The little four-year-old tossed and turned in his sleep, finding no true rest from the slanted red eyes watching him relentlessly. They weren't malevolent, but the boy subconsciously knew they were the herald of great changes in his life.
Suddenly, still asleep, the boy sat up straight, his eyes wide open, seeing not the inside of the cupboard under the stairs with its dust and spiderwebs, but instead a high mountain, its top obscured by thick, swirling clouds. He seemed to be floating, for below him was spread out the entirety of the British Isles. How he knew this was a mystery, for he had never seen any map in his life, but a mystery that he did not question.
His dream - or was it a dream? - brought him up, higher and higher, above the clouds, to the top of the high mountain. The sky was dark, not a star to be seen, only a blood-red moon sending its sickly light over the scene.
Three men in long, black robes stood together on the top of the mountain, red light glinting off jet-black hair and elongated fangs, their bright green eyes shining with a light of their own. Then the tallest of the three spoke in a deep, resounding voice, the words he uttered burning themselves deep into the boy's mind:
"A millennium ago, Morgana of the Fae made a prophecy:
'A thousand years the Light will rule
The "Dark Lords" weak and easy to kill.
The British Isles will prosper for a time
But balance is needed for harmony sublime.
Three Serpent Lords bring th' Reign of Night:
The Saviour, Heir, and ancient Curse -
Can't kill each other with any force.
Entwined, united they will conquer and kill
To rule the Isles with iron will.
These signs will tell the Lords of Dark:
Black hair, green eyes, the power of th' impure
And once turned vampire, eyes like pools of blood,
Oh ye who walk by Day remember well
The Three who bring despair to you at th' Death Bell's knell.' "
The man fell silent, the eyes of all three bleeding into red. The boy reached towards them, strangely comforted by the ominous words, but just as he was about to touch the robes of the man who had spoken - a flash of bright green light, a female voice screaming, and Harry awoke with a gasp, the words of the prophecy still ringing in his ears.