Prologue
In a small apartment in Paris lived a woman.
She was no ordinary woman.
She was a witch.
A seer.
Although she kept it a secret.
She had no desire to let anyone know of her gift.
She never wanted to answer questions like: What will happen this week? This month? This year? Have you ever made a prophecy?
She could see what would happen, not just this week or month or year, but the next decade, but she had no wish to.
She had never made a prophecy, and she never wanted to.
All she wanted was to make enough money to buy a house for her daughter to call home once she was born.
The woman was getting ready to go out just about to open the door when she went still and starry-eyed, her stare was blank like she saw nothing.
Then she spoke, "Nobis una cum potestate tenebrarum est. Ille tremefecit in timore maximum malum. Ipse est finis omnium nostrum. Pallium morte confectum tenet. Tertii legatis fratris."
Her eyes were back to normal, and instantly knew what had happened. She touched the crystal around her neck. It was designed to record any and all prophecy she ever made. Just in case no one was there to hear it.
She got out of the house, but not to go house hunting as she originally planned, but to the Ministry of Magic.
They had to find the boy who the prophecy referred to and see if he was truly as dangerous as the prophecy made him out to be.
•••
French Minister of Magic and a few Unspeakables were in his office as the woman, Josephine Auclair, told them about the prophecy.
"This is very concerning. Do I have any idea who the boy the prophecy refers to could be, Miss -?" The Minister asked.
"Auclair. Josephine Auclair. No, I have no idea who the boy could be. I was actually hoping you would have some idea who the boy is." She spoke. She sat in the chair across from the Minister with her shoulders straight and looking at the Minister, she appeared regal to anyone who saw her. Her dark chocolate brown hair was in a nat bun, her eyes were vivid green, the shade of the Avada Kedavra curse. Each member of the Auclair family, each female member, had that eye color. In the dress she was wearing, her five months pregnant belly was barely visible.
"Can you have a vision or something?" One of the Unspeakables asked.
Josephine sighned.
This was why she didn't talk about her gift.
People always thought she could just snap her fingers and have a vision.
Well, tough luck, that is not how it works.
If it did, everyone would be able to do it.
She nearly said as much, but stopped herself.
This was not the time nor the place for snark or arguing. They had a serious issue to solve.
"There is something I could do to find who the prophecy talks about." Josephine said.
"Great. When can you do it? Do we need to give you anything?" The minister asked eagerly, wanting to find out the identity of the boy the prophecy takled about.
"This is fairly easy. I just need piece and quiet and my crystal. It's a lot like meditation." Jospehine said as she took hold of the crystal, "Is there anywhere quiet where I can do it?" She asked, looking at the minister.
"You can do it here. No one will bother you. I have some business to attend to anyway." The minister said, putting on his coat and going towards the fireplace, "Make sure no one bothers Miss Auclair." He said to the Unspeakables, and a few seconds later, he dissappeared, green flames engulfing him.
The Unspeakables left the office. Josephine kept the crystal in the height of her face, and her eyes closed as she tried to will the vision to come.
She tried guessing what the boy looked like.
Maybe if she got something about his appearance rightthe vision would happen.
Blonde and green eyes.
Nothing.
Blonde and blue eyes.
Nothing.
Black hair and blue eyes.
Nothing.
Black hair and green eyes.
Nothing.
Black hair and hazel eyes.
A boy appeared in front of her eyes.
It was gone as quick as it appeared.
She didn't even manage to see his face, but it was enough to see he had black hair.
Then it was the boy on a broom.
Then, it was him sitting on a stool with an old hat on his head.
The boy, staring at a girl with fiery red hair.
The boy, walking with three other boys by his side.
The boy, sitting in a train compartment with a blonde girl and a brown haired girl.
Then, a birth certificate appeared in front of her eyes.
She looked at the name.
James Fleamont Potter.
She looked at the date of birth.
March 27, 1960.
Josephine' eyes snapped wide open. She gripped the crystal tightly.
The boy was born today.
•••
Josephine told the minister everything she saw in the vision.
"Potters are a British family. One of the sacred twenty-eight. Wealthy, but not politically powerful. They are considered blood-treators by mkst of the pureblood community. Muggle and Muggle-born sympathizers." The minister spoke, "We need to stoop in contact with the British Ministry of Magic. We should also inform the parents of the boy. Also, I have a question to ask you, Josephine." Minister spoke, now looking directly at Josephine.
"What do you need?" Josephine asked, expecting the minister to ask her to help them figure out who some other prophecies are about.
The questions that came out of his mouth didn't even cross her head.
"Would you move to Britain?" He asked. Josephine expected him to laugh and say it was a joke, but no. The ministers face remained as serious as ever. Befor eshe had the chance to say anything, he spoke again, "I am aware it is a big change, but we need someone to keep an eye on the boy. Who could be better for that than the woman who made the prophecy?" He looked at her expectingly.
"I would love to help, but what about the house. I have some money saved up, but I doubt it is enough for a house in the neighborhood a family like the Potters live in. Also, I don't think the parents of the boy would appreciate me watching their child, especially since I am the one who made a prophecy that says their child will become the next Dark Lord." She said all in one breath.
"The ministry will pay for the house, and we won't reveal you were the one who made the prophecy. You obviously don't want people to know about your gift. I will say the British minister, you wanted to remain anonymous." The minister said, "What do you say? Will you move next door to the Potters?"
"I will." She answered.
"You are free to go now, but if you could make the time to come back tomorrow in order for us to discuss everything further." The minister said.
Josephine stood up.
"Of course. Thank you for your help."
She put her hand forward for the minister to shake.
As this was happening, a few countries from France, in Britain, James Potter slept unaware that the moment he was born, he was branded a Dark Lord because of something he didn't want or at moment even knew about.
It would be a good few hears until Jmaes Potter found out why his magic differentiated from everyone else's.
The moment he does, he will think of it as a curse, never a gift.
