Hello everyone!
This is my first ever attempt at writing my own fic, so any and all feedback will be hugely appreciated. I can't make any promises when it comes to posting regularly, apart from that I will try to not drag this out too much. I'm just posting a little prologue to get us started.
Hope you enjoy it!
PROLOGUE
A week after her job interview with Dumbledore, Sybill Trelawney sat in front of her cosy little fire. She was quietly celebrating her new job with a small glass of sherry.
It really was a shame that she lived alone. If she had someone other than her temperamental cat to keep her company, she would have had someone to celebrate the momentous occasion with, and there would have been someone there to record what would happen next.
Sybill's maternal grandmother may have been a great Seer, but Sybill herself could not be said to have inherited the gift. She had nothing but her last name going for her, and yet she had somehow snagged the most prestigious job a Seer could hope for in this day and age.
She had trouble believing that she was actually going to be teaching Divination at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Though if anyone asked she would, of course, have to pretend that she had known that she would be offered the position all along.
Perhaps her lack of actual skill is what kept her from realizing exactly what effect the cheap cooking sherry was having on her. Perhaps she was worse at keeping count of the number of glasses than she thought. Whatever the reason, after a while her head sank back against her comfy high-backed chair and her eyes closed. Ignored by the world, a gravelly voice soon filled the room.
"The great war shall rise again, and with it so shall the Dark Lord. The Chosen One will do the Grey One's bidding and the dark will rest again.
Only when the Reluctant Serpent and the Wise One join forces will the bloodshed end and there can be peace once more."
Her cat looked up from its favourite spot in front of the fire. He looked at her oddly for a minute. He seemed to decide it was not important and started giving himself a nice and thorough bath.
His mistress slept in her chair even after the fire had died and the room was shrouded in darkness, never realizing what had happened.
Somewhere deep in the aisles of the Hall of Prophesies in the Department of Mysteries, a little glass orb appeared. There it sat, shimmering, seemingly with a little storm brewing inside it, undiscovered and gathering dust for many years to come.
Its quiet existence wasn't disturbed until a certain evening in May almost a decade and a half later. The normally quiet and darkened room was suddenly filled with shouting and bright lights flashing this way and that. When something knocked into the shelves, making them topple over like rows of dominoes, the prophecy fell to the floor surrounded by a shower of glass orbs. All of them shattered on the floor in a rather stunning display.
As the room filled with whispered voices and ethereal puffs of smoke, the prophecy could finally reveal itself. It really is a shame that no one could make out what it had to say in the cacophony of whispered prophecies that filled the room. Maybe things would have gone a little smoother if someone had been there to listen.