Book of the Dark Lords Shadow Prophecy

[Kiara Johnson]

(Just a warning up front, this isn't my normal easy on the mind story.  This story goes out to Pete who, wants to see Kaira return to her rightful place at her fathers side...  Hope you like hun.)



Book of the Dark Lords' Shadow Prophecy
By Kiara Maul

    Lighting bolts the size of giant serpents struck the field of battle. In what took no more than a few measly seconds, their bodies burned and smoked to ashes, some still crawled feebly to their downed neighbor seeking help that could and would not come.  Where once there were hundreds of witches and wizards engaging in a final battle of darkness and light, now lay nothing but death and destruction, both good and evil alike, dead from this one single attack.  Only a small group of survivors remained standing on that field.

    Kiara stood on the parapet of the dark castle, looking darkly down upon what she had accomplished.  All dead or dying, smoldering bodies, some of which she used to call friend.  She looked with great indifference, she cared not for them now, all she desired was to see death, to feel their pain and to hear the moaning cries of the dying and to smell the sent of death. She relished this moment, taking in the total chaos the she had delivered.  She let her eyes wonder over to the ones who had somehow managed to escape her wrath.  The dark and evil emotions, playing over her beautiful features as she smiled a wicked and knowing smile at these unwanted survivors, began to grow again with a great longing to destroy them all.  She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to gaze in the eyes of her father.

    Dumbledore stood in the small circle he had been able to draw up around himself and the two other survivors of her attack. He laid a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder.  Himself, Harry and Max had just held witness to all their closest friends destroyed utterly, by Harry's sister.  Harry trembled in both anger and pain of their great loss.  He stared into the eyes of his sister, with a hatred he'd never found in himself before.  She was the one who had lured them all here; she was the one solely responsible for killing, not only his friends but also that one light of hope that the Order had ever had to destroy their father.  Dumbledore looked down upon Harry then turned to Max, "The Shadow of the Dark Lord has truly come home.  All, I'm afraid, is lost."  For the first time ever seen by anyone, a great tear of sadness rolled down the cheek of this great wizard.  The three survivors dissaperated to the safety, or the safest place they knew, Hoggwarts castle.

    Kiara turned to gaze into those dreadful eyes of her father.  "Why didn't you let me destroy them as well?"  She couldn't understand how, when she knew Voldemort wanted more than anything to see her brother die, why he had stopped her.  "Kiara, you have much to learn.  First of all, in this mad blood lust of yours, you not only defeated their army, but ours as well.  Not that there's any sorrow for the dead but, we could have used them."  Kiara smiled at this.  "No, father, your wrong.  I don't need an army at my back.  I am not as weak as you or that pathetic Dumbledore.  The only reason you didn't permit me to kill them was that you wanted to do it yourself.  Sad father, really sad --- Talk of my blood lust, perhaps you should look inside yourself."  Voldemort laughed a dark laugh.  "Perhaps I acted to hastily when I decided to let you live and join me, as appose to letting you die."  Kiara's eyes flashed dangerously.  "As if you gave me the choice---You know the old saying, father – Careful what you wish for, you just might get it.  Well, I'd say you got it, perhaps a bit more than you really bargained for though, I think."  With that said, Kiara turned and walked away from her father.  Voldemort had to admit that she had a point.  Somehow, he'd have to destroy her; he had made a monster that he only just controlled.  One of these days, that monster was going to turn on him.  For now however, he still needed her.  She conveniently made sure of that.  

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(Hope you like so far)

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     Kiara walked through the halls of the old dark castle; slaves prostrated themselves on the floor at her approach.  Kiara, feeling particularly peevish, kicked a small boy out of her way as she passed.  As the boy crumpled into a heap on the ground, groaning, Kiara smiled.  Up ahead she saw a figure approaching, his cape billowing out from behind him; Draco Malfoy strode up to her and bowed slightly.  Kiara looked at him with all the same love of a fly for a toad.  "What is it, Draco?"  She said irritably.  Draco straightened.  "I saw what you did, I was coming to congratulate you on a job well done."  He paused and regarded her present mood before continuing. He wasn't stupid enough to pursue her attentions if she clearly wanted to be left alone.  He had already learned that lesson, one of which he defiantly did not want to repeat.  "Only one question, if I may ask?"  Draco continued.  Kiara stood impatiently, wanting to get to the baths and rid herself of the day's strains.  "Very well, accompany me to the baths, you can speak to me there." Shadows, cast from the touch lit hall, played across the two figures as they walked to the lower level of the castle, where the baths were located.  Draco admired the light shining on her hair and longed to touch lit.  He had finally got what he wanted and had Kiara away from Max but, now she was to twisted and evil to even care about him.   Draco sighed longingly.  This did not go unnoticed by Kiara who, smiled a dark and sinister smile at the thought of what she could do to him if she wished, the power over this wizard, the total control.

    They entered the baths and, much to Draco's pleasure, she slipped out of her cloaks and walked into the baths without even acknowledging his presence.  He admired her naked beauty and longed once again to be close to her.  After Kiara had settled in the bath, she bade Draco to ask his question.  "Why, did you let those three get away?  I know you wanted more than anything to kill the man you used to call lover."  Draco had a great look of displeasure written across his face.  Kiara's expression once again darkened,  "Do not speak to me of that weak pathetic, fool!  I gave him a chance to follow me; he chose wrongly now, like the rest, he would suffer.  As to your question, I did only as my Father wished."  Draco sat there in silence, she had not excused him and he had no desire to leave so, he sat and watched her instead.  "Well, don't just sit there gapping like a fool!  Grab me that robe."  Kiara stood up and was getting out; Draco found he was staring and quickly did as she commanded.  He wrapped her up in the robe.  Together they walked from the baths and into the garden.

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[Kiara Johnson]

(Thanks.  I'll write more a little later)

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     "I remember when you and I used to go out to my fathers garden, do you remember it?"  Draco asked, trying to find some way of making Kiara at least, remember how she used to be.  Kiara only looked at him with annoyance.  "Do try and keep your memories to your self.  Non of that matters anymore. The only thing that matters now, is killing those who stand up to us.  Now, shut up and kiss me."  Draco obliged, only, he wished it was different, she was so cold, so, unemotional.

(End chapter 1)

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(Chapter 2.)

    " Harry was pacing the floor.  He had no intention of calming down as Dumbledore has suggested.  "How could she have done such a thing?"  Max was just sitting and staring out the window, unbelieving of the incredible loss he took in betraying Kiara and staying with the Order.  He blamed himself in part, to loosing her to the Dark arts.  He had done nothing to stop her.  He thought it fun to watch her play around with the magic, it had always made her so happy.  Who was he, to try and keep her away from the one thing that made her the happiest?  "Harry, would you stop that pacing, please?  You're beginning to give me a headache."

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(Thanks, I will, later..lol)

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Harry turned and had intended to snap at Max but decided it best not to just now.   He sighed.  "Max, it's not your fault, I don't blame you any more than any one else would.  The blame lays solely on Kiara herself.  If she would have just –" Dumbledore walked in at that time and cut him off.  "No Harry, I'm afraid it isn't her fault."  He was carrying a rather large old book in his hand and laid it open on the table in front of them.  "This is the ancient book of Prophecies.  Most in here have never come to pass so; it was believed that they were all just false predictions of people long forgot.  However, as I tried to point out to the rest of the Wizarding world, this particular one was not a fake.  No one, of course, was willing to listen."  He paused and regarded his listeners closely.  The look on his face was both sad and a bit frightened.  "The one who wrote this was Godric Gryffindor himself. The reason it was cast aside as rubbish was due to the fact that he and Salazar had become mortal enemies at the time. What I am about to read to you, is the truth of what has happened here.  I also am afraid that it is my fault this has come to pass."  Dumbledore watched their reactions closely.  "I don't understand how Kiara turning on the world has anything to do with you..." Max said, a bit confused now.  Dumbledore looked at him with a tired look.  "Just listen and keep in mind, I knew of this, the whole time."  Dumbledore read:

   There will come to pass a son, direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, He will be known as the greatest Dark Lord to walk the planet.  It will also come to pass that he will father twins, one of which can be the destruction of the Dark Lord, the other, his salvation.  The female will be known from here on as the Dark Lords Shadow for she truly will be his shadow, through out her young life she will be tempted to the Dark arts with a temper uncontrollable, until she comes of age and now becomes unstoppable.  Her power will be that of the Gods themselves.  I pray thee who read this, please to destroy the Dark Lords Shadow before she even has the chance to walk the earth, before she becomes the love of all who meet her.  You will not see the demon in her; she will blind you to this.
    If the Dark Lords Shadow comes home to her rightful position beside her fathers' side, the world as we so love it will be cloaked in darkness for a thousand years.  There will be no hope for humanity; there will be no one to stand before her no man or no beast.  All hope will be lost....  

    Dumbledore stopped there, "The rest is unreadable, often times when a person writes these, they are being controlled by an out side influence and when that tie is broken the rest becomes gibberish" Max and Harry stood in deep thought of what they had been told.  "How is it then that you blame yourself for what has happened?"  Harry asked. Dumbledore looked sad.  *I knew of this when you were born, I should have killed her then...After however, I got to know her, I still wouldn't head the warnings, I, like any and all who crossed her path from there forward, truly fell in love with her charm I took her in as my own goddaughter, hoping, if, I was able to keep her away from her father, the Shadow Prophecy would not come to pass.  I was wrong --" He trailed off.  "So what your saying is that you blame yourself for not murdering an infant?  You can hardly be expected to do that!   No, it's not your fault, even if you did know; you at least had to try, right?  No decent human could have done it."   Harry couldn't believe that Dumbledore had even considered trying this.  Dumbledore smiled a faint and wise old smile.   "You are right Harry, as usual.  No decent human could have.  Maybe, there really is no one to blame but fate it's self."  With that said and nothing else to do but wait, the three went to their own seats, thinking of ways to save what Muggles they could from the doom that was certain to come to them soon.