A/N – Told entirely from the Keeper's point of view. Anything you recognise belongs to JK Rowling, and not me. I will try to be faithful in updating, please feel free to express whatever feelings you have about it… and above all, enjoy.
Chapter One – Prophecies Murdered
I picked my way through the wreckage of my beloved Hall. Delicate orbs of spun glass turned to snowdrifts, and ornate shelves broken into firewood. The tears were running down my face, and my hands were cut as I pawed through the broken glass.
The prophecies were gone, but that wasn't what made me cry. Most of them were so old that the light had gone out of them, meaning that their people were dead. I wondered about that as I swept the shards into a pile with a gesture of my hand. I had seen many of the prophecies die, heard a little sigh from across the room as they ceased to have any meaning. And yet here I was, still alive. Outliving everything in a windowless room where no one was afraid of me.
When the glass was piled I held out both my hands and concentrated. The glass glowed blue for a moment, then began to disappear, unravelling itself and returning to the silvery strands that twisted in the air for a moment before vanishing.
The shelves were easily fixed; a few simple gestures and they were good as new. Except they were empty.
I remembered the people who came into my Hall and the tears welled up again. First there were children. I liked them. I knew their leader, the thin boy with black hair like someone I knew from Hogwarts. I had spun him a prophecy once, and then watched it unfold. Time gets confused sometimes… I see the future in prophecy, which is a very confusing way to look at anything.
But anyway, I was sure he was looking for his prophecy. I knew where it was, and I was going to introduce myself when I saw something that frightened me. They all had their wands out. When they took me away from school they all had their wands out. Were they going to take me away from my Hall?
When I went to Hogwarts I had friends like this boy had, but after they took me away I never saw them again. The lead boy, who I think was called Potter, was wearing glasses of a much larger sort than Mr Prose, who checked in on me before Mr Bode and Mr Jennings. There was a scar on his forehead, made by a curse from the look of it.
He was worried, I could see that, and I don't think the prophecy was on his mind. If I wasn't so scared of his wand I would have shown myself.
Then it gets hazy. There were men, and women, dressed in black and wearing white masks. They almost killed the children, and I almost rushed out to help them, but there were so many of them and I'm not powerful enough to really hurt anyone. I like quiet, and delicate things. These people were anything but delicate. They would have killed everyone, and they seemed to be after the boy's prophecy. Well, I couldn't stand for that!
When the children fled I ran too, hidden behind my prophecies. I wanted to show them the way out, the passage they had built so my minders could get in easily. If I showed it to them, they could escape, but the people in masks would be stuck!
But it wasn't to be. Something hit me in the back, something red hot and angry that threw me to the ground, and I cried out but my voice was rusty so no one heard me. Then it went dark, and that was that.