Author's Note: This is a story that some friends and I started writing our junior year of High School, we are now in college. The other main coauthor, A4B4, is not actually posting stories on fanfiction as of yet…but she might. She is also my editor for this story. As she is going to the naval academy, my story is not her priority…glares at editor, at least I feel they should not be as I want her to come home from the naval academy and not be killed by early mornings because she didn't do to hot in her classes. Anyways the story begins in the Golden Trios fourth year at Hogwarts and hopefully we'll write to the seventh year and maybe further.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of the rights to Harry Potter…though I do own any OCs that appear in the story…mainly Lucy, Alanna, Laura, and Michael.
The Kassandra Prophecy
Chapter 1: The Descendents of the Prophetess Kassandra and the Great Merlyn
"Happy Birthday, Lucy!" came the yells of her friends through Lucy DeWitt's unconscious thoughts causing her to wake up. "Just five more minutes," she groaned as she rolled over in her sleeping bag that was situated on the floor of her family's living room.
"It's your only fourteenth birthday and all you can care about is sleep." laughed her friend Laura Turner.
"Well, it's your fault for playing with that stupid karaoke machine all night," mumbled Lucy into her pillow. She knew that her attempts to go back to sleep were futile when she heard the rest of the girls head into the kitchen for breakfast. If she didn't get up in the next five minutes, one of them would come back with a more vicious endeavor to roll her out of her sleeping bag. Sighing, she decided to cut her losses and, after arranging her pillow, headed towards the noise coming from a few rooms down the hallway. As she made her way to join her friends she glanced at herself in a full length mirror. She took in her shoulder length auburn hair, blue eyes, and medium build with amusement. She didn't look any different now that she was fourteen. With a last look at her freckled nose she joined her best friends at the table.
Lucy entered the kitchen to find her friends already around the dinning table. 'All but one, where is Laura?' thought Lucy. Just then she heard "Duck!" from behind her and instinctively followed the order. Laura came right over her head with a plate full of chocolate chip pancakes, a favorite treat among the group, for the table full of girls.
"You did that on purpose," cried an indignant Lucy.
"Maybe," smirked Laura as she proceeded to stuff her face with a piece of sausage.
Laura was shorter than Lucy by about 2 inches, which made it all that more dangerous for Lucy's head in the past few moments. She had brown hair, brown eyes, and fair skin as well, though unlike Lucy she had no freckles and was able to tan a little bit.
Lucy joined the girls at the table, and a rowdy conversation started about all the pre-birthday activities that had occurred the night before. The chocolate chip pancakes were passed all around the table and were soon gone.
"Hey Lucy. Could you pass the fruit please?"
Lucy looked to see who was speaking and saw her friend Alanna Youngblood sitting on the other end of the table. Her toned form she got from swimming was showing through her aqua blue, cotton pajamas as she directed her famous puppy dog look at Lucy.
"How could I resist that face?" laughed Lucy and passed the bowl down the table. The other occupants at the table included Emily Smith, the great thespian, and Laura Keith, the sarcastic one of the group. The girls continued to devour their breakfast, and the last bit of toast disappeared just as the front door bell rang.
"Lucy it's for you." Called her mom from the front of the house.
"Coming." She replied as she stood and walked to the front door.
The person who had rang the doorbell stood in the hall with a package in his hands.
"I'm likin' the pajamas, Lucy." Said her friend Michael Bradley as he pointed, moving his finger in a circle to indicate the light blue pajama pants and top which included cute little stars and moons.
"Oh, yeah," replied Lucy as she leaned against the door frame.
Michael just gave his best smile, slipped past her, and made his way through the dinning room towards the noisy kitchen. Just before he disappeared around the corner, he called over his shoulder, "I think that a Mickey Mouse sorcerer's hat would match perfectly".
"Ah, what wit," sighed Lucy, as she closed the door and joined her friends back at the kitchen table. Michael had set her gift on one end on the table along with the others and had now started a playful arm wrestling match with Alanna. The sad thing was that it seemed that Alanna was winning, who was a crowd favorite if the cheers were anything to go by. After a solid minute or two it was obvious that Michael's Hispanic charm wasn't going to get him out of this one when his wrist was forced to the table top. His knuckles followed soon after. A loud roar went up from the girls as Alanna stood up a performed a mock curtsy.
"That was so rigged," cried Michael in an indignant voice, "How was I supposed to concentrate with all that noise?"
Alanna laughed and sank into the chair next to him, "Well, Michael, that is what every man wants to know." All the other girls giggled knowingly. Michael just sat there, shaking his head, proclaiming that the day scientists found the answer of the universe would come much quicker than the day that man began to understand women.
"It's good that you accept that fact now," said Laura Turner with a solemn face, "Knowing this simple fact will save you great heart ache in the years to come."
"You know what I see in your years to come? A failed career as a fortune cookie writer because that was just awful," Michael shot back.
Laura raced around the table to show him just what she thought of that comment, but he was too quick and had jumped into the living room before Laura could reach his chair. That didn't deter her as she raced straight into the living room after him. The other girls just sighed, picked up the presents, and followed the pair. This feud had been going on for years.
The situation was finally handled when Laura was put on one side of Alanna on the couch while Michael sat next to Lucy on the floor.
"Hurry up with the presents!" cried Emily
"Such impatience," said Lucy as she grabbed an elaborately wrapped green and blue flowered package.
Inside the box was a book, since all her friends knew Lucy's favorite pastime was reading it seem like the appropriate gift.
Lucy thanked Miranda for giving her a copy of Mists of Avalon. She wanted to read it ever since she became interested in the old legends.
She then opened her other gifts. There was a copy of her favorite moviesome other books, money, jewelry, and other such gifts from her family and friends.
"Here's my gift." Said Michael as her handed her the small package he had brought.
Lucy accepted it with a small smile and began to unwrap it. It was a small rectangular jewelry box. Lucy felt slightly embarrassed at the sight. True, she and Michael had taken a slight interest in each other. They had been friends for years after all, but they hadn't even started dating yet. What was he doing giving a gift like this to someone that you're just talking to, especially in front of all her friends! Taking a deep breath, Lucy opened the box and it all out in a whoosh, her face turning bright red. Inside there was a pen and pencil set. One of the gold colored ones that you had to twist before you could write with them.
"What's wrong," cried Michael, "Did I get something wrong?"
"No, no," Lucy closed the box while trying to hide her embarrassment about what she thought was in the box, "It is perfectly suitable."
"I always see you searching for a pen in class and thought that you could use your very own set," Michael shrugged his shoulders.
All the girls giggled slightly behind their hands. What a guy gift!
Right up until about noon the girls all lounged around in their pajamas, talking and watching a movie. At eleven they went upstairs to change into some more public appropriate clothing, joined Michael back by the front door, and left for a local Italian restaurant. When everyone was following the waiter to their table, Alanna peeled off from the group claiming she needed head to the ladies room. She joined the rest of the group and ordered her usual. Loud conversation soon followed and Alanna's absence was revealed when the waiters came to the table with free ice cream and a song for the birthday girl. After the whole group sang happy birthday, they paid their bill and split different ways to go home.
Lucy and Michael decided to head back to her house, after all he did live just a few doors down. They had already plopped down on the living room couch when they heard the front door bell ring. Lucy's mom must have answered it because she heard her mom's voice calling to her from the hallway.
"Lucy there is someone at the door for you."
"Laura must have left her toothbrush here or something," mumbled Lucy
"That would be like her, making you bring it to her at the door instead of just getting it herself," replied Michael as he followed Lucy. He was prepared to make Laura pay. He had just sat down after a long walk after all!
Lost in his thoughts of revenge, Michael was completely surprised when he saw an old man standing in the doorway.
"Yes." said Lucy, the confusion in her voice told Michael that he wasn't the only one who didn't know who this person was.
"Hello, Lucy DeWitt, I presume." said the strangely dressed stranger who was complete with a long white beard and blue eyes that seemed to sparkle behind his half-moon spectacles.
"I am said person." Lucy replied.
"Well if that is true, then I have something of great importance to discuss with you."
"Um, okay." Lucy hesitated and shot a questioning glance at Michael who shrugged in reply, "Would you like to come in and sit in the living room to discuss this?"
"Yes, thank you." said the old man as he stepped into the indicated room.
Lucy silently followed and took a seat next to Michael's.
"You may want to call your parents as this requires their attention to." said the man after he sat down.
Lucy dutifully got back up and went to get her parents who returned with her and sat down together on another couch.
"First of all let me introduce myself. My name is Albus Dumbledore and I'm the headmaster at a very selective school located in England. I came here to ask if you would like to return there with me to attend this school. And because England is so far away from your home here in Texas, the school is prepared to pay for all your expenses."
"What's the name of this school? Is it like some kind of pre-Oxford?" asked Lucy's dad.
"You could see it as such, but it's more of a school for the gifted." replied Dumbledore. "This situation is quite a first. Typically our students at Hogwarts enroll at the young age of eleven, but due to some extraneous circumstances, Lucy," he indicated the girl with one of his ringed fingers, "was unable to receive her acceptance letter.
"My staff is currently working on the answer as to why we just found you and three others in this general area."
"What kind of school is this where the staff from another country comes to "find" its students. I haven't enrolled Lucy in any type of college search program," declared Lucy's father.
"You are quite right, Dumbledore smiled, "Let me explain myself. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry searches for children that have a potential for magic. We bring them to this school in hopes of developing this potential to prepare them for the magical community."
"Magic? Like spells and incantations?" asked Lucy's mom with surprise.
"Well, yes, but there is so many more branches of study than that." replied Dumbledore.
"There's no such thing as magic. It's just all a tale that is told to keep young children entertained."
"Mrs. DeWitt, magic is very much real. You just chose not to see it when it is right in front of you." Dumbledore reached into a hidden pocket in his outrageous clothes and pulled out a cylindrical, wooden stick that was about a foot and a half long.
With a flick of his wrist the couch containing Lucy's mom and dad began to hover an inch or two in the air.
Lucy's mom let out a squeal at this surprise and immediately removed herself from the piece of furniture that had suddenly brought all her perceptions about the world crashing to a halt.
"Wow, I could learn to do that? That is so awesome…I mean mom are you ok?" Lucy quickly corrected her manner.
Lucy's dad had readily followed his wife, and they now stood facing Dumbledore, his arm protectively around her shoulder.
"I think you have proven your point, sir, but where do we go from here?"
"Lucy would come and stay at Hogwarts where my competent staff and myself will train her to fulfill her potential.
"When would we see her again?" asked Lucy's mom wasn't sure if she was ready for her only daughter to go away from home at such an early age.
"All students are permitted home during Christmas and summer break, but in Lucy's case I think that we are going to have to make an exception."
"What do you mean?" demanded her father.
"As I have said before, it has taken a few years to locate Lucy and a few others in this area, and students at Hogwarts start their schooling when the turn eleven. All the students of Lucy's age have already had three years of lessons. In order to accommodate this situation, I request that she be permitted to arrive at school grounds as soon as possible. This way she will be able to join her own year mates at the start of term." Dumbledore said this whole speech in a very calming and soothing voice. Lucy saw the effect of that tone when her parents seemed to relax. Even she felt more confident about the proposal than we she first meet this man at the door.
Lucy turned her attention from her parents to Dumbledore.
"Okay, so when should I arrive?"
Michael, who had been silent throughout this entire exchange even when the couch suddenly defied gravity, softly demanded, "Are you that ready to leave your friends behind?"
"Don't be silly, Michael. I'll be home at Christmas"
Michael just shook his head, not soothed at all by Lucy's attempt at comfort.
Hearing how Lucy addressed the boy next to her, Dumbledore shifted his attention to him. "Might your last name be Bradley?
"Yes" Michael was extremely shocked at how this stranger would know his name.
"Well how fortunate," Dumbledore said, seemingly to himself, "Well, Mr. Bradley I wouldn't be so downcast about separating from Miss DeWitt because you are one of the three others that I have been for which I have been searching."
Dumbledore chuckled at the mixture of emotions that were crossing Michael's face and his in ability to form the questions flashing through his mind. "Yes, you both will be quite welcome."
"Why would they be so welcomed?" asked Lucy's mom who had accepted her daughter's new schooling situation.
"Mrs. DeWitt your daughter and her friend Michael are extremely special people. Once they are trained they will no doubt be a very powerful witch and wizard. Just like their ancestors no doubt." replied Dumbledore.
"Our ancestors?" repeated Lucy.
Dumbledore paused and smiled, "Michael you are the descendant of Merlyn himself, while Lucy you are the descendent of an ancient prophetess, and I have no doubt that once you are trained you will be just as powerful as she was."
"What was the prophetess's name?" asked Lucy already guessing the answer as she picked up her new copy of The Firebrand from off the coffee table where she had left it. Lucy stared at the picture on the front cover.
"Her name was Princess Kassandra of Troy."