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-------Prologue--------
"Honestly, Ron, it wasn't even that big!"
"Yes it was! Didn't you see the spider, Harry? It was nearly as large as my foot!"
"Er..Yeah" Harry grumbled; he'd rather not be the center of their mindless bickering at the moment. Instead, his attention was focused purely on the scene before him, one he had not expected to uncover on this 'rescue' trek of theirs. Harry Potter had not expected to stumble upon a Death Eater rally, (as the scene seemed to muse), when he had woken his comrades to chase after Loo-Luna Lovegood in the Forbidden Forest. No, he had expected everything, but this. The sea of black spanning for what seemed miles intimidated him well enough, but the icy, snake-like voice that ever so often rang through the air shot shivers through his spine. Yet, at the same time, pure disdain was boiling with him, covering him with its thick salve; making him hot to touch. His emerald eyes that held a calm, cool demeanor just moments before had seemingly shattered, becoming replaced in an instance with dark green orbs of emotionless matter. Memories of previous years cleaved in two by Voldemort poured into his vision, causing his mind to have to sift through them quickly so he might remain conscious. Just t hen, silence met his ears. Perhaps Ron and Hermione had finally ceased their dispute? Yes, they had. He glanced on either side of him, pleased to find they had been coherent enough throughout their fight of their surroundings to notice the ocean of darkness lying within the clearing before them. Harry smirked ever slightly, but then remembered the problem at hand. What were so many Death Eaters doing so close to the castle? It was preposterous, truly. And it didn't take long for Hermione to address this. "What on earth, are they doing?" She stated most blatantly, her mouth forming an O. Ron, rather out of character-like, remained silent. But it was obvious that fear haunted him, for he began to shiver with fright. Hermione broke the silence with, "We have to get Dumbledore. Come on, both-" But, Harry interjected. "Shush, Voldemort is saying something." Ron trembled at the pronunciation of the Dark Lords name, but said nothing. In the distance, Voldemort's grotesque vocals rang, "The three know nothing as to whom they truly are. Do not reveal anything to them; only tell Fate after Wisdom and Peace have been destroyed. By that time, she won't be able to contain her spirit any longer...Then, I shall cast upon her my guidance, with which she will use to overcome Potter. Now, go, my minions, and serve me well. Do not rest until both Lehitriat's and Athena's blood have been spilt. "A cry of uncertainty fled the lips of a Death Eater in the form of, "How do we know which is Fate?" "Fool!" The Dark Lord responded, coming upon the sheepish Death Eater maliciously. "The one who is ready to fight shall be Fate, whereas the one who does not speak is Peace, just as the one who protests logically is Wisdom. Do I make myself clear?" His words rolled from him with sharp tones, indicating he was not happy with his follower's stupidity. "Yes," The young man replied, his voice cracking in the slightest. "Good. Now, flee." In a wisp of smoke, Voldemort's silhouette was gone. Harry's eyes narrowed upon this act, whereas Ron found his voice. "Should we follow them?" "No, you twit, we're going to allow them to unleash whomever this Fate is upon this world, even though we've overcome his plans for the past six years." It was obvious Harry was becoming annoyed with Ron, but only slightly. The black-haired boy strode forwards, just as Hermione shot out a hand to his collar and drug him back. "Firstly, we ought to go and tell Dumbledore. But, knowing the both of you, you'd rather go gallivanting all around the world before doing such. So, we should at least disguise ourselves." With a flick of her wand, she was garbed in a pitch black cloak, her face seemingly nothing but tangible darkness. Harry cast an analytical gaze all about her as she pointed her wand at both he and Ron, surprised the next instant to find he too, was covered in black. He craned his neck so he could glance at Ron, but it was no use, he blended in with the forest too well. "Ron, you there?" He inquired to nothingness, his hand jabbing in front of him with great force, only to be blocked by another force. "Yes, Harry." He groaned. Then, the emerald-eyed lad turned so he could properly view the Death Eaters; it seemed they were about to set off.