Postatem obscuri lateris nescitis. - You do not know the power of the dark side.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything else. Well, not yet. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Once upon a time there was a forest and a lake. It was still early spring. That evening was particularly foggy. By the lake there were two boys. One of them was a blonde, light-blue-eyed young man. The other was around his age. He had raven-black hair and his eyes were dark-blue.
They sat there for a while now in silence.
"You know..." the blonde suddenly said. "D'you reckon there will be more like us? I mean, the destiny thing? The prophecies?"
The other chuckled.
"I guess so. After all, there will always be good and evil in this world."
"But I mean, fighting the way we do! With magic." the blonde added.
"I think so. After all, it would be too much of a coincidence if we were the only ones, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah, I reckon you're right." the blonde contemplated.
"I always am!" the dark-haired protested.
"Nope. It's a rareness." the blonde snickered.
"Shut up, you!" the other said.
The blonde chuckled, then laughed. He laughed so hard that he almost fell into the lake in his rolling.
The other threw a glance at him.
"Come on, up with you!" he said briskly. The other just laughed more and more.
"Or I'm gonna tell your girlfriend what a lazy git you are!" he threatened, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Don't you dare!" the blonde shot up and then proceeded to chase the other around the lake.
Half an hour later they were exhauted and collapsed together on the grass.
"You never caught me." the dark-haired remarked.
"But you cheated!" the blonde protested.
"You never said I couldn't use magic!" he cheerfully answered.
The blonde sat up.
"You know, it's getting dark. Better be heading home soon."
"You go, I'll soon catch up."
The blonde snorted but stood up. He mounted the horse.
"Just don't be too late, you know." with that he rode off.
The other man also sat up. He walked off ttowards no particular direction until he stopped abruptly in front of an enormous stone. He raised his hand, then hesitated for a sec. He whispered something and in the stone there appeared words.
He stood there for a while, contemplating his masterpiece then spun off towards his horse. Soon he too disappeared, riding in the general direction where the blonde earlier disappeared.
A breeze of wind sweaped and lifted some leaves. One of them landed exactly in front of the stone with the engraved words.
"The Chosen One will be born in the time of need,
in the darkest hour he will bring light,
the Dark Lord shall mark him his equal,
but he will be much more.
A power the Dark Lord knows not,
he will archieve at last, after pain and betrayal,
after death of people he holds dear,
his loyalty shall waver between Dark and Light,
after the betrayal that hurts like a stab in the heart,
the future depends on where his heart truly belongs."
A/N: I'm not truly content with this chappie. But I needed it. Sorry, I'm gonna publish the first chapter on Saturday/Sunday. Sometime on the weekend.
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