Written In The Stars
It was nearly nightfall when a tall, severe-looking woman, dressed in emerald-green robes in her favourite tartan pattern and a pointed hat cocked to one side, straightened her robes from the walk and stopped in front of the half-giant's wooden hut. The caretaker's hut was made a little bigger after it had burned down in the Second Wizarding War, and when it was rebuilt with stones instead of wood, it was more fireproof if the fireproof spells would ever be done undone.
The Headmistress had hurried herself to the edge of the Forbidden Forest as soon as she heard from Rubeus Hagrid that a centaur wished to speak to her, claiming to have important information.
When she turned away from the pumpkin-field to watch the Forbidden Forest, a white-blond haired centaur, and the same white-blond coloured tail and astonishing blue eyes, emerged from behind a row of trees.
The Headmistress blinked once to hide her surprise, she hadn't gotten used to the large scars on the former Divination Professor's flank.
"Firenze," Professor McGonagall kindly greeted the now older-looking centaur.
The centaur inclined his head a tiny tiny bit, sheer out of respect for the witch, never meaning to submit himself to any human. When he raised his head again, he looked straight down to the witch.
"Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," the centaur spoke tremendously slow.
"Hagrid told me that you had some important information for me?" the Headmistress asked calmly, knowing better than to rush the centaur, which would only cause aggravation.
"It's a clear sky tonight," the centaur said, looking up at the stars for a few seconds.
"Yes, that seems to be the case," the witch deadpanned after looking up at the sky as well.
The witch waited patiently for the centaur to answer her question. And about half a minute passed before any of the two spoke again.
"I have indeed asked Rubeus Hagrid to summon you," the answer sounded, again painfully slow.
"I am here now Firenze. What may I do for you?" the witch asked, inclining her head slightly.
"I have come here to share my findings. I have conversance for you."
The witch suppressed the urge to pinch her nose bridge, conversance was a synonym for information, but a very rarely used synonym at that, so she nodded instead.
"I appreciate that. Could you tell me what the information, I mean, conversance entails?"
"The conversance is of no importance to the centaurs. In fact, I strongly think that trivial hurts and human problems are of no more significance than the scurrying of ants to the wide universe, and are unaffected by planetary movements."
The witch had heard the centaur use this sentence before, but chose to ignore it. Before she had to ask him to continue, the centaur opened his mouth again.
"But I believe you, humans," the centaur clarified slowly, "will find this particular conversance most useful."
"I understand," the witch replied kindly, trying to contain her rising irritation from her voice.
"This does not mean, in any way, that centaurs are the human's servants or playthings now," the deep voice of the centaur sounded, almost like a warning.
"Of course," the witch said, inclining her head again.
The centaur looked curiously at the witch, almost as if she did something funny, but kept quiet.
The witch remained quiet too, and when the seconds ticked away, the centaur continued.
"The planets and stars have been read and interpreted wrongly before. However, it is written in the stars that the division, the disunity, the dissension between the humans will be restored. The children's love will fight, conquer and thrive."
The centaur got ready to turn away and disappear back into the Forbidden Forest, but the witch wasn't finished.
"Which children's love?" the witch asked quickly.
"The Golden Child and the Silver Child," the centaur explained, slightly irritated.
"I don't know who they are," the witch said frustrated, now to the back of the centaur.
A deep sigh arose from the white-blond haired centaur. He looked over his shoulder, back to the confused-looking witch, dressed in emerald-green robes and said, "the firstborn child from the Smartest Witch of Her Age and the Weasley King, and the child from the Youngest ex-Death Eater and his Silver Lining. The love of their children is unparalleled in all of the history known to centaurs. Only, I do not know their names."
The centaur took one step forward, and so away from the witch and said, "I have to go now, the colony is voting for a new leader now that Magorian is gone."
The centaur inclined his head just like he did at the beginning of their conversation.
"Until we meet again, Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Until we meet again, Firenze."
The witch watched how the heavily scarred centaur galloped back into the Forbidden Forest, his white-blond tail dancing behind him like a waterfall. When the centaur wasn't visible anymore, the witch closed her emerald-green robes tighter around her body and headed back to the castle, unwillingly shuddering at the sudden cold wind. It appeared that Rose Weasley and Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy would cause a lot of trouble. And it was only a few days until the 1st of September. The Headmistress wondered if they would maybe change the increasing disunity between the Slytherins and the students of the other houses at Hogwarts. Maybe Rose and Scorpius were destined to make everything alright. Maybe they were meant to resolve all the intolerant remnants from the Second Wizarding War which have crept into wizarding society. Maybe it was destiny? It was written in the stars after all.
Hi guys,
Just something that popped into my head. I know that Minerva is a little OOC at the end, please forgive me, because I think it worked for the story… (hashtag hopeful). Also, I don't know how specific the centaurs can see the future, but this specific information is solely for this story :D.
Anyways, as always: this is unbetaed, and if it is really bad, I'll delete it the second you say so!
Love Aimee