PROLOGUE
"Minerva, we have to start training them this year," cried Albus Dumbledore. "She's not ready, I've contacted the other schools, they say the other two aren't ready either, plus they haven't even arrived," Minerva McGonagall screamed back.
"They're arriving this year. We MUST fulfill what has been foretold."
Dumbledore handed Minerva a slip of old tattered paper:
"The three who are Gemini, rulers of air, shall finish the job of the one who brought the downfall of Voldemort. They shall be taught the craft that is made up of in-depth spells and potions. The three beasts of the legends shall be their guide, and lend them their powers. A powerful witch shall teach and prepare them for their foretold task, but shall interrupt their destinies. One date of birth they shall share, and Voldemort will be no match for them."
"How do we know we have the right girls, or even the right instructor, we don't even have the Three Pendants of the Three Beasts of the Legends, Albus, use common sense."
"Minerva, I know, and that's what matters."
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