Hello! Gwen here, this is my first story, so I'm sorry if its super lame. Please feel free to give constructive critisim and or complements. Reveiwing just to tell me I am a horrible writer and should give up is not welcome. If you dont like it, then why the hell are you reading this story?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the tradmarks that I may or may not use in this story. If I did, I would so have a better lap top than this. *looks at laywers* There, happy guys! Break a girls dreams why dont you....

Ancient hands trembled as one of them clasped the falcon quill in fragile fingers. Dipping the tip into a well of black ink, a shockingly beautiful, but old face peered with unseeing eyes down at the fresh parchment lain on the desk. She was a seer, a teller of the future to her people, and the other races of magic. Sometimes, she was able to call on her powers to do small things. Tell the weather, whether or not the crops would grow, if someone would find love or death soon. But rarely, a true prophesy would emerge. Her powers had taken her physical sight, so she used her gifts to try to bring prophesies into light so that the world balance would not falter. And this newest one, the one she was currently seeing, would not happen for thousands of years, after she was gone. But it was most disturbing, and most wonderful. The old woman scratched out the words on the parchment as they poured from her mouth.

``When the world is encased within darkness,

One from a past of violence,

But the last of a family's ancient line.

And one from a line hidden,

Living in a wizarding world.

She hides her true race from all.

These two will not love each other now.

For a past of hate is foraged through worlds,

And ways lay down by ancestors past lies between them.

But when hate is set aside,

And love allowed to grow,

A power great enough to conquer all will be bestowed.

Only when the two worlds become one will they have the power,

To save,

Or destroy the worlds they know.

But be forewarned,

A great sacrifice will be made,

For power does not come easily,

And love comes even harder.

Watch the skies,

The rivers,

The trees.

For when the earth trembles,

And the skies cry their sorrows,

Only one shall rise again.``