The Book Of Prophecies

The Book of Prophecies

Chapter 4(4/?)

Adam Potter looked up from his seat in the middle of the circle. The air was thick, and he could hardly breath. The people surrounding him, however, were having no troubles. They wore heavy black robes and hoods that covered their faces. He could hear no ragged breathing coming from them, it must have just been him. All of a sudden, one of the people stepped forward and began to speak. This, Adam knew, was something of great importance to his future, so he listened with rapt attention.

"You have agreed to our terms and will, therefore, be tested on Imperius, Cruciatus, and Avada Kedavra. After your physical testing, you will be given a strong dose of Veritaserum and will be interrogated accordingly. Do you still agree?" Imperius? Easy enough, he thought, casting it is easy and I have long since been able to fight it. Cruciatus? That should be ok too. I can last long enough and casting it? Also simple. Avada Kedavra. That will be the toughie. Can I really bring myself to kill another? Yes. I can. And I will. Veritaserum. That is easy also. I just need to tell the truth. He nodded to the man, and he was untied from his seat.

Three children were brought out, and he began his testing. "Imperio!" His shout could be heard echoing several minutes later, but that did not affect the spell. The first child walked toward the lead man, by command, and bowed. "I am your slave," could be heard faintly. The man was satisfied.

Once again, the word 'Imperio' could be heard echoing throughout the cavernous room. Adam stood his ground through it and hardly moved a muscle. And, once again, the man was satisfied. Next was Cruciatus. Stepping towards the next child, Adam raised his arm. "Crucio!" Was the new cry. The child found itself curled up on the floor, writhing in pain. The leader finally nodded his head for it to stop. Now it was Adam's turn. He lasted about six minutes, but finally had to give in.

Last, but most definitely not least, was Avada Kedavra. Stepping forward, Adam thought about his own child. His son who was only a few years older than the boy in front of him. For some reason, the thought of his son left him completely heartless, and he performed the spell with ease, watching with complete satisfaction as the boy's lifeless body fell to the ground. He went over and sat on the small stool that he had sat on earlier, waiting for the truth potion.

When brought out, he could see that it looked relatively harmless, but knew otherwise. He took it from the men and downed the disgusting serum in one gulp. He felt it running through his veins and the interrogation began.

* * *

Evelyn looked down at her son, hardly believing it was real, but when Sirius turned serious, well, it sort of made her believe it. Even in the magical world, psychics were somewhat a myth. She had never met someone with any type of divination skills. Not even her old divination teacher could really be counted as one. After all, divination may be about telling the future, but it also included psychic abilities. He was looking to her for help, but what was she supposed to do? She didn't know the first thing about any of it.

"The first thing I think we need to get out of the way," Sarah stated, "is whether or not she can stay here during the next few weeks before school starts." Well that's an easy one, Evelyn thought.

"Of course she can. Now, before we go all deep into what to do about her powers, I think you should owl her telling her she can stay for the rest of the summer." All three of them ran off to do just that, and the resulting letter was somewhat strange.

Dear Lily,

Alright, I talked to my mom this morning,

yeah, and Sirius became serious for once, no pun intended Hey! I can be serious! Sure Sirius. SHUT UP YOU TWO!! Sorry Lily. As I was saying. I talked to my mom this morning and she's willing to help as well as she can. Yeah, but she said we should ask you to come over first, so that's why we're writin this here letter. James was just about to get to that Sirius, and, besides, it's this letter not this here letter, it's bad grammar. What is grammar anyway? I mean. I haven't never heard of it before. Sirius that is considered a double negative and it makes no sense whatsoever. Are you two finished discussing grammar? I dunno. Are we Sarah? I think so. So, anyway, I was just about to say that mom said you could stay here for the rest of the summer, and we'll take you shopping and help you on to the platform. It does exist you know. I think she's figured that out by now Sirius. Okay, I think that's all we need to tell you right now. I live in this town called Godric's Hollow, if you can come, send back a reply and we'll come to get you. C ya. Chau.

Your friends,

James Potter,

Sarah Potter, and Sirius Black

* * *

Nina looked up at her mother and brother. She didn't know where she was, but it was a large white room. If her family hadn't been there, she would have gone crazy. White was the only color that was in the room except for her family's physical features. There was a lady standing in the background, and she was also white. Her skin, her clothing, even her hair was white! Nina looked at her mother again, trying to make sense of her memory.

"What happened?" she asked. The last thing she remembered was the man's face and then it went blank. Her mother opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. A moment passed and her mother tried to speak again. This time it worked.

"The man," she said, "went after you when you and your brother came in. Both him and I were rendered unconscious, but you simply fainted when he got so close to you. He beat you, and did other things I don't care to think about at the moment. We can't find any trace of him." Nina was now shaking uncontrollably. She lay back and slowly fell asleep, all the while cursing the stupid white of the room. White did not help her at all... Stupid white.

* * *

Lily looked at Tom, wondering why he was so young. She had been let out of the hospital when he came to get her. Thank the gods, she thought, I don't think I could have stood that white anymore. I hate white. It is now my least favorite color and shall go insane if I'm stuck anywhere near it again! But she had never realized how much white there was in the world. Tom's skin was nearly white as he was so pale. She looked at him again.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked. It was pretty obvious that he wasn't going to take her home. "And how did you know I was in the hospital? And why are you so young?" He laughed at all the questions, but he was stuck on the first one. Where was he going to take her? Dumbledore now knew that she was coming and would suspect him if she didn't show up, but he didn't think it a good idea that he take her home.

"I don't know where to take you," he replied. "I have sources that informed me of what happened, and I am young because I performed a de-aging spell but haven't reversed it yet. Now, where should I take you?" Just then, an owl flew down and landed on Lily's shoulder. She looked at it for a second, then removed the letter and read it.

"Well," she said, laughing slightly. "This answers that question. One of my new friends has asked me to stay at his house for the rest of the summer. He's going to Hogwarts as well, so that gives me a way there." Now Tom was curious. Who had she met?

"What's his name?" he asked. He had to be sure that they wouldn't be a family that was already fighting him.

"James," she said. "James Potter. He lives in Godric's Hollow." Tom smiled. Everything was going his way at the time.

"Of course I can take you there."

* * *

She had finally stopped screaming. He went over to comfort her, and found that she was shaking violently. She was also sobbing uncontrollably. (I'm sort'a in a writer's block, so my words aren't going to differ much.) She looked at him, wiping her eyes.

"It was not a good vision this time," she said. She had experienced events from many people's points of view, but two stuck out. One was the Dark Lord that was disguised as his younger self to fool the poor, powerful, girl. The other, the one that had woken her up, was the horrific sight of Peter and Nina's father. Her brother rocked her gently.

"It's okay, Arabella," he whispered. "Everything will be fine. Do you want me to get you something?" She thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Yeah," she said. "Tickets to England."

* * *

The old man looked from the letter, to the bird, and back again. How on Earth had she gotten them here? He had come back to his office, and there they were, just sitting there on his desk. He picked up the letter again.

Dear Prof. Dumbledore,

This letter concerns a descendant of mine, and I wish to let you in on a few things. My name is Andraia Aquae. You may have heard that name before. The Founder of the Founders. Well, that is me. I know this letter will find its way to you, for Fawkes is very loyal and would never turn back on a favor.

In my time, I am in the midst of writing a book. This book contains things I see in my dreams. More detailed prophecies than anything the best seer in the world could give you. At the time of this letter's writing, I am finishing this book. It shall be given to a dear friend of mine, and I dare say you have heard of him. It shall be handed off to Salazar Slytherin. His descendants shall keep hold of it, until the year that you are in.

In your time, the book is to be handed off again, but, this time, it will be given to my descendant. She will not be able to read it until she comes to the age of her powers, which is at thirteen. The holder at the moment for you is that of Tom Riddle, or Voldemort. He will try to get her when she comes of age, and I am counting on you to protect her. I need her safe, for one of her children shall be my true heir, and will claim the throne. You are a smart man Albus. I know that you know you I am. I am the Queen of Sprites, and I also know that my kind has a bad reputation in your time.

You may receive another letter from me in the future. Although I can see others' future I cannot see my own, and, therefore, cannot tell you what to expect of me. Please, watch out for my flower.

With deepest sincerity,

Andraia Aquae

P.S. I believe that Fawkes will become quite attached to you. Take care of him for me.

Yes. He knew Andraia Aquae. Founder of the Founders and Queen of Sprites. She had done many incredible things in her life, but she had disappeared shortly after an event that the Founders called Andraia's Battle. Some said it was an outright war. Others said it was not really a battle at all, but a decision on Andraia's part. No one really knew, but that didn't matter. He needed to figure out what he was going to do. Voldemort was after a person that could very well be his downfall. Andraia had said 'watch out for my flower.' Her flower? He would have to be especially attentive at the sorting feast, and, when he had figured out who it was, he would need to inform the teachers of the need for her safety.

Dumbledore looked over at the phoenix that had taken a perch on his shelf, near the sorting hat. "Well, Fawkes," he sighed. "It's going to be a heck of a long year." Fawkes let out a trill and nodded his head in agreement.

* * *

Suddenly, it stopped. There were no more questions. Now, all he had to do was wait. Wait to see his fate. (I did not mean to rhyme, but I'm not changing it) Wait to see whether or not he would be accepted. Wait to see whether or not he would be rejected. Wait to see whether or not he would live.

One of the black cloaked men stepped forward and removed his hood.

"Hello, brother, and welcome to the ranks."

* * *

Deep in the back of a castle, a book lay on a stand in the middle of a cold, dark room. Water was dripping from the ceiling, forming somewhat of a ring around the book. A pale light was glowing, and, all of a sudden, the book fell open, stopping about half way through. The left page had a picture of a young girl with red hair and bright, green eyes. There, at the top of the page, were the words 'The Flower'.

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