Harry Potter and the Prophecy of Light and Darkness

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter, Characters and such belong, to J.K Rowling, Bloomsburg, Scholastic, and Warner Bros.

Chapter 1: In good company

July 22^nd, 1997

~*~*~*~* 3725 Lisbon Lane… Montgomery Estate…Stratford-on-the-Lake~*~*~*~*

7:45 p.m.

She had always been especially close to Nana Amelia (Amy). As a child, she had spent every summer with her Grandmother and Grandfather at their Estate in Stratford-on-the-Lake. Maybe it was because they looked so much alike, unlike her mother, with her light blond hair and baby blue eyes, straight narrow teeth, and classical model looks, or maybe it was because they acted so much a like, or talked so much a like, but the bond she had with her Mother’s mother was unbreakable. She was there for every major achievement in her life. Her steadfast friend, that she always turned to, there when she was born, there when she got her first academic award, there when she finished at the top of her class in Elementary school and there the day she got her letter inviting her to Hogwarts.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~

“So Angel what would you like for breakfast?” Amy asked the precocious 10-year-old sitting at the round oak table.

“Can I have Waffles with strawberries?” Mione asked in a hopeful voice, her large brown eyes looked at her with anticipation.

“And whip cream?” Amy asked smiling warmly at the little girl.

“Yes, thank you…” Mione said in her ever serious voice. She turned her attention back to the large book she was reading. If nothing else, Amelia lived to instill that only through knowledge did true self-peace exist. Amelia nodded and went to the cupboard and started taking out the ingredients she needed to make her youngest granddaughter her favorite breakfast.

“So what are you reading now?” Amelia asked as she began putting the ingredients in the mix bowl, However, when she didn’t respond she turned to see what was captivating her Angel’s attention. She smiled at what she saw. Hermione sitting in her usual seat was nothing new, but the large brown barn owl that was in front of her with a letter clapped in its beige beak was still something she was getting use too.

“A letter from Adam?” Amelia asked as the owl dropped the letter in front of the young girl and took flight back up the chimney (from which it presumably came from). Adam was Hermione’s cousin and up until last her the two had been practically inseparable, But a letter from and owl right before his 11^th birthday had changed all that. Now fresh out of his first year at Beauxbatons Academy of magical learning in Franc. The two cousin from the looks of still had as much in common as ever.

“No, It’s from Hogwarts. ” The girl said in a cautious voice as she looked at the pale parchment, running her fingers over the rough paper and flipping the back to stare at the crest, with careful fingers, she open the envelope and pulled out two more sheets of parchment, unfolding them carefully she began to read. She watched a mirage of emotions flash across the girls face, from scrutiny, to wonder and finally to amazement.

“What does it read?” Amelia asked calmly. Instead of answer the young girl wordless handed the woman the letter and she began to read.

Dear Miss Granger,

We are please to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins September 1^st. A representative of the school will be at your home tomorrow at 9:00 am to answer any further questions.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

“Wow, just like Adam…This is great sweetheart.” Amelia said as she handed the letter back to the young woman with a smile. Before leaning down and kissing her on top of her curly head.

The rest of the day had passed in a dream, by the end of the day her anticipation for whom she would meet tomorrow was almost boiling over. It took hours for her to fall asleep and when she finally did it was with strange dreams filled with a tall dark stranger, whom said he would be coming for her that punctured her dreams that night. She was awoke by 6:00, cold, sweaty and even more nervous now with three hours to go before the Hogwarts representative came to her summer home. Her parents arrived an hour before whom ever was coming would be there and Amelia called her into the library ½ an hour before hand and talked to her.

“Angel, Your parents and I want you to know, no matter what choice you make it will be your decision entirely. The path that you choose will be one of your own designs. If you choose not to go, you will still be enrolled in Castilian Institute. If you choose to go to Hogwarts, that’s fine as well. Do you understand?” Amelia asked in her ever patient voice as she looked at the girl, her black eyes clear, calm, her full red lips in a soft smile.

“Yes, I’m not sure, but I’d like to know what my options are before I decide.” Mione said in her ever serious voice. Amelia smiled softly not surprised by the young girls answer. When the door bell rang the both women got up and went to foyer. Hermione stopped before she was to the door looked at her reflection in the mirror and smoothing back her wide hair. She took a deep breath as Nana open the door and let the guest inside. She realized at once even before he even spoke a word, that she would be going to this school. He was extremely tall, with long white hair and beard that could easily be tucked into his belt, his style of dress was unlike anything she had ever seen. In robes of Midnight blue, with moving stars and half circle moons like the glasses on his long crooked nose, full pink lips in a genial smile and the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore entered her home and changed her life as she knew.

~*~*~*~*~*~End Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Now as she stood in the over crowed ballroom at her Grandmother’s Estate, Celebrating her Nana’s 56^th birthday. She could help but wonder why she was so diplomatic. The band was playing an old tune, and she watched as her Nana and Papa danced in graceful melody. She along with her parents sat in the parlor all four asking questions, but Nana was the only face whom showed not an ounce of surprise at the answers that warm summer day give by the unusual dressed older man. There was a calmness about her that no matter how hard she tried Mione could never rustle this woman. Therefore, as her grandparents separated, it was with purposeful strides that she walked to where her grandmother was the center of attention. The candle lit chandlers giving the light bronze complexion a warm honey glow, enhancing the graying curly black curls that were held up, showing of the seemly neck, her eyes full of merriment as she talked to her children, grandchildren and friends she had made over the past 56 years. Her laugher echoing through out the classically beautiful room.

“Hi, Nana, Happy Birthday…” Hermione said as she stepped forward and placed a kiss on her smooth cheek. For 56 years old the women looked no older then 36, Standing together, people often mistook them for mother and daughter, not grandmother and granddaughter. Her mother was very fair, and looked more like her grandfather. Hermione on the other hand looked more like Amy, but with lighter hair and eye color. The other differences were the lines about Nana’s eyes and mouth spent from a lifetime of laughter. At 5ft 6in in height, with shapely legs, narrow waists, flat tummies and high voluptuous chests, both were an eye full.

“Mione, you look beautiful, I’m so happy you’re here.” Amy said as she wrapped her strong arms around the young woman that looked more and more like her everyday.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I haven’t been around that much, I’ve been…Busy.” She said as she stopped unsure of how to tell this to Nana, but at the same time feeling, that she would understand.

“That’s fine, will you have time to stay awhile.” Nana asked expectantly.

“Yes, for the week, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about, but it can wait.” Hermione said quietly, leaning forward in a soft whisper.

“Don’t worry your parents told me what happened, meet me in the garden in about an hour ok, Angel.” Nana said in a reassuring voice. She leaned back and Mione nodded slight indicating that she would be there, come hell or high water.

She spent the next hour talking to relatives she had not see in ages. Most knowing about her being a witch and were she had gone to school. She had looked for Adam. Hoping to see him, His parent had said he was running late but would be there in a little while. Both Congratulating her on her O.W.L.’s and talked about what was going on with her. She danced with a few young men in attendance, but when the clock struck 9:00 p.m she excused herself and went to the Garden through the French doors. The night was warm, the jasmine and hibiscuses, were in full bloom, the white roses shown brightly under the glossy moon. She followed the stone path, down to the statue of Aphrodite, on the plinth, in the middle of the fountain.

“You know if I hadn’t survived Cancer, I wonder what Mr. Potter would do without you.” Amy said kidding as she and her cousin Adam came walking down the path. Like Hermione, he too was looked very much like their grandmother, and the only other magical in her family. He was starting his 7^th year at Beauxbatons Academy. His father Edward was his mother’s twin brother. Adam was tall over 6ft with short curly brown hair and dark blue eyes. Like Hermione he was at the top of his class, Up for head boy and had gotten all O’s in his O.W.L.’s. They had corresponded for years and until fourth year had written to each other all the time, but as things that had heated up over the 5^th year, their letters hadn’t flowed as easily because of the resurrection of one Lord Voldemort and that had been hard on both the cousin to whom were as close as brother and sister. Seeing him now was a great relief, and she felt the tension that she carried on her sore shoulders lift. She smiled widely and sprung up from her seat, enveloping him in a bear hug.

“God, am I happy to see you, and what do you mean by that Nana…When did you have Cancer?” Mione asked in surprise as let go of her cousin and turned to look at the woman whom never ceased to amaze her.

“I want both of you to sit down first, and then I’ll explain…” Amy said calmly as she looked at her Grandchildren with a stern look. Both teens sat down obediently, casting a questioning look at one another, before looking up at the women.

“Ok, let’s see…First I want you two to know how proud I am of the both of you, and how much I love you. Secondly, this is a mystery that I have yet to piece entirely together, but it does affect the both of you. At least I believe it does, and both your headmasters agree. So tomorrow, we will be going into hiding. Your parent’s and I have decided to give you the choice to stay or come with us. If you stay Albus said, he will take on the role of Godfather and legal guardian on both of your behalves. Adam even though you are 17 you are an emancipated by Wizarding law, But I trust you would want to spend your time with Mione. Albus said he would be more then happy to accept you into Hogwarts and said that he will, if you choose to go there, will appoint you Head Boy. So now it’s up to you…” Amy said solemnly as she bowed her head. Tears falling from her coal black eyes as she kneeled before her stunned grandchildren whose lives would never be the same….