Dombuldore cerita

Nobody know who she is but, she knows everybody and everything, she can control things she shouldn't, she can be the savior or the end of everything...

The air smelled of ash and rotting roots. The stars, hidden beneath a mantle of heavy, motionless clouds, seemed to watch with a silent judgment what was about to take place. That night was not just another night. It was not an act of war, nor even one of conquest. No. It was something older. More fundamental. It was a creation. And only a being like Lord Voldemort could dare attempt such a thing. Far from the eyes of the Ministry, beyond the knowledge even of his most loyal Death Eaters, he stood in the dark heart of the Albanian forest. There, the ground had been desecrated, sacrificed, and remade in the image of his will. A black stone altar carved with ancient runes, and five obsidian pillars surrounded the center of a circle of power. The earth itself seemed to tremble in anticipation. -Tonight-he whispered, his voice like an icy blade-the world will change. Not for love. Not for a desire of redemption or fatherhood. But for legacy. For eternity. Voldemort was not creating a daughter. He was creating a weapon. A perfect heiress. His heiress. Nagini, his serpent companion, hissed softly as she slithered around the altar, uneasy with the dense magic gathering in the air. Voldemort set five vials upon the stone. Each contained a unique, unrepeatable essence, stolen from the time and soul of the most powerful beings who had ever existed. The blood of Tom Riddle, the essence of Salazar Slytherin, a stolen lock of Gellert Grindelwald's hair, an enchanted shard from Morgana le Fay's ring, and the cursed rune of Herpo the Foul. Five pieces. Five legacies. Five curses... and blessings. One by one, he poured them upon the altar, speaking incantations long forgotten, as ancient as magic itself. The air tore. The earth groaned. The sky grew pale. And upon that cursed stone, a body began to take shape. Not a human baby, not an ordinary creature, but something new. A girl forged with darkness, wisdom, ambition