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Here comes the first real chapter of the story, be prepared.
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Chapter 1
Rachel decided to put on her Camp Jupiter sweater, even though it had like 28°C degrees out there. Some of the Romans were looking at her weirdly, most of them in T-Shirts or tops and already sweating under the morning sun. She pulled the sweater tighter around her and shuddered a bit. She was still cold. Maybe she had a fever?
Greeting Terminus on her way over the city limits, she made her way towards the camp. Normally she was in the library at this time or in the Garden of Bacchus, but today she didn't have time for that.
She reached the entrance to Camp a good ten minutes later, greeting the two legionaries on duty.
"Rachel!", called a voice from behind her, just as she was passing the barracks.
Startled Rachel turned around, smiling when she saw Hazel coming her way. The daughter of Pluto caught up to her, a serious expression on her face. Quickly Rachel dropped her smile.
"What is it?", she asked, concerned. Had it something to do with her vision?
"Reyna want's you to come to her immediately", Hazel told her.
"I was actually on my way to her", Rachel explained, motioning towards her sketchbook.
"You had a vision?", Hazel asked surprised. "Is the oracle working again?"
Rachel shook her head sadly. Even if it was good, that the oracle couldn't hijack her at any time, she felt like a part of her was missing.
"So, just a demigod-dream then? Oh wait, you aren't a demigod.", Hazel's eyes got wide. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"It's alright, Hazel, stop apologizing for something banal as this", Rachel interrupted. "You said, Reyna wanted to see me?"
Hazel, still a bit flushed, nodded hastily and told the redhead to follow her. They made their way through the Camp towards the temples. Rachel wondered shortly, what they were doing there, when she saw a group of people crowding around a small temple at the far right side. It was a round black building with writings engraved on the walls and purple torches burning in front of it.
"That's the temple of Trivia, the roman goddess of magic and ghosts.", whispered Hazel, when they reached it.
Rachel nodded her thanks to the younger girl, glad for the explanation.
The crowd parted when they saw the two girls, letting them walk through the opening into the temple. There were no torches or other sources of light, but it was still illuminated. Rachel wondered briefly where the light was coming from, then remembered to whom this temple belonged. The answer was probably magic.
Reyna stood, with the back to her, in the center of the room, a few persons kneeling in front of her. Even from the doorway, Rachel could see the bad shape they were in. They were thin, their clothes torn and faces dirty, trembling in fear of the roman praetor.
"Centurion Levesque, would you please close the door" The voice of Reyna betrayed no emotion.
Hazel did as she was told, shutting out the whispering from the crowd outside.
"Who are they?", Rachel asked, stepping next to her friend.
"They came here seeking shelter. We brought them here, because this temple belongs to their patron goddess."
"Hecate is a patron of some mortals?", Hazel asked dumbstruck. "No offense, Rachel", she added hastily.
"None taken. I don't consider myself a normal 'mortal' anymore, seeing as I'm the Oracle of Delphi, standing under the protection of Apollo", Rachel told her, grinning a bit.
Reyna shot her a glance, before answering Hazel's question. "As far as we know, Hecate isn't a patron, Trivia however is. They are different persons. Didn't Hecate herself tell you, she didn't have a roman aspect?"
"Yes, she did."
"Is Trivia more a complete roman goddess then, like Bellona?", asked Rachel.
"Honestly, we don't really know" Reyna focused back on the mortals kneeling in front of her.
"You may rise", she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Trembling they got up and Rachel was finally able to make out who they were. Three of them were male, the other female, the boys with the same bright orange hair. What shocked Rachel the most, was the tiny body one of the men, looking about 30, was shielding. It was a small girl, with bushy brown hair, not more than five years old. She was peeking out behind, what was probably her dad's legs, staring at the teenagers in front of her in wonder. Two of the men were twins, looking a bit older than the guy with the kid, while the woman was dark skinned, with black hair. She too was hiding a kid behind her, a boy with lighter skin and dark red hair. He seemed about two years older than the girl.
Rachel could tell, that Reyna was a bit shocked by the little kids, but she regained her composure fast enough.
"Tell me who you are", she said, authority swinging in her voice.
One of the twins gulped, clearly frightened by the young woman in front of him, even if he was fifteen years older.
"My name's Fred, that's George, Ron and Angelina", he said.
"And the kids?", asked Reyna. Both kids flinched at her tone, hiding behind their parents again.
"Aw, they are so cute, don't you think Rachel?", Hazel said, gushing over them. "You should stop scaring them, Reyna"
Reyna visibly rolled her eyes. "They came here seeking for shelter, possibly endangering our camp and the city. It is our right to learn their names", she said.
Fred nodded. "We understand. These are Charlie and Rose", he told her hastily.
Reyna nodded. Hazel meanwhile was trying to coax them out of hiding.
"Now that we now your names, is it only fair to learn ours.", Rachel said, and poked Hazel with her foot. Hazel straightened up, setting on a professional mask. "This is Reyna, daughter of Bellona and praetor of the Twelfth Legion Fulminata.", Rachel made a movement towards Reyna. "This is Hazel, daughter of Pluto and centurion of the fifth cohort." She motioned to Hazel. "And I'm Rachel, Oracle of Delphi"
"Why are you here?", asked Reyna, not giving them time to progress a thing.
Fred, who was obviously the speaker of the group, took a step forwards. "We seek shelter from the Dark Lord"
"Which one?", prompted Hazel.
"Magical Britain"
This didn't rung any bells. Rachel traded a confused glance with Hazel, who just shrugged. Reyna on the other hand seemed to understand perfectly.
"This is supposed to be a secret, like the Greeks and Romans were to each other two years ago", she told Rachel and Hazel, who nodded.
Rachel made even a zipping gesture in front of her mouth. "You may sit, this will take a while"
Together with the visitors, who were wizards apparently, Reyna explained about a group of mortals worshiping Trivia (only her, not Hecate), who learned to channel their magic through so called 'wands' and perform it. This 'Dark Lord' was named Voldemort and had gotten to power around fifty years ago. He vanished in 1980, but came back in 1991, after using something named the 'Sorcerer's Stone'. Since then he fought a war against the magical population of Britain and later Europe, which he won, seeing as the only person who could have defeated him died at young age. (Here Ron looked sad) Since 1998 Voldemort was ruling and hunted down the 'Order of the Phoenix' a rebellious organization founded during the first time Voldemort was alive. The four adults were part of this Order, who fled after their last safe house was attacked and destroyed.
Finally Hazel asked, what the name of that boy was.
"Harry Potter", answered Ron, looking down sadly.
The name was like a slap in the face for Rachel. She scrambled towards her sketchbook, which was laying by the altar, flipping through the pages, until she stopped at the drawing of the young boy from her vision. The gruesome face had called him Harry Potter, demanding a stone from him. Could this be Voldemort then?
"What is it, Rachel?", Reyna asked.
"I wanted to see you this morning because I had a vision last night, about a boy fighting with a man with two faces. The boy died, but one of the faces called him Harry Potter, demanding a stone from him.", she turned to Ron. "Is this him?"
She showed him the sketch of the boy with the green eyes and that weird lightning shaped scar.
Ron's eyes got wide. "That's Harry. How do you know that?"
"As I said, I had a dream about it." She flipped the page. "Is this Voldemort?"
Now all the adults nodded.
"Why did you dream about this?", asked Reyna. "Normally your visions center around the future of us demigods"
"I don't know, but I have a feeling that it's important. For us I mean. If the wizards have to flee from Britain, who is to say the Death Beaters, or something, won't follow? We could have a war breaking out here, if we don't do something. And I have this feeling, that we have to do something about this. Harry died way to early, the fates had other plans for him, I can feel that. So I think they want us to fix this, why else should they send me this dream? It can't be the oracle, because the spirit is still captured.", Rachel said, her 'oracle-expression' on her face.
As soon as these words left her mouth, she knew she was speaking the truth, and she knew Reyna knew that too. She didn't need her dogs for that.
"You want me to issue a quest? To save someone who died twenty years back?", she asked.
Rachel nodded.
"But we can't time travel. That's impossible", protested Hazel.
"Actually, we can", said Angelina, speaking up for the first time. "We wizards have this invention called a 'Time Turner', it can literally turn back time."
"But to use it to change history, that's not possible", interrupted Fred.
"Of course it is", insisted Angelina. "We just never tried it out, because the outcome could be horrendous."
"Is this Time Turner able to send three people into 1991?", asked Reyna.
Angelina nodded. "If you use a really big one. With enough magic to power it, it should be possible."
"Okay, could you get a hold of one?"
"I might be.", Hazel piped up. "Hecate is something like my patron, maybe Trivia will help me out too."
Reyna nodded to her. "Good, Hazel, you take on the Turner, Angelina, you help her, Rachel, we need a prophecy"
"Slow down a bit!", George interrupted. "Are you crazy? You can't just make a time travel and change the course of history."
"As Rachel said, it wasn't Harry's fate to die, so he won't die. Not at that day, and not at any other, until he defeated Voldemort."
"Why do you care?", asked George, still not convinced.
"Because your stupid Dark Lord is threatening us. I've got reports stating, that a group of mask men with sticks were attacking a demigod family in Georgia, another threatening a legacy in Ohio to join them", Reyna nearly yelled.
Rachel was shocked to hear this, the praetor hadn't shared that with her.
"So don't tell me, I shouldn't care! I thought it was stray party of monsters, but now it makes sense. Rachel's vision and you showing up at the same day, that's not a coincidence, it's the fates wanting us to change it. This war was never supposed to be ours to fight, heck, it was never supposed to happen! So we're gonna change it, if you want to, or not!" Reyna was breathing heavily.
George gulped and nodded. He squeaked out an "okay", before slowly sliding away from the furious daughter of Bellona. Angelina was silently laughing at him.
"You wanted a prophecy, right?", Rachel asked.
Reyna nodded.
"I have the feeling, that there is already one. Maybe I will find it in the the temple of Apollo, or back in my cave at Camp Half-Blood"
"Umm...there is a prophecy about Harry, that's true.", Ron piped up.
Everyone turned to look at him expectantly, even his own daughter, who was braiding Hazel's hair. He became a bit red in the face.
"Go on, Ron, tell us", Rachel encouraged.
"I uhh...I don't remember all of it", he ducked his head, ready to get yelled at.
Reyna opened her mouth, but Rachel shook her head.
"Doesn't matter. Just tell us what you know"
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...", Ron started, but Rachel didn't get the rest, blackness overcame her.
Rachel was standing in a familiar round room.
The ceiling was high and white, with a drawing of Apollo slaying Python on it. White marble pillars were holding it up, arranged in a perfect semicircle. The wall behind her was decorated with drawings of the sun and a youthful god playing the lyre. A altar stood in front of it, a bronze bowl sitting in the middle. It was the same as always. The same view on green hills and the sparkling blue sea, the same temple in Delphi as normally. Just this time, there was a giant snake curled up in front of the semicircle. It was snoring loudly, probably the reason, why Rachel was able to enter the temple.
She whirled around, towards the bowl, and just like always the green mist was swirling around in it. Rachel put both hands on the bowl, lifting it to her mouth and gulping down the mist. The familiar feeling of getting hijacked by the spirit of Delphi was so good, it scared Rachel a bit. She wasn't supposed to miss it this much, was she?
As soon as the bowl was empty, Rachel was whisked away from Delphi and everything got green.
She saw different images, a boy, Harry, sitting on a broom; running through a big underground chamber; looking older, maybe 15, supporting a big kid as they ran away from floating black capes(?); standind next to a younger Ron while laughing with a bushy haired girl; now looking 17, standing in a toilet; challenging Voldemort; looking battleworn, but happy; now looking 25, in a suit next to a beautiful woman with red hair in a wedding dress.
All these images flashed before Rachel's eyes, and she knew, this was the life Harry Potter was supposed to live. The green faded back and the interior of the Trivia temple came into focus.
Hazel was leaning over her, beaming with happiness.
"What happened?", Rachel asked confused, as she sat up.
"The oracle is back!", squealed Hazel. "You just spouted a prophecy. It is all working again"
Rachel managed a small smile. Was it really that easy to free the spirit of Delphi from Python? Take it in while the giant snake was sleeping?
"What was the prophecy?", Rachel asked.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches; born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies; and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not; and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives; the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies", Reyna recited for her.
Rachel gulped, that didn't sound too good. But she was making sure, that Harry got the life the fates had planned for him.