The Beginning and the Rebirth of Magic
A woman with dark ebony hair sat inside of a manor home. She was there with a bundle in her arms. She knew that she would not be able to care for them like she could. The eldest charmed one, was not the most motherly figure and tended to be a bit reckless at times. Which is why it came as a surprise that she was in this situation.
Nine months ago, Prue found herself without her powers, and was forced into something no woman should ever have to go through. She was forced into having sex with a warlock as he bound her powers and was about to kill her. A woman with long red hair and beautiful green eyes that sparkled like gemstones, saved her by shouting a spell and pointing a wand at the warlock who raped her.
Lily Evans was a non-Wiccan witch who was in San Fransico to meet with her friends from school when she spotted a woman being raped and about to be killed. She did what she could and hit the man with a stupefy and stopped him mid attack with the knife. The woman then took the athame and stabbed the man in the chest right where his heart was. What shocked her was that the man burst into ash, and he was killed. It was then that she remembered something about warlocks and Demons in her textbooks.
Now that the little bundle was born, Prue only needed to send the little boy to his new mother. What shocked Prue was that her son was born on a day that magic was at rest. Lily had agreed to find little Phoenix a new family when she found out about everything that Prue goes through, and what danger her son would be in if he stayed with his birth mother, so she will take him to her best friend Regulus and his husband James Potter-Black. She will say that she was the surrogate for the two so they would have an heir for their titles.
James and Regulus were the perfect parents for young Phoenix. They performed the blood adoption the very same day that they got their little bundle. They honored the boy's birth mother by naming their son Phoenix Patrick James Halliwell-Potter-Black. His new birthday would be July 31, just before the last stroke of midnight rang out.
Just over a year and half later, Phoenix was orphaned by the only family he had ever known, when a man in a hooded cloak came in and killed his adopted parents and his Godmother Lily. The first to be killed was James as he told Lily and Regulus to take their son and run. The wards around the home seemed to have been changed without the head of the house knowing, which caused the death of Lily as she tried to fight the hooded figure.
The last to fall was Regulus as he stood in front of his son and shouted for the man to take him and not his son. The hooded figure told Regulus to stand down as he only came for the boy, and that he did not have to die. This happened two more times before the hooded figure just killed the man.
Looking at the baby sat in the crib crying as he looked at his papa on the floor dead and reached out towards the lifeless body of the young father. “Such a waste of life. I guess it had to be done. You would have made a powerful weapon, but I cannot let anything get in my way.” With that a bright green light shot out of the hooded figure’s wand aimed at the toddler. When it connected, it caused the soul of the toddler to shatter five times. The hooded figure had no time to dodge as a curse was sent back and hit him as well.
The broken soul of the hooded figure attached itself to the only thing that would be able to hold it as its main piece flew out of the home in the form of a wraith. The soul shard embedded itself into young Phoenix, and his soul accepted it as it would be the only thing that kept his soul together until it could be healed.
Unknown to the hooded figure, two beings of immense power were nearby and felt the powerful magic of a child. One of the beings felt a deep connection to the small child they came upon when they went to investigate the power. What they saw was a small child that would need the guidance of love and family. Yes, she would have many trials in live, but if what they felt was the power of the small child, then they needed to make sure that they helped the best that they could.
The first woman of the two was powerful, magic could be felt rolling off of her in droves. She was known to the Wizarding world as Lady Magic. She has known by many names in the past, but her favorite was Hecate, and it just so happened that she felt a family connection to the small child. Looking into the past of the family, she smiled as she watched the beginning of the family line was one of her favorite children, Circe. Circe was known to be the Greek Goddess of magic, and she was happy to know that even if her daughter was dead, she had a small part of her back.
The other woman of the group is Lady Death. She was the primordial being known to reside over the gathering of souls to the afterlife and was happy to also feel a connection to the child. She felt the Prevell blood as soon as she noticed the features of the child. The boy looked just like her best friend and lover, the many great grandfather of the little boy. This would make the child in line for the title of Master of Death, but ultimately it would be the beings' choice of who she would serve as master. “Sister there must be something we can do for the child. I do not want them to harm him if I can help it.” Death’s voice had a lilting tone to it. It would seem to most as a sort of dreamy quality to it.
Lady Magic looked to her sister, and she knew that Death would be there for the child through everything that will go through. In the voice of a comforting mother, she spoke to her sister. “I know sister, but you know what Fate has said about this child, we cannot do much to help, but maybe we can guide the young child to where they are needed the most.”
With that the two seemed to fade out of the room as Hecate guided the first soul shard to where it needed to go. Afterwards a lone figure in bright and flashy robes appeared in the doorway with a sneer on his face, he hated when his plan did not go to plan, and the brat being alive was not part of them. Scanning the child with a knotted wand made of ancient wood, he frowned at what he had found. Well plans were meant to be changed. He will just have to use this child further to end the brat and steal what should have rightfully been his in the first place.
A sinister smile could be seen as the figure took the child in his arms and noticed the scar on the forehead of the child. “Well, that will do just fine. Now I just need to get you to where I know you will become my new weapon to anyone who will dare to go up against me.” The laugh that the figure let out, was wicked and sent chills down the spins of who ever heard it.