Servitium| Theodore Nott

Prologue

Fate.

A word meaning destiny.

Fate.

A word meaning doom.

Fate was something the wizarding world understood all too well. As soon as Voldemort chose Harry Potter to be the 'Chosen One' his fate as the defender of wizard kind was sealed. Therefore in terms of wizardry, you cannot save someone from their fate, but you could shape their destiny; it is deeply reliant on one's own choices and actions, so is destiny a measure of who you truly are? The answer to who you are and whom you serve?

For a fifteen-year old girl by the name of Ivory Galliano, this could not summarise her life and inner conflict more perfectly. Since a child, her mother had always told her. 'How small you are for such a great destiny.'

Oh and she knew, when she was able to hear faint whispers, and see different coloured traces in the Ministry of Magic, or around Hogwarts a stronghold of ancient magic. Or when she passed out when she first laid eyes on Harry Potter on the Hogwarts Express. Her mother had taken her to her grandparents who had then confirmed that they came from one of the four lines who were known to possess ancient magic. In the whole Wizarding World only five people were known to possess it, and now it was Ivory's turn.

Ivory then understood that she had a gift, but with her family, that gift became a heavy burden. Her parents supported Lord Voldemort as though the sun would cease to shine without him, they had pledged their allegiance to the Dark Lord ,many years ago, with rankings in his inner circle, and it was fate that Ivory would follow in their footsteps.

Despite this, Ivory clung to the hope that she could shape her own destiny, she clung to the hope that the Dark Lord would never return and spent countless hours studying the little she could find on ancient magic, to perhaps rid herself of it. But the more she learnt, the more she realised the depth of her predicament. Her family's ties to the dark Lord ran deep, and they would not let her go easily.