bad moon on the rise

"two girls shall be born forth from darkness,
daughters of the fallen dark lord.
one shall remain true to her path
while the other will succumb to darkness.
the power to defeat the dark lady lies not in the chosen one,
for it lies in the blood of her sister.
from different sides and different worlds
their clash will be the deciding factor in the
fate of the events to come.
the power to defeat the dark lady lies in
the power of the daughter of light."

--- Prophesised by Cassandra Trelawny

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"My Lord?" Bellatrix asked, her head bowed low in submission, waiting to be acknowledged by the Dark Lord. Red eyes glanced up from the papers on the large mahogany desk, squinting narrowly at the woman in front of it. "What is it Bellatrix?" The Dark Lord hissed, clearly growing already impaitent with the interupption. "Im Busy."

Brushing straggly and wild black curls away from her face, Bellatrix took a hesitant step forward, remembering to keep her head bowed to her Lord. "I have news my Lord," she informed, getting a frustrated sigh from the decendant of Salazar Slytherin. "Well what is it, I dont have time for you games." Lord Voldemort remarked angrily.

Taking in a big breath, Bellatrix finally allowed her eyes to meet the glowing red orbs of her master, "I am with child, Master... Your Child."

Tom Marvolo Riddle, known to the world as Lord Voldemort, was never a kind man. He never loved, nor did he show affection, all he wished for was power. After countless tirades to satisfy his needs with his faithful servant Bellatrix Lestrange, the Dark Lord would never have hesitated to cast her aside and be done with it. That was until she revealed her news.

A child. An Heir to carry on his reign of power, nothing could have satisifed the Dark Lord more. Bellatrix had finally done something to please him. Even with the time growing ever closer to the impending battle and confrontation with Harry Potter, the Dark Lord could not be un happy.

That was until Bellatrix gave birth, to Two Twin Girls. To say the least, the Dark Lord was furious. He wanted an heir, not two stupid little girls who would be no use to him in the long run. Yet again, Bellatrix had failed him. When the time came to reclaim Hogwarts as his own, Tom did not hesitate to leave his two daughters behind. That was his worst mistake.

On the night of the Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort finally came up against Harry Potter, and the Saviour of the Wizarding World came out ontop. Harry had finally fulfilled his prophecy right. Voldemort was dead, along with Bellatrix and other death eaters, and the wizarding world was once again safe.

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While everyone continued on with their lives wrapped happily in deluded fantasies of security and protection, a force to be reckoned with was rising slowly higher and higher in ranks in the pureblood community. That force was Druella Merope Riddle-Black, one of the daughters of the Dark Lord. Druella had made a name for herself, created an identity different to that of her father. She was determined not to fail where he went wrong. She would be the Dark Lady, and with the members of her elite followers, known as The Kingdom, she would rule the Wizarding World for years to come.

But this time, Harry Potter couldn't rush into save the day, the fate of the Wizarding World lay in the hands of another. An Ancient prophecy fortold the coming of the Dark Lord's daughters. The outcome of the growing war depended on one sister versing the other. Lucretia Bellatrix Riddle-Black was needed to step up to the plate.

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Families are being torn apart, true loyalties are being shown. But the lives of thousands depend on the work of the Order of the Phoenix and One Sister. Will they be enough to stop Druella and the Kingdom? or Will the Wizarding World finally succumb to the hands of the Death Eaters and Kingdom Members?