Flashback: 1890
Phoebe Moore stood in the heart of a cavernous chamber, her breath echoing off the stone walls. The air was thick with the remnants of magic, the very essence of it seeping into her bones. She had just bested the Pensieve Guardian, a towering creature of ancient enchantments, and completed Professor Percival Rockham's trial. The final challenge had been grueling, testing her resolve and skill, but she had emerged victorious.
Viewing Professor Rockham's memories of Isodora, had been insightful and had made her a few steps closer to solving the mastery of her ancient magic, and solving the mystry of the painful whispers of hatred and pessimism that haunt her thoughts and magic.
Learning and absorbing magic from the reservoir Phoebe calmly assess her surrounding as suddenly her attention snaps toward the towering structure of stone pulsuating with power in front of her.
Before her, a giant statue of Professor Rockham stood sentinel, its eyes closed as if in eternal meditation. Phoebe approached it cautiously, her wand at the ready. As she neared, the statue began to glow with an ethereal light, and the stone lips parted to speak.
"In the tapestry of time, a child shall be born, With ancient power and a soul reborn.
From a lineage of heroes, valorous and deep, Through trials and darkness, their promise they'll keep.
When the veil between worlds is torn and thin, A being from beyond shall seek to win.
Through shadows and storms, the chosen shall tread, Guided by whispers of those long dead.
A destiny woven with threads of fate, In halls of learning, they'll find the gate.
Allies and adversaries, both old and new, Will shape the path they must pursue.
With a wand of yew and magic grand, They'll face the trials of a shattered land.
Through fire and ice, and tests untold, Their tale of courage shall unfold.
When the final battle looms on the horizon, Dimensions shall clash under a blood-red sun.
The one foretold, with spirit bright, Shall banish the darkness, restoring the light."
Phoebe stood transfixed, her heart pounding in her chest. The prophecy resonated with a deep truth that chilled her to the bone. She, too, possessed ancient magic . Could the prophecy be about her? The thought was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.
The statue's glow faded, and the chamber returned to its dim, torch-lit state. Phoebe took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. She knew she had to leave, to return to the world above and contemplate what she had just learned. The prophecy echoed in her mind, a haunting melody of destiny and power.
Present Day: 1987
Phoebe Sallow, née Moore, sat in her luxurious garden, the vibrant colors of the blooming flowers contrasting with the muted hues of her memories. At 114 years old, her mind often drifted back to the past, to the days of her youth filled with adventure and discovery. The prophecy had remained with her all these years, a constant reminder of her duty and the burdens she carried.
She was jolted from her reverie by the sound of laughter and a sudden pop. Her nine-year-old granddaughter, Anne Sallow, was practicing teleportation magic nearby. Anne was a beautiful child, her blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight and her lavender eyes sparkling with joy and mischief. But there was more to Anne than met the eye. She was not truly a child, but an old soul with vast experience from a previous life. Anne knew of the world of Harry Potter as mere fiction until she found herself reincarnated in the Sallow family, the granddaughter of Phoebe, the very player character from the game Hogwarts Legacy.
"Anne, dear, come here," Phoebe called, her voice warm and affectionate.
Anne bounded over, her face flushed with excitement. "Grandmother, did you see? I finally did it without needing to concentrate for a long time or splincing! It is practically second nature to me now."
Phoebe smiled, pride welling up within her. "That's wonderful, my dear. Tell me, what else did you learn today?"
Anne's eyes lit up. "I impressed my potions tutor! I've been working on a batch of Veritaserum for the past lunar cycle, and today it was brewed perfect. Professor Brewster said he's never seen such a flawless brew even from students double my age."
Phoebe's smile broadened. "You are truly remarkable, Anne. Your talent and dedication are unparalleled."
Just then, Sebastian Sallow, Phoebe's husband, appeared in the garden. He moved slowly, his steps unsteady. Phoebe's heart sank as she sensed the weakening life force within him. She had known this day was coming, but the reality of it was still a heavy blow.
"Sebastian, are you alright?" Phoebe asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Sebastian gave a weak smile. "I'm afraid I'm not feeling very well, my love."
Phoebe rose and went to him, taking his hand in hers. She could feel the bond they had forged so many years ago, the ancient magic that tied their souls together. She knew that his time was near, and with it, hers as well.
Anne, sensing the gravity of the moment, came to her grandparents' side. "Grandmother, Grandfather, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Phoebe looked at her granddaughter, her eyes filled with sorrow. "Anne, my dear, your grandfather and I are nearing the end of our journey. Our time is coming to a close."
Tears welled up in Anne's eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. "But you can't leave me! I need you!"
Sebastian placed a gentle hand on Anne's shoulder. "We will always be with you, Anne. In your heart and in your memories. You are strong, stronger than you know."
Anne nodded, trying to be brave. She guided her grandparents towards the swing in the middle of the garden, the same swing where they had married over ninety years ago. As they sat down, Anne watched them with a mix of love and sorrow, understanding that their bond was unbreakable, even in death.
Phoebe and Sebastian held each other close, their love evident in every glance and touch. Anne, despite her young age, found a profound peace in witnessing their deep connection. She realized that their love would never truly die, and that she would carry their legacy forward.
Anne, at the exact moment is suddenly reminded of the gruesome death she had faced in her previous lifetime. Perhaps her horrifying end was the reason she had not yet made terms with death even after the passage of long years and a beautiful second chance at life. Anne loved life too much to not be discouraged by death. Now she undersood that it was death that begum another journey for the soul that while it might snatch a life from you , it also grants you recitification. A retake at life , for happiness, love, knowledge and memories.
In that moment, Anne made peace with the concept of death. She understood that it was not an end, but a continuation of the journey. As she watched her grandparents' life force slowly fade, she vowed to honor their memory and to uphold the principles they had taugh her. To honer the legacy of her family and to not let down her ancestors in heaven who in their lifetime for the past century had made sure that the name Sallow had spread far and wide.
Her parents, her uncles and aunts and various cousins who have tragically lost their lives a bit too early. Just like her granddparents whoare not going to live even upto half the average magick's life.
Phoebe, with her last ounce of strength, looked at Anne and smiled. "Remember, my dear, you are destined for greatness. Embrace your power and your destiny."
With those final words, Phoebe and Sebastian's spirits intertwined, their souls ascending together into the beyond. Anne, though filled with grief, felt a newfound strength within her. She knew that she was not alone, that her grandparents' love and wisdom would guide her.
As she sat in the garden, their words (and someone's else too? ) echoed in her mind, and she resolved to face whatever trials lay ahead with courage and determination. The legacy of ancient magic lived on within her, and she would honor it with every breath she took.
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Anne Sallow was no ordinary child. From a young age, she had memories that didn't belong to her current life. She recalled a different world, a world where Harry Potter was a story, a mere figment of imagination. But upon her reincarnation into the Sallow family, she realized that the magical world was real, and she was now a part of it. She carried with her the experiences and wisdom of an old soul, her previous life's knowledge blending seamlessly with her new existence.
Phoebe often marveled at her granddaughter's insights and maturity. Anne possessed an understanding of magic that belied her years, a testament to her reincarnated soul. This unique perspective made her a prodigy, excelling in her studies and surpassing her peers with ease. The prophecy that had haunted Phoebe for nearly a century now seemed to point towards Anne, the reincarnated child with ancient power.
Anne's journey was just beginning, and as she looked at her grandparents, she understood the weight of the legacy she had inherited. She was the last living member of the Sallow family, destined to face unimaginable challenges. But she also knew that she was not alone. The love and teachings of Phoebe and Sebastian would always be with her, guiding her through the trials to come.
Anne's thoughts drifted back to her magical training. Each lesson was a stepping stone towards her destiny. The ancient magic within her was a gift and a responsibility. She had to harness it, to protect and to heal, to confront the darkness that loomed on the horizon.
As the sun set over the garden, casting a golden glow over the scene, Anne felt a profound sense of purpose. She would honor her grandparents' legacy, embrace her role in the wizarding world, and face the future with unwavering courage. The tapestry of time was still being woven, and she was ready to add her threads to the intricate design.
Or maybe she might just leave the threat of voldemort alone for quite some time as she was quite confused being born in an alternate universe that has Harry Potter's twin sister in it. Specially if her investigations were true it seemed a bit too much like some budding Dark Lady fanfictions she used to read in her past life.
What if it was a Tom Riddle soulmate love story thing.That would be horrifying for a magnitude of reasons. The genre is not so fun when you live in such a reality. A reality that would probably break if that happens.