Snow fell abundantly that night on the center of Godric Hollow. Two men stood there amidst the fog. One had unruly black hair with streaks of white, was wearing a night blue cloak, and was holding his wan precociously, as if he were waiting for something he could strike back. The other had long, red hair and was wearing a green nightgown. They were both the same age, not a day bellow fifty. There was a sudden pop and another man stood in front of them, wand out too. He was wearing a black cloak which extended past his shoes, had hair with a combination of white and blonde, and was the same age as the men before him.
"Why did you call us here tonight, Draco?" asked Harry. It was ten to midnight.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for calling the great chosen Potter at this time," answered Draco with a sort of sarcastic and irritated voice, "I should have called here, no, better at Diagon Alley, at noon, where everyone can hear so the great Harry Potter can honor all with his presence.
"Oh, shut up you two…," suddenly blurted Ron, "you sound the same as when we were fifth years!"
"You're right, Ron," said Harry, half-laughing, "we shouldn't keep mister Death Eater waiting."
"Well," sneered Draco, ignoring Harry, "you know my son, being minister, has access to all the new prophecies. Well, the daughters of you're Yule Ball sweetheart, that Patil girl had her first prediction. Ironically, it was about one of you're descendants, the fifth son of the sixth daughter," Draco finished.
"What will he do?" asked Harry with new interest.
"Something about the stopping of a new kind of suffering…," Draco answered. "The ministry's decided to start counting, but it'll be hard since no one can open the prophecy and that the last name won't be so discrete. But," he continued, saying it almost in a whisper, "there was somthing about a powerful weapon, something that would be handed down..."
Harry then looked at Ron, but then retained his look on Draco. Both of them knew, as Harry thought of the wand that sat in a drawer in his home guarded with enchantments.
"Nothing you can do though," said Draco, realizing the look on both of their faces, "not one of you could have something that valuable."
Harry then eyed Draco. "Well, that's all I can say," said Draco before rudely leaving them with a pop
"You know what that means don't you," said Ron just as Draco left, "you have to pass that wand on."
"But I told Dumbledore I would stop the Elder Wand's cycle. And besides," continued Harry, "how can I make sure that the wand will be passed on to that descendant? What if the others die and another person gets their hands on it." Harry shuddered to think what someone like Voldemort could do with the command of that wand...
"Well, you'd better think of something, mate," said Ron just as the clock signaled for midnight. "Well, I'd better go, Hermoine will be expecting me. Oh yeah," Ron added just before leaving with a pop, "Merry Christmas, mate..."