done she slumped back in her chair and after a second opened her eyes, wondering why she was at The Three Broomsticks when she last remembered being in her tower, not even seeing the stunned Deputy Headmaster as she rose and headed out, back to her tower.

Minerva was stunned. so that was the reason she wanted to have tea with me here, but why not the headmaster? She though, and just as that thought finished a silvery fox-patronus entered though the wall and with Albus Dumbledore's voice said. "Minerva you're needed in my office at once, Harry Potter has gone missing." Then it whisked out of existence.

Suddenly she knew what part of the prophesy meant, and also why it had not been presented to Dumbledore, and she resolved then to not tell him of it, but rather to wait and see how fate played out. She was in a very good mood when she headed back to Hogwarts and even had trouble keeping her composure.

A/N: seems this will be my first story after all. I have a Inheritance cycle story, and a few more Harry Potter storyes in the works, to try and avoid a bit of writers block sadly. I'll try to update this regulairly, just gota get the start a bit more hammered out then chapter two is done and I can post that sometime after 1. Appritiate any reviews you might have or comments, still, I do have a full firehydrant here to deal with flamers, so don't force me to use it please.

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