A/N: First off, this here is my second story to be posted to FF, though I will have plenty of others to write (hopefully).

Now first thing I would like to clear up is that I will not be posting frequently or even on a schedule. Writing takes time, as most will know, and I need inspiration to write. I'm also working on a third FanFic, whose first chapter I will be posting in the next couple of days. Due to this, all three will have sporadic updates, due to the load of work they will need.

Thank you for reading, and please review and PM me of any changes that may need to be made for grammatical changes.

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A prophecy was told in ages past, heard by few, but uttered by many. It told of the coming of four siblings, when evil was at its worst, when the people of Assiah needed help the most.

When times are at their worst

When death is ever present

Four siblings shall be born

To the blue flamed god

As the seventh month dies

To a woman who has thrice defied the darkness.

The first shall be brave and true

The second loyal and just

The third intelligent and kind

While the fourth, ambitious and cunning.

They will have power that none shall know of

Vanquishing the darkness with blinding light.

By themselves they will be unstoppable

But together, they will be invincible.

Over time, the prophecy had come true on multiple occasions, fending of the darkness that had attempted to enslave humanity. However, on one ill-fated Christmas Eve, a fraud of a seer came across the prophecy, and altered it to regain her standing.

She told the prophecy to one Albus Dumbledore, who, while at first was disappointed in the lack of skill, was easily fooled by her 'prophetic wisdom', as she recited the prophecy that doomed the world.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches

Born To those who thrice defied him

Born as the seventh month dies

And the Dark Lord shall mark hum as his equal

But he will have power that 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 Approaches

Born as the seventh month dies

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Pain. That was all Harry could feel. Searing, blinding, white hot pain.

He could heard muffled sobs next to him from Ginny, still slightly pale from the effects of the Tom Riddles diary. He didn't know what she was crying about, though he had some ideas. He shifted slightly from his kneeling position on the chamber floor to get a better look at her.

"Are you okay Ginny?" Harry asked quietly, hissing slightly from the searing in his veins. "Are you sure you are alright?"

"It's just, e-everything, it-it was all me. The dead-", she drew a shaky breath at this, "- The dead chickens, the blood on-on the walls, letting the Basilisk out in the first place. If it wasn't for the-the diary every th-thing that happened this year. It's all my fault." She let out a breath, slightly steady now, no longer crying.

"Oh my god, look at your arm Harry. What happened?" Ginny gasped in shock as she saw the puncture wound in his arm.

Harry grasped the Basilisk fang in his hand, slightly shaky now. 'Am I going to die?' he thought before answering. "This is what caused it" he replied, holding up the fang. "And I think it's too late for me. The poisons gotten too far by now. If I were you, I would get out of the chamber. There's been a collapse in the roof, but Ron's been trying to make a hole for you to get out."

"But, I don't want to leave you, Harry. You can't just stay here and die. We've got to get-"

"I said leave, Ginny. I can't be helped now. Go!" Harry cut in. "Just go, and tell them the truth of what happened. I'm sure that Dumbledore will believe you when you tell him."

Ginny looked shocked at Harry, not because of his tone, but because of his eyes. Unbeknownst to Harry, his eyes had flickered from their usual emerald green, to a deep blue with red pupils. However, she nodded in response, and after hesitating for a second, got up from her knees and ran back to the entrance.

As all this had happened, Harry could feel the searing, blinding pain spreading further and growing in strength. It had turned slightly euphoric, in a way, as black spots slowly started to cross his vision. When he saw Ginny leave the chamber, he finally let go of the fang in his hand, accepting his inevitable death.

The last thing he noticed before his vision went completely black, was a blinding blue light, and a sudden surge of magic coming from his core.

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In three offices all across the world, alarms started blaring madly.

The first was in the office of Albus Dumbledore, who had started to slightly doze off in his chair. As the alarms started, Dumbledore jumped to his feet, wand raised, expecting an attack. He calmed slightly when he found no one in his office, and quickly turned to the source of the noise.

One of the whirring gizmos in his office was spinning madly, letting off an ear splitting screech while it spun like a spinning top. He stared at it in horror, never having expected this to start spinning in hs many years as Headmaster. It signaled that there was a demon in the halls of Hogwarts, but how it had managed to get that far, he had no idea. Of course, he was always alerted when they tried to enter the grounds, but they had never made it through.

A second ornament stood on another table, thin golden tendrils forming a tree, each golden branch holding the purest of gems. Each one glowed brilliantly, signifying the strength of many compelling charms still in use. One gem, however, had gone dull and dark, the charm no longer in use. Albus frowned in thought, as this emerald showed the strength of the compelling charm on Harry.

A third object stood on the same table as the golden tree. This object, however, looked different to what it had been only hours before. Albus was seething in anger as he realized that his puppet was now no longer under his control. What used to be an ornately carved, and seemingly solid, dark wood cube, with ornate golden inlay in intricate spirals, with small emeralds and sapphires found across its surface. The inside of the cue, normally inlayed with the finest silks of blues and greens, was now a charred wreck, small blue flames dancing across the surface of the wood.

Albus hadn't known what to expect when the alarms went off, but now he had a fairly clear idea of what had happened.

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The second office was the office of one of the Grigori, in the Vatican. While Balthasar was casually signing forms (this form of exorcism can be allowed, no he wasn't going to outlaw magic) etc. etc., the alarms started blaring, announcing a new, and possibly deadly, threat to the world.

Balthasar jumped as the alarms started, not expecting it in the slightest, sending his hand flying across the page, ink following the pen in his hand as it went. Sighing in annoyance, he turned to the source of the noise in his office.

A shiny silver pyramid, set in an indent in the wall, was screeching loudly, and blowing thick clouds of dark blue smoke from the top. Balthasar pulled and ornately carved, dragon heartstring wand from his flowing robes, and silenced the pyramid. 'This was not good at all' he thought, as he pressed the button for the intercom on his desk.

"Ms. Walters, I'd like you to call agents Casper and Melchior to my office now, please. I do not care if they are on a mission either, they are to meet me here immediately" he said into intercom, waiting patiently for an answer.

"Right away sir" the woman on the other end called, as she hurriedly did what he had asked.

Within minutes, there were two sharp cracks as the air was displaced, and standing before Balthasar were the two other Grigori members he had called over.

"What do you want Balthasar, you know how tiring apparating from America can be" Casper exclaimed, exhaustion covering her face. "I hope this is important Balthasar, for your sake."

The older, calmer and infinitely more patient Melchior glanced at Casper, urging the young woman to be calm. "What do you want of us, Balthasar?" The old man asked in a powerful, yet controlled voice. "I was on a delicate mission in Russia when I got the call, and I worry that I may have to abort, brother."

"Well, brother, sister, I have grave news" Balthasar announced in a grim, determined voice. "It has come to my attention that one of the half-bloods have come into their inheritance."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Melchior asked, pondering the announcement. "I thought their inheritance was sealed until they were fourteen. What could have possibly happened?"

"I am unsure as to what has happened, but what I can say is that I know where the boy is" Balthasar breathed out. "It is one of the two we left in Britain."

Melchior fell into deep thought, while Casper stood with confusion written on her face.

"What boys? What inheritance? What are you not telling my, Balthasar? Melchior?" the young woman asked, anger and frustration mounting with her confusion.

"Calm down sister, or you'll burst a blood vessel" Balthasar said slowly.

Melchior piped up at this point. "Do you remember the Blue Night, by any chance Sister Casper?" Melchior delicately asked, knowing he was going into dangerous territory.

"Of course I remember the Blue Night, you big dolt, my father died that night!" Casper exclaimed, with emphasis on the word father. "Why do you ask? What does that have to do with this?"

"It has everything to do with what's happening now" Melchior replied softly, eyes glazing over in memory. "On that night, twelve years ago, a woman named Yumi gave birth to four sons. These sons were the bastard sons of Satan, the god off demons."

The young woman looked stunned at first, before she was seething in rage. "And so why are they still alive? The sons of the most feared demon in existence, still breathing. Do we not devote our lives to killing demons, Balthasar? What about you, Melchior?"

The two men locked eyes, before both breathing out slow, shallow breaths. "We were not the ones who made that decision, Sister Casper" Balthasar slowly answered. "We had sent Shiro Fujimoto, the previous Paladin, and Mephisto Pheles to find them, and let them choose what to do. We knew that they wouldn't have the heart to kill newborns, and so Mephisto helped Mister Fujimoto seal their demonic inheritance. However, we were ensured that the seal would last another two years, at the least."

Casper was still furious from the revelation, but understood the reasoning. "So what do we do now, Brother Balthasar, Brother Melchior?" Casper asked worriedly.

"We are to collect the two brothers in Britain and inform Mephisto of the predicament. He will get the other two from their home in Japan with Shiro" Melchior informed Casper, Balthasar nodding as he went on. "I have a feeling this will be quite a shock for the four of them."

"I agree" Balthasar said, still nodding. "I will draw up the paper work, get them into the custody of the Vatican, or Mephisto. He is their uncle, after all. Thank you for your time, Brother Melchior, Sister Casper. I believe we all have work to do. I want the two of you to pick up the boys in Britain in about two weeks. Until then, thank you for your time."

"Yes, Brother Balthasar" Casper and Melchior chimed in together.

With a crack, the two disapparated from the office, while Balthasar sat behind his desk and started writing up the custody forms.

"Ms. Walters, I want you to get me in touch with Johann Faust of True Cross Academy" Balthasar called into the intercom.

"Right away sir" was the woman's only reply.

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The third, and final, office to have alarms go off in it that day was the office of Mephisto Pheles.

The demon King of Time calmly got up from behind his desk, as he went to investigate the noise that had so abruptly temporarily deafened him. What the man found was something he wasn't expecting to go off for another two years. Calmly, he silenced the intricately detailed, silver sphere, and calmly pulled out his phone.

"Mephisto" the man on the other side called in greeting. "What do you want? I'm a little busy at the moment."

"Good morning to you too, Shiro, nice to be talking to you too" Mephisto replied to the exorcist. "Somethings come up, and the Grigori are going to contact any moment now about it."

The King of Time paced his office as he talked, passing the windowsill the silver sphere was on constantly. It was not often the white clad demon was worried, or paced in his office, but this was one of the rare moments.

"Before you ask anything Shiro" Mephisto continued. "Have you had any problems with Yumi's boys?"

"No I haven't" the aged exorcist replied slowly. "Why do you ask? If I remember correctly, and my memory is usually a little fuzzy, I distinctly remember you assuring me the seals on the boys inheritance would last till their fourteenth. They're not even thirteen yet."

"I know what I promised you, Shiro, and the seal should last" the demon replied haughtily. "Just that something unexpected has happened. Hadrian's seal has broken." He left it at that, knowing that Shiro would understand.

"It what? You told me it would last, you lying b-"

"Shiro, Shiro, SHIRO" the honorary knight yelled into the phone, and waited for the insults to die down. "When I made the seal, I made precautions and loopholes. I think Hadrian almost died this morning, Shiro. The seal wasn't broken because of time, it was broken because he almost died."

"What do you mean, Mephisto? I don't like where this is going" Shiro muttered through the phone.

"Mister Faust, there's a Brother Balthasar on the line asking for you" Mephistos secretary asked from the office door.

"Hold that thought Shiro" Mephisto said into the phone. "Send the call to my work phone."

"Yes Sir, just a moment sir" was the reply.

Mephisto walked over to his desk and quickly put the phone onto speaker, as well as the call with Shiro.

"Shiro you're on speaker. Same for you Brother Balthasar" Mephisto called out to the two phones after he had traded greetings with Balthasar.

"We need to talk, Mephisto, about your nephews. And your wards Mister Fujimoto" Balthasar started immediately. "A problems arisen that needs your help."

"We are well aware of the problem, Balthasar. We are just wondering as to what caused it" Mephisto revealed to Balthasar. "I have a feeling Hadrian almost died today."

"What do you mean by that, Mephisto? What does Hadrian almost dying have to do with one of the seals breaking?" Balthasar wondered out loud.

"One of the loopholes I placed in the seals was if they were to die, or come so close to death that they would die" Mephisto explained. "If there was no way for them to survive, and what was happening couldn't be stopped, the seal would break. The surge in power would save them from their deaths. Clearly Hadrian has been in this situation, otherwise the seal would not be broken."

"So what should we do?" Shiro enquired.

"I will meet with the two boys, enquire with Albus Dumbledore about this, and hopefully get the four boys to finally meet" Mephisto replied. "I want to know why my nephew almost died."

"I agree" was the reply from both phones.

"If you can get them out of there immediately, it would be helpful. I can get exorcists to scope out Hogwarts if you want Mephisto" Balthasar announced.

"I'll do it myself when I get the boys" Mephisto said without hesitation. "In fact, I might as well do it right now."

"Agreed" the men said together.

"I'll call when I'm finished at Hogwarts."

And with that he hung up, and organized a private jet bound for Britain.