Hey! I'm back with the new and improved version of The Prophecy. The only
difference is that it's going to be completely different from my original
idea, but that's ok because it will be better, I hope. Anyway read, review,
and enjoy
Rated PG-13 for some language and maybe some slightly risqué parts later.
Everything in this story except my OC belongs to J.K. Rowling, one of the most talented writers ever.
Terentia
After a long morning of brewing emergency potions at St. Brunhilda's Wizarding Hospital one of my favorite things to do is drink a frappicino. Yes, this may sound very strange, a witch enjoying a muggle brew, but ever since I came to the good old U.S.A. I've been addicted to the stuff. This little pick me up only works, though, if I am completely and utterly alone. Today, this was not the case. Intern Healers continually popped their heads into my office asking questions only elementary school students ask. A headache began to formulate itself within the front of my skull and I cringed in pain. Quickly, I brewed myself one of the many anti-headache potions that have been created. After drinking the potion the throbbing pain receded and I was able to concentrate on my paper work again. My focus didn't last lon, just when I was beginning to get work done I got a visitor.
"Hello Terri. It's been awhile, huh?" said the visitor.
I looked up at my older brother and my eyes began to fill with water. I wouldn't cry though. I hadn't cried in fifteen years.
"Remus! What are you doing here?" I asked joyfully. "Nothing's happened to Mum, right?"
"No, she's fine. I just came to see you and ask you to come home.
"You know I can't do that Remus. It's dangerous for me and the Order still has yet to figure out why I was attacked in the first place. He was already powerless when I was attacked. I don't want to leave this place. I'm safe and I'm beginning to like it."
"Just now! It's been fifteen years!"
"This place is a lot different from London! It takes a lot of getting used to."
He chuckled softly then said, "I think it's time for Harry to meet you and Dumbledore has some sort of proposition to make."
"Alright, I'll take some time off, but I'm only going back for a visit. No one but the usual gang is to know I'm there. I'm still scared, Remus, and I don't know why."
"Everything will be fine Terentia. I promise."
"Don't make promises that you can't keep Remus."
He gave me a reassuring glance and then I said, "Ok, let's get away from this hell hole. I need something to drink."
"Good idea. I could go for some pumpkin juice myself."
"That's not exactly what I had in mind."
# # # # # #
After exiting the hospital, I lead Remus down the busy streets of 45th Street to Times Square. He looked around in awe at the flashing signs and the billboards of half naked woman modeling lingerie. I laughed softly to myself remembering the first time I saw Times Square. I had the very same look on my face. What I didn't notice then was the muggles that were probably staring at me. They looked at Remus as if he were a deranged lunatic that had just escaped from a mental institution. I mentally reminded myself to tell him as long as we were staying in New York he couldn't wear his usually emerald green robes. He had failed to notice the fact that I was in muggle garb and that he should have followed suit as we left the hospital. Oh well. Let the people stare. They stared at me the same way fifteen years ago.
We then came upon my favorite Starbuck's in New York. It is conveniently located next to Pizza Hut and Dairy Queen. Those three restaurants are my guilty pleasures. For some reason I have developed and addiction to not only frappicinos, but also those cheesy muggle bread sticks and a vanilla cone with rainbow sprinkles. It's amazing I don't weigh three hundred pounds. Anyway, I lead Remus into the first Starbucks he's ever been in. He gazed around the crammed café and told me it slightly reminded him of Diagon Alley just before a new school term begins. I laughed and then ordered us both a cappuccino with whipped cream on top, yet another one of my guilty pleasures.
We sat down at a little table and began to reminisce about "old times". Times when I was happy. As we talked about these things I began to realize how much I really did miss my home and everyone there. Cautiously, I brought up my husband.
"Remus, I got a letter from Sirius last year."
"I know. He told me he was sending it to you via snail mail."
"Please don't tell me that you asked why a person would use a snail!"
"I did. I'm sorry! I'm just a naïve wizard, unlike you. He had to explain to me the whole muggle mailing system. It's quite interesting really. Imagine, they don't even use owls. It's very innovative. One of the smarter muggle systems."
"I never thought of it that way. Anyway, when we arrive please tell me I'll be able to see him. He's still at Grimmauld Place, right?"
"Terentia, can we go someplace a bit more private to talk about this?"
"I guess so, is there something wrong?"
"Yes, but I'd rather not tell you here."
With my heart pounding, I lead Remus to my flat. He made general small talk for about ten minutes before I forced him to tell me what was going on.
"I think you should sit down," he said to me.
I sat down on my newly purchased purple lounge chair, but with all of my anxious energy, I couldn't get comfortable. Remus noticed my squirming, ordered me to sit still, and then began to tell me the bad news.
"Terentia, you need to stay calm, okay?" he said.
"Okay," I replied.
"Last June Sirius was killed during an attack on the Ministry by He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
I stared dumbly into his light blue eyes for about five minutes. I couldn't comprehend what I was being told. Sirius, dead? No! Impossible! He was more fit, active, and full of life that any of us. It couldn't be true. The only man I ever loved was dead. A single tear streamed down my cheek as Remus gathered me up into one of his famous bear hugs and held me.
After about a half hour he spoke.
"Terri, will you please say something. You're scaring me."
"I'm sorry. I'm just shocked, that's all."
"You know you can cry if you need to."
"Remus, I haven't cried in over fifteen years and I don't think I ever will again."
Rated PG-13 for some language and maybe some slightly risqué parts later.
Everything in this story except my OC belongs to J.K. Rowling, one of the most talented writers ever.
Terentia
After a long morning of brewing emergency potions at St. Brunhilda's Wizarding Hospital one of my favorite things to do is drink a frappicino. Yes, this may sound very strange, a witch enjoying a muggle brew, but ever since I came to the good old U.S.A. I've been addicted to the stuff. This little pick me up only works, though, if I am completely and utterly alone. Today, this was not the case. Intern Healers continually popped their heads into my office asking questions only elementary school students ask. A headache began to formulate itself within the front of my skull and I cringed in pain. Quickly, I brewed myself one of the many anti-headache potions that have been created. After drinking the potion the throbbing pain receded and I was able to concentrate on my paper work again. My focus didn't last lon, just when I was beginning to get work done I got a visitor.
"Hello Terri. It's been awhile, huh?" said the visitor.
I looked up at my older brother and my eyes began to fill with water. I wouldn't cry though. I hadn't cried in fifteen years.
"Remus! What are you doing here?" I asked joyfully. "Nothing's happened to Mum, right?"
"No, she's fine. I just came to see you and ask you to come home.
"You know I can't do that Remus. It's dangerous for me and the Order still has yet to figure out why I was attacked in the first place. He was already powerless when I was attacked. I don't want to leave this place. I'm safe and I'm beginning to like it."
"Just now! It's been fifteen years!"
"This place is a lot different from London! It takes a lot of getting used to."
He chuckled softly then said, "I think it's time for Harry to meet you and Dumbledore has some sort of proposition to make."
"Alright, I'll take some time off, but I'm only going back for a visit. No one but the usual gang is to know I'm there. I'm still scared, Remus, and I don't know why."
"Everything will be fine Terentia. I promise."
"Don't make promises that you can't keep Remus."
He gave me a reassuring glance and then I said, "Ok, let's get away from this hell hole. I need something to drink."
"Good idea. I could go for some pumpkin juice myself."
"That's not exactly what I had in mind."
# # # # # #
After exiting the hospital, I lead Remus down the busy streets of 45th Street to Times Square. He looked around in awe at the flashing signs and the billboards of half naked woman modeling lingerie. I laughed softly to myself remembering the first time I saw Times Square. I had the very same look on my face. What I didn't notice then was the muggles that were probably staring at me. They looked at Remus as if he were a deranged lunatic that had just escaped from a mental institution. I mentally reminded myself to tell him as long as we were staying in New York he couldn't wear his usually emerald green robes. He had failed to notice the fact that I was in muggle garb and that he should have followed suit as we left the hospital. Oh well. Let the people stare. They stared at me the same way fifteen years ago.
We then came upon my favorite Starbuck's in New York. It is conveniently located next to Pizza Hut and Dairy Queen. Those three restaurants are my guilty pleasures. For some reason I have developed and addiction to not only frappicinos, but also those cheesy muggle bread sticks and a vanilla cone with rainbow sprinkles. It's amazing I don't weigh three hundred pounds. Anyway, I lead Remus into the first Starbucks he's ever been in. He gazed around the crammed café and told me it slightly reminded him of Diagon Alley just before a new school term begins. I laughed and then ordered us both a cappuccino with whipped cream on top, yet another one of my guilty pleasures.
We sat down at a little table and began to reminisce about "old times". Times when I was happy. As we talked about these things I began to realize how much I really did miss my home and everyone there. Cautiously, I brought up my husband.
"Remus, I got a letter from Sirius last year."
"I know. He told me he was sending it to you via snail mail."
"Please don't tell me that you asked why a person would use a snail!"
"I did. I'm sorry! I'm just a naïve wizard, unlike you. He had to explain to me the whole muggle mailing system. It's quite interesting really. Imagine, they don't even use owls. It's very innovative. One of the smarter muggle systems."
"I never thought of it that way. Anyway, when we arrive please tell me I'll be able to see him. He's still at Grimmauld Place, right?"
"Terentia, can we go someplace a bit more private to talk about this?"
"I guess so, is there something wrong?"
"Yes, but I'd rather not tell you here."
With my heart pounding, I lead Remus to my flat. He made general small talk for about ten minutes before I forced him to tell me what was going on.
"I think you should sit down," he said to me.
I sat down on my newly purchased purple lounge chair, but with all of my anxious energy, I couldn't get comfortable. Remus noticed my squirming, ordered me to sit still, and then began to tell me the bad news.
"Terentia, you need to stay calm, okay?" he said.
"Okay," I replied.
"Last June Sirius was killed during an attack on the Ministry by He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
I stared dumbly into his light blue eyes for about five minutes. I couldn't comprehend what I was being told. Sirius, dead? No! Impossible! He was more fit, active, and full of life that any of us. It couldn't be true. The only man I ever loved was dead. A single tear streamed down my cheek as Remus gathered me up into one of his famous bear hugs and held me.
After about a half hour he spoke.
"Terri, will you please say something. You're scaring me."
"I'm sorry. I'm just shocked, that's all."
"You know you can cry if you need to."
"Remus, I haven't cried in over fifteen years and I don't think I ever will again."