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"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seven month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..."

𓆩☠︎︎𓆪

"My Lord," the woman in dark robes addressed her masters. "Lady Persephone," she paused, recollecting the words she heard from the seer, who was also a legacy of Apollo.

"A prophecy has been made on the mortal who tore his soul seven times—"

"Is this the one who created multiple Horcruxes?" her master inquired. However, the answer was clear since there was only one other mortal who had successfully done it after Herpo the Foul.

"The one causing Thanatos' headache for the past decade?" his wife commented as she tended to the pomegranates in her garden. "Part of the mortals you blessed a long time ago, Hecate?"

The goddess of magic nodded. "Yes, my lady. Fortunately, I believe there is a way to retrieve him from the depths of Tartarus."

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At the attic of the Big House of Camp Half-Blood, the Oracle of Delphi's decomposing corpse rattled for a new prophecy was set place. The noise prompted the camp's director and a man in a wheelchair to scurry to the attic due to unprecedented events.

The oracle spoke:

The Boy Who Lived will have a companion

Blessed by the gods, the Underworld's intervention

Whose presence will be a phantom

The darkness to his light in this pandemonium

The spare shall be killed for the quest's completion

One's death shall stop the Dark Lord—the conclusion

It was an hour after midnight where the date was July 31, 1980. Twins were born to Lily and James Potter, whom were Harry James Potter and Elizabeth Asteria Potter.