The Adventures of Artemis and Apollo Warwick

by The Picaresque Raconteur

When Artemis and Apollo Warwick's parents are murdered by a werewolf, they are suddenly pulled into a prophecy where they play a key role: defeat Fenrir Greyback, or Earth will be ruled by werewolves. With the help of Remus Lupin, they must find a way.

1. The Department of Mysteries

The Adventures of Artemis and Apollo Warwick: The Werewolf Prophecy

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, any of it's characters, creatures, spells, ect. I don't own JK Rowling. I don't own anything that has to do with the Harry Potter series. It's just a story. Please don't sue me.

ALSO: This will be taking the place of my previous Harry Potter story, "Past's Truth."

ALSO:I wrote this story with the movie version of Lupin in mind. I LOOOOOOOVE him!! (And David Thewlis!) (I don't own him or his acting rights either.)

Story Awayy!!

The Department of Mysteries. . .

"Where is it!" the large man demanded from the frightened guard. The large man had harsh-gray, grizzled hair, a big nose, yellow eyes, and scars running down his face. One stretched from his eyebrow to his chin. Another was a small one on his cheek. He was quite tall and strong. He held the guard by his neck, lifting him off the ground. "Where is the prophecy?!"

"I-I dunno!" the guard stammered. "I swear of it!"

"You lie!" the large man hissed, his yellow eyes narrowing.

"No!" the guard insisted. "I'm telling the truth! And even if I did know, only the people of which the prophecy is about can remove them!"

The larger man growled, a deep, guttural sound from his throat. "Very well," he spat, throwing the man to the ground. "Then you are of no further use to me!"

His nails elongated, and before the guard could pull out his wand, the large man thrust them into the guard's stomach. Blood bubbled up in the guard's mouth. He slumped to the ground, dead.

The larger man removed his nails, and they shrunk back to normal size. He licked the blood off of them, shaking his head.

"Pity," he sighed. "It seems I cannot get any information anywhere."

He left the Department of Mysteries that night with anger boiling up inside of him. He would have to return to his pack empty handed. And Fenrir Greyback never came home empty handed.

I'll find it, he vowed. I'll find it and kill them!

The Prophecy:

Two children,

One the son of the Sun,

One the daughter of the Moon,

Shall rise up against the Leader

of the pack.

Only they can stop him

From creating an army of darkness

From sacrificing the blood of an outcast

For the permission to be granted

And the Leader shall fall

And the children shall change

Only if the children perish

Will the Leader succeed.