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Hogwarts, Here We Come! by Emilyinlove
Chapter 1 : Prologue: The Beginning
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other wonderful characters in this story, except for the ones I made up. Which pretty much, you'll know because they haven't been mentioned in any of the books. I also do not own the movie, "Dr. Zhivago", someone else does. So here we go!

Author's Note: Hey y'all! So, here I am again. I am re-writing the whole story. Sorry about that. I just think it can be better and that I can tie some things up. So I'm re-writing it. But don't worry, it'll be pretty much the same, except it'll have more. So here it goes!

Prologue: The Beginning

August 19, 1993

It was a horribly stormy day. Dark clouds were rolling in by the dozens, making the sky almost as dark as night. The rain itself was falling harder than you could possibly imagine. This wasn't normal weather for late August, and this had been happening for almost a whole month now.

The Williams' were currently in the hospital's waiting room, waiting for a piece of news from the doctors.

Greg Williams was currently sitting in one of the chairs in the hospital waiting room, watching his nineteen month old daughter, Kelsey Rebecca Maureen. She was sitting in the middle of the room playing with some of the toys that the hospital had provided. Mostly the books though.

Greg looked out the window, running a hand through his dark brown, almost black hair. He was thinking about what was happening lately. First, they were late getting to the hospital because Kelsey had lost her pacifier and wouldn't cooperate with anyone. And right now, his wife Cheryl was in labor with their second child. At the moment though, that wasn't what he was worried about.

There was a war going on in the Wizarding World, the first since the war against Grindelwald all those years ago, before Greg had been even born. But not it was some power-crazed loony who was after anyone who didn't have "pure blood". There had always been this sort of prejudice amongst wizards, thinking that they're better because their blood is purer, but it's never been this bad. Some of Greg's former classmates had been killed just because they were the first witch or wizard in their family.

He wasn't sure whether he wanted his baby to be brought into this. When would it end? Two of his friends already had a baby near the end of July, and they were in hiding because of a Prophecy made about their son. Would they have to go into hiding too?

"Greg, I'm so sorry I'm late, but almost every store I went to didn't have a pacifier. But I found one! An older man said triumphantly, holding the previously mentioned pacifier up in the air. This was Greg's father, who was also known as Robert. Robert's hair was whiter than any other color now and his eyes were a shocking pale blue.

"Gampa!" Kelsey exclaimed, running over to hug the older man.

"Hi sweetheart, look what I got for you," He said, holding it out to the little girl.

"Soozer! Tanks ganpa!" She exclaimed happily before sticking it in her mouth and walking over to the books so she could continue her reading.

"Thanks Dad, you don't know how much you just helped me out," Greg told him.

"No problem. Any word on the baby yet?" Robert asked.

"None yet," Greg said, lowering his voice before she started to speak again. "Any news from the Order?"

"Alice and Frank Longbottom," He said, examining his shoes. "They escaped You-Know-Who again. That makes three times, and it makes their son subject to the Prophecy, according to Dumbledore."

"Wasn't their son born the day before the Potter's was?" Greg asked and Robert nodded. "Where's he going to go if something does happen to his parents?"

"He'll go with his grandmother, Augusta Longbottom. She's Frank's mother, and a lovely woman," Robert answered.

"Sorry to interrupt gentlemen, but is Greg Williams in here?" A nurse came in and asked.

"That's me," Greg said, stepping towards the nurse.

"Well, then. I guess congratulations are in order," She said, smiling. "You're wife just had a baby girl."

"Can we go see her?" Greg asked.

"Well, we're doing some basic tests on the baby at the moment, but your wife has already asked for you to come down," She said.

"Come on Kelsey, time to go see mommy and your new baby sister," Greg said, scooping up the little girl.

As they followed the nurse, Greg looked at the daughter he already had. She had beautiful, curly light brown hair and gorgeous hazel eyes like her mother's. She was also very smart for her age. She was already learning how to read. She was actually quite good, and was almost ready to read easy chapter books. He was so proud of his little girl.

They walked into a room where Cheryl, Greg's wife was sitting up in bed, her hand resting on the prominent mound on her stomach, which wasn't as prominent now that the baby had been born.

"Congratulations," Greg said, placing a light kiss on his wife's lips.

"I wonder what's taking so long with her," Cheryl wondered out loud. "Oh I hope nothing's wrong with her."

"Nothing will be wrong with her," Greg reassured.

"So have you two decided on a name?" Robert asked, sitting down in one of the chairs. Kelsey was lifted onto his lap, her book propped open in front of her. Greg sat down beside his father, but on the side that was closer to Cheryl so he could hold her hand.

"Yup, Emily Larissa," Cheryl said, smiling.

"Any particular reason?" Robert asked.

"Well, one of our friends has a little girl named Emily, and it's such a beautiful and uncommon name, so we named our Emily after her. And Larissa because that's a character from the first movie we sat together, 'Dr. Zhivago'," Cheryl explained.

"Ah. Well, it's a beautiful name," Robert said.

"Mr. and Mrs. Williams, would you like to meet Emily for the first time?" The same nurse asked as she came in, holding a little girl wrapped in a pale pink blanket.

"She's beautiful," Cheryl said, on the verge of tears.

"She is," Greg agreed, looking at his new daughter with total admiration.

"Mr. and Mrs. Williams, the only thing we found was a heart murmur," The nurse said for Cheryl to tense up. "It's nothing serious; it just makes her heart beat slightly irregularly. It should fix itself over the years." Cheryl let out a visible sigh of relief. "One more thing before I leave. You have more visitors, would you like me to send them in or-"

"Send them in," Greg answered before the nurse could even finish. A few moments later, a very odd looking people walked in.

One had a long silver beard with long silver hair to match. He was wearing deep purple robes with silver stars and moons decorating them. He also had a pair of half-moon glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He was known by all as the great Albus Dumbledore.

The next one was definitely older like the man before her, and was a lady with white hair from age and light blue eyes like her son's, being Robert's mother, Jeannie.

The people to come in were a couple, James and Lily Potter holding their new son, Harry. Lily had flaming red hair and amazing emerald eyes. She was also holding baby Harry. James had very messy black hair and hazel eyes which were hidden behind round glasses, and was much taller than his wife. Harry, the baby, was already showing signs of being the spitting image of his father with a dark, messy mop of hair on his head. The only difference was that his eyes looked exactly like his mother's.

Behind them came two men, known as Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, who were obviously close friends and grieving over something. The one, Remus, had sandy blonde hair and soft, amber eyes flecked with gold. He also had scars covering almost all visible skin. The second man had shoulder length jet black hair and stormy grey eyes.

"Oh my, this is really incredible," Jeannie breathed, a stunned look on her face.

"What is it Jeannie?" Remus asked.

"She's the next queen," Jeannie said and everything became silent immediately after. "I've never seen anything like this before. Her Neveah is the brightest I have ever seen."

"You mean that she's like...she's like..." Remus stuttered, trailing off.

"Yes," Jeannie answered. "She's like Elle. You can say her name. We all miss her." Remus just nodded solemnly.

"Lily, James, Sirius, Remus, Grandma and Albus, thank you all for coming," Greg said, looking at everyone.

"There is another reason I am here other than to see your new daughter," Albus said. "There's been a prophecy made about her."

"What do you mean?" Cheryl asked, looking at him in a confused manner. A prophecy had been made about their daughter? This couldn't be good.

"I'll explain," Dumbledore stated. "I was at the 'Three Broomsticks' talking to a young lady named Sybil Trelawney. Now, she's Cassandra Trelawney, the famous Seer's direct descendant. So I was having a chat with her and all of a sudden, her voice became lower and she started saying something completely different than what we had been previously talking about. After our conversation, I went to the Ministry of Magic and looked in the Hall of Prophecies to see if my suspicions were right, and as it turns out, they were. It was under the name of 'New Baby Williams' but moments later changed to 'Emily Larissa Williams'. That is your daughter's name, correct?"

"Yes," Cheryl said, handing the sleeping child to Greg so he could hold her. "But it couldn't possibly be about her, could it?"

"Well, I didn't think it could be either, but after it kept running through my mind, it all began to make sense," Dumbledore said.

"What's the prophecy?" Lily asked, looking at the new born child in her friend's arms, while rocking the one in her own arms.

"A girl is born around nineteen to those who aren't the same...As her fourteenth year of life begins she will learn more of her future and past...More power is given to her than of that belong to the most powerful...She will be the only one who can determine how the second war will end at last," Dumbledore repeated.

"Born around nineteen?" James asked. "Today is August 19th."

"She weighs eight pounds and eleven ounces. If you add that together it's nineteen," Cheryl added in.

"Also, Emily was born nineteen months younger than Kelsey," Robert said.

"And when she has her coronation, she'll be nineteen," Jeannie said.

"It said something about a second war; does that mean this one is going to end?" Greg asked hopefully.

"Yes, I suspect it will, but you can never be too sure with these things," Dumbledore said. "It could end in a few weeks, a few years, maybe after all of us are gone already."

"But what does this whole thing mean?" Sirius asked, looking at the eldest man in the room.

"It means that she is more powerful than any wizard this world has ever seen, and whatever side of the war she joins will be the side that wins," Dumbledore said.

"You guys have to be teaching her that our side is the best way," Remus said.

"No," Dumbledore said, almost immediately. "She cannot know that magic is real until she turns fourteen. Hopefully we can even prolong that. It's the only way we can keep her safe. Voldemort will come looking for her, so you need to keep her living a muggle life. No magic."

"Okay," Cheryl agreed.

"But Remus is right in a way. You two will have to show her right from wrong, and good from bad. Even if it means being a little harder on her than her sister," Dumbledore said. "Because when she has to choose, it needs to be our side."

"Who knew such a little girl could possess so much power?" Greg asked, watching his new little girl sleeping in his arms before turning his attention to his other daughter who was too absorbed in her book to notice anything that was going on around her.

Next time on "Hogwarts, Here We Come!"

"Like who?" I asked cautiously, not sure if I wanted to know.

"Well, like Emma and her group of friends, Melanie and her group, and...Ryan and his friends," She said as if it was no big deal.


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