Summery: Deathly Hallows compliant except for the epilogue. A prophecy is made in the department of mysteries, during one of the test sessions. The ministry workers search long and hard for the two the prophecy speaks of. Meanwhile the two are experiencing some haunting adventures and surprises bringing them closer together...fulfilling the prophecy without knowledge, while the ministry is worried about the fate of the wizarding world.
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize, it belongs to J.K Rowling I only came up with the plot. This will be the only disclaimer, because always forget, I own nothing you recognize.
Death of Moonlight
Chapter one: Prologue
Uneven foot steps echoed along the dark isle as Robert Jamison made his way through the towering shelves. Jamison was a short, thin, mousy man, with a balding head, a pointed nose, and light brown whiskers above his upper lip.
His purple 'Unspeakable' robes were fluttering at his feet as he shuffled down the isle; the black room pulsed with whispers and eerie blue light.
"194...195...197...198!" he exclaimed quietly to himself, turning sharply down the row and he continued to the very end. Holding the glowing blue orb in his hands carefully, he shuddered; the feeling of whispers and spirits overwhelmed him. He set the warm globe on the metal pedestal on a chest-high shelf.
Robert slowly pulled his wand from his pocket making a slow circular movement before a twist and a jab; he quickly placed his wand away, as if afraid that what he did was dangerous.
The small man watched as spidery, swirling words began to appear on a smudged gold plaque directly placed on the shelf.
"Unknown,
Unknown
I.M.P
R.A.J"
A chill passed once more through his body as he recalled the blank look on the Seer's face.
Her dark blank eyes and cold voice seemed to haunt him, "On the full moon of their twenty first years two will find their true heritance by way of transformation, a woman descended from Mira a man from Dracolia. Their love is hidden behind the years of prejudice, but if they do not unite in every way our world shall parish, for their love is written in the stars. They will find their true identity on the first full moon of this fortnight."
Isabella Penne was a beautiful young orphan girl who began a prophecy in the middle of muggle London; the ministry took her away in order to conduct prophecy control. The ministry had been under severe stress trying to manage all prophecies, after the war all prophecies were being carefully watched so that they could be taken care of sooner and more effectively than before.
Robert snapped out of his trance, and turned quickly to hurry down the row and back into the main isle, practically running towards the large black door. He emerged in the circular room breathing heavily but continued on through another door coming out at a small elevator.
Pressing the number '5' he rode upward, trying to get his sporadic breathing under control, finally the golden doors opened with a satisfying, "bing" and he scurried out. Robert made his way down a long, white hallway, with wooden doors on either side, he sighed as he finally got to the last door on the hall.
He stood still facing it for a moment, franticly trying to calm his breathing before turning the knob and going in. Inside the room was painted a blinding white with a long dark cherry wood table in the middle, and plush red chairs around it.
Everyone in the room turned to look at Roberts flushed face as he came into the room.
"Sorry I'm late," he muttered sitting down in the nearest empty chair.
"What was so important that you called us all here, Jamison," the slow deep voice of the minister said from the other end of the table.
"Well…sir…I mean…Mr. Shacklebolt sir…I was monitoring one of our newer Seers, when she began to prophesize…so naturally I recorded it and what it said is very…important, Mr. Shacklebolt sir," Jamison stuttered, sinking lower into his chair.
"Well…what did it say?" a low but pleasant voice said from beside Minister Shacklebolt.
"Oh…Mr. Potter I didn't know you were going to be here…well…it said…" and Robert repeated word-for-word the disturbing prophecy.
"I see…well that is very important, thank you Mr. Jamison you may leave…I believe the council have a few things we need to discuss." Kingsley Shacklebolt said as he watched little Robert Jamison, stumble from his seat and out the door.
As soon as it shut behind the Unspeakable the minister spoke, "this is a very important prophecy, it needs to be looked into immediately, and we must find whom it is talking about," said the dark man looking around, "Ms. Andrews…why don't you tell the council who Mira and Dracolia actually are." He said sitting down at the head of the table.
A tall thin woman stood up, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose she began to speak in a slightly nasally tone, " Mira, was in fact the first noted Fairy, she was queen and most famous for her help with wizards overtaking the forbidden forest from the goblins, she was said to be very beautiful and powerful. Dracolia is probably the most noted Vampire in wizarding history, his blood thirst and lust creating chaos throughout Romania and eventually into Britain as he grew stronger. He was so feared that his killings leaked to the muggle world, they called him Dracula. Only wizards know his real name. He was killed by a stake through the heart, but it took a long time to catch him because he was quick and impossible to find." The woman sat down quickly slightly embarrassed at her own vast knowledge.
"Thank you Victoria," the Minister replied bowing his head at the blushing woman.
"So basically, we need to find these two unknown people and convince them to fall in love, because the fate of the wizarding world depends on it?" Harry Potter said slightly sarcastically.
"Not only that, Mr. Potter, but these two…people…will have characteristics of their ancestors it says on the first full moon of their twenty first year they will find their true heritance, this means they will somehow…transform." A pudgy man from down the table said lacing his hands together and laying them on the table haughtily.
"Well…this should be fun," Harry said standing up to stretch but stopping quickly to ask a question, "when is the first full moon of this year?" he asked
"Tomorrow night," a dreamy voice from the very end of the table said
"Thanks for mentioning that before, Luna," Harry said looking down the table at his strange friend.
"No one asked," she replied standing up along with everyone else her long blonde hair swinging behind her on her way out.
"Great," The boy who lived muttered to himself, "the fate of the wizarding world rests in the hands of two crazed loons,"
So it began.