Destiny Unleashed
By: Spazztacular and R.J. Binx
Prologue
It was what you'd call an ordinary day at the Weasley house. The soft, gentle sunshine shined down onto the peaceful residence that the Weasleys proudly called their home, illuminating the cheery air surrounding it. It was all but deserted, though, which gave the house a sort odd, empty feeling, especially on this sort of an afternoon. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had gone off for the third time this week without the slightest inclination where they were going. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny had gone to meet Fleur and her family, along with Bill and Tonks. So, except for the single solitary figure sitting at the kitchen table, the house was deserted.
"Strange," mumbled Mr. Weasley, staring down at the stack of papers in front of him, "I hadn't expected this." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the papers, muttering under his breath a low-voiced erasing charm to clear away the ink he had spilled. He then placed his wand at his side and leaned back in his chair, sighing deeply. Suddenly, from his left, he heard an ear-splitting crack and turned to see a small shape standing beside his fireplace. He stood up quickly and pointed it at the creature.
"Who are you?" he asked slowly, watching the small figure turn around to face him. It was almost like a house-elf, except for the fact that it was quite a bit taller and long braids of black hair hanging about its face. It had a small nose and strange black eyes that stood out from its small face. It took one look at Mr. Weasley and promptly sneezed.
"Who are you?" Mr. Weasley repeated, swallowing.
"Gibbit." It answered quickly, wiping its nose on its dark green sleeve, "Gibbit of the council of Young Aurors of America." Its voice was squeaky and noticeably masculine, as were its clothes, and it had a scratchy edge to its voice.
Mr. Weasley frowned. Why would a creature such as this be standing in his living room? And from America?
"I come with a great message for an Arthur Weasley. Presumably you." Continued the creature, taking a small step towards Mr. Weasley.
"What is the message?" Asked Arthur, lowering his wand somewhat and pondering whether or not this strange creature was friend or foe.
"Well I can't tell you unless I have proof that you are in fact Arthur Weasley." It said evenly, eyeing Mr. Weasley through the curtain of black hair on his face. Mr. Weasley racked his brain for some way to prove to the creature that he was indeed himself and no spy of Voldemort's. He snapped his fingers, suddenly remembering the password he had been given in case of such an emergency.
"Pears are, of course, a most delectable treat in mid-winter and early summer, depending on how close the Numblar clouds actually are to the silver atmosphere of the shiny lake of blue fish and pink water." He recited, hoping he hadn't left anything out. The creature sneezed again and then smiled and pulled out a rolled up piece of parchment from his pocket. It was small when he pulled it from his pocket, but expanded until it was its actual size.
"By the order of the Decree number 839," It sneezed loudly and continued, "The Y.A.O.A. has decided that two of the best Aurors of America will be placed in your house on absolute Ministry business. You are to provide board, food, and all the other necessities. Your family members and any others in contact with your household may only know that the two Aurors are distant cousins coming to stay with you because of a family crisis. Do you understand?" Mr. Weasley nodded and the small creature cleared his throat and continued, "Do you have any questions?"
"Yes, one." Replied Mr. Weasley, "Who exactly are the Aurors I will be housing? And for how long?"
"The Aurors are two nineteen-year-old girls. The absolute best of their field. As for how long they will be staying, there is no set amount of time." The creature paused, and sneezed very loudly, wiping his nose on his sleeve before continuing. "They will, of course, leave immediately once they have finished the task that the organization they belong to has given them." Answered the creature.
"When will they arrive?" asked Mr. Weasley, concluding his mind that there was no possible way that this was a hoax.
"Three days from now at your sons' joke shop. Find them there, and when you do, repeat to them this; most often do I dream in the small winter moon hanging outside on the tapestry above the doorway. And they will answer; Of course, for how could one not find a heart in the never-ending collage of fudge-sickles and sunny beaches. Got it?"
"No, I-"
"You will remember every word when the time comes." And with that, the creature disappeared with a loud snap and a whirl of cold air. Mr. Weasley rubbed his balding head and sighed. Molly wouldn't be happy about this.
