Prologue: The Prophecy

December 22nd. That was the day our first child was born. We named her Rose. With her birth came a frightening prophecy.

Hermione, Rose's mother, would have been mortified if she knew she was the one to give it. Now I laugh at the irony of it and I think maybe Divination's not rubbish after all. I never told Hermione what she said after the birth of our daughter; I was freaked out enough, there was no need to alarm her as well. But now I've come to terms with it. I still have to act like I don't like it, but hey, I am the father. And I'm not as oblivious as everyone thinks.

No one was in the hospital room the moment the prophecy was spoken and I'm glad. This way, I didn't have to record it in the Department of Mysteries.

This is what Hermione Weasley, my wife, mother of my children, and my love, said. I imagine her voice was similar to Professor Trylwany when she was sprouting an actual prophecy.

" A Malfoy and a Weasley, enemies in the past come together through their children; children who were supposed to hate each other, but did not. An accidental gift in the midst of a holiday. A heart unwillingly given on the eve of a quidditch match. A life sacrificed for love, but not needed. The children of two enemies forget the past."

AN: THIS STORY CAME TO ME IN A DREAM. FOR NOW, THAT'S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW. ENJOY IT AS I HAVE DONE WRITING IT.

-WRITERGIRL31495