45With the Snakes?
Pixie: Right then, hello. Just to let you know, suing me will result in you getting about 20pence.
Hermione: What she's trying to say is, she doesn't own anything you recognise... (bloody fangirls)
Harry: Yeah... have you seen what she does to my reputation! You get all the fame now!
Pixie: Jealous are we Harry? (LOL) Anyway, moving on... ENJOY!
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the ninth month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark her as his equal, but she will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the ninth month dies...
The prophecy was made…
A whispered
"Avada Kedavra"
The curse was cast…
But somehow, by some unknown twist of fate, by the protection of a mother's love, there was no mark left, bar a small bolt of a lightning cut, a cut that would become the most famous scar to grace the earth, the scar that made the one-year-old child who she was.
The scar that undid its maker, the scar that, as his body crumbled to dust, was the last thing the Dark Lord saw.
Her screaming woke her parents, who joyously told the world. The partying went on for weeks, months even, but she still slept peacefully, with no knowledge of what she had done, with no knowledge that she had ended an era of terror and pain, with no knowledge that she, Hermione Jane Granger was to become the most famous witch since Circe or Morgana.
Pixie: I know it's short, it's just the prolouge... next chapter up when I get 5 reviews!
Hermione: That was pathetic Pixie. You wrote like 15 lines...
Pixie: HEY! That's not fair, it's a prolouge, it doesn't have to be long!
Harry: She has a point tho Pix...
Pixie: GRRRRR!
Harry & Hermione: AGHHH! (run away)