There was a war coming. There was no doubt of that, even the most foolish could see it on the horizon. The only debate was which side would win, which side would write the history books to say who was right. There was a war coming, and sides being chosen, and allies being made, but there was more than one group that did not have a choice who they might be allied with. The house-elves, for instance, served whichever side their masters chose. Likewise, the children. The children of the Death-eaters were naturally dark, and the children of the Order of the Phoenix naturally light. This did not, however, prevent them from holding their own opinions, despite what they had been carefully taught. Each human is entitled to their own viewpoint - wizard or muggle, male or female, dark or light, every race, creed, nationality, and mindset. But the children, the children were born to fight a war they didn't understand or agree with. The children were innocent.
"On the days that follow the birth of the boy she will slowly grow to admire, will the truth of her childhood become apprehensive. The Dark Lord shall mark her as his family and treat her as such until the day she chooses to betray him. But on the day she chooses to betray him, only then will she grow a lover and lose him all together in a singular moment."
I didn't know what I expected when my prophecy was set into motion, but it certainly wasn't this.
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