Children of Sin

Chapter 3

"You should feel very proud," Professor Dumbledore smiled at Larissa, "I've known Nicholas for many years. For him to have that much trust in you means you truly have skill."

Albus himself couldn't believed he had overlooked an obvious gem. Armed with this knowledge of the future, he can see events from the past with further clarity. Larissa Greengrass had graduated with all Os and had taken almost all the electives they offered. She was so quiet that the teachers never really had much to say about her. He should have known. It's always the quiet ones.

Some people showed their talent obviously. He himself was a good example. He was lauded as a prodigy for the things he had shown people. James Potter and Sirius Black were prime examples of their generation. The two boys were overwhelming powerful, talented, and capable wizards, and ones who put absolutely zero effort. Bellatrix Lestrange was another. He had no proof to show the ministry to issue a warrant, but he had seen her on the battlefield. She was an outrageously powerful witch, as well as incredibly sadistic. She had no shame back in her Hogwarts days, flaunting her prowess at every chance she got.

If Albus had to compare the Larissa Greengrass on screen to anyone, it'd be Newt Scamander. He remembers the days where it was he alone who saw any talent in the boy. He had ensured that young Newt hadn't had his wand snapped after his expulsion, and he was glad he did so. The boy grew to be one of the most important figures in modern history. Larissa Greengrass seemed to be the same. Both were incredibly quiet, only performing as they must to the public. Yet both were incredibly talented when one looked just a bit closer. Albus would never make the mistake he made, underestimating Larissa Greengrass, ever again.

"Thank you Professor Dumbledore," Larissa blushed at the praise of a man who was seen as the next coming of Merlin. What had she possibly done to deserve this?

November 2nd, 1981.

"Have you heard the news?" Antiope barged into her small home.

"I wonder what startled Antiope so badly," Andrea Greengrass whispered to her husband, "she's never like that."

"I haven't Auntie," Larissa wiped her hands on her apron, "please calm down though. You're going to wake the children. It took a rather long time to get them settled, so I'd appreciate if you didn't wake them."

"That Dark Lord in England," Antiope breathed, "the one that everyone was terrified of. You remember him?"

"Of course I do," Larissa shudders, "what about him?"

"They say he's been defeated," Antiope smiles broadly, "and get this. They say he was defeated by a baby."

"WHAT?!" shouts filled the room as the news broke.

"That's not possible!" Bellatrix shouted, "I've witnessed the Dark Lord's power for my self. He would never be defeated, let alone by a child!"

"Is it really possible?" Gideon Prewett whispered to his brother, "have our fallen brothers been avenged?"

"As much as I'd like to disagree," Dumbledore stroked his beard, "I better than anybody know how far the man who calls himself Voldemort has fallen. There's no way he's truly been defeated."

"I don't think the goddess would lie to us," Larissa hesitantly spoke up, "and Antiope seems to be repeating a rumor. Perhaps it would be better to see if the visions will provide us with more details, rather than participating in useless arguing and shouting."

"Girl isn't wrong," Moody huffed, "we're here to get information, not to sit around and argue amongst ourselves. Let's see what comes next."

"That can't be true," a wide-eyed Larissa turned to her aunt, "his followers themselves were almost unmatchable. How can a mere baby have defeated him?"