The room was dark, and if one happened to get a good glimpse around it, one would see the many amber orbs that lined the walls. A dark cloaked figure entered the room through a heavy door, his face hidden by the hood he wore up. He walked slowly, skimming the written blocks underneath each orb that it was set carefully on. He slowed, then stopped, and reached for one. He held it on his hand in the air, studying it closely. The room was filled with a sudden orange glow, and when that died down beside him stood a transparent figure, rotating on the ground it stood.
Betrayal is evident in the art of war
But no one thought from that Auror
Best friend of the light and enemy of dark
The lover was gone the betrayal alert
The figure repeated this, turning. then it was gone, and the figure left in a flurry of dark robes.
If one had taken the time to look where the orb had been taken from, and the label beneath where it had once stood, they would have had a shock. The label read, in carefully scrolled black spidery writing,
The Prophecy of:
Hermione Granger
Lord Voldemort