Beltane Night
VII: Prophecy [Narcissa POV]

She sat in a store located in Knockturn Alley; it had gained the reputation of catering to only dark witches and Wizards. Narcissa had never believed in Seer's much but with everything that had happened during the past few weeks she thought it was best to consult one.

Narcissa had snuck out late at night, despite Lucius's warnings to stay far away from Madam Rhea. She was a direct descendent of Dione, a famous Greek Seer. Dione was an oracle that was devoted to the Mother Goddess. She was more deformed due to her being a descendent of Aphrodite as well. Aphrodite wished to be the only woman in the world who was beautiful and known for that. Due to the gift that the women in her family were given she cursed them with disfiguration so that no man may use them and look upon them like a goddess.

It was a blessing and a curse to her line and now Narcissa was waiting to face Madam Rhea. She fidgeted in her seat until she heard the rustling of the beaded curtains. One house elf had brought out tea and placed it in the center table for the witches.

Lightning cracked the sky and the eerie mood set into the room. Narcissa sneered at the mismatched furniture and the hodgepodge of furniture that cluttered the small shop. Potions and skulls lined the walls on the shelves a long with books that have been covered in dust, some for maybe a few centuries.

"My—my, what do we have here?" the old woman crooned.

"I am Narcissa Malfoy, from the line of Blacks. I've come for your assistance," Narcissa stated. She had never been to Madam Rhea before, but she had heard the horror stories; so she braced herself.

Out from the curtains stepped a young woman. Her red hair was tangled in dread locks and her golden skin was cut up with scars. Her eyes had been scared over and Narcissa wondered how the young woman saw the world around her. Her questions were answered when the young woman but her hands up; an eye on each of her palms was opened. The eyes inspected her and Rhea moved forward to sit on the chair opposite of Narcissa.

"Oh, I know who you are—wife to Lucius Malfoy II and mother to Draco Lucius Malfoy. Your father is Cygnus Black and your mother is Druella Rosier. You attended Hogwarts and were in the Slytherin household and you are the youngest of three sisters in your family. Oh, I know all about you Narcissa Malfoy," the woman said.

Narcissa was biting her cheek and screaming inside. Now she knew why Lucius had begged her to not attend this woman. He had seen her once when they were in Hogwarts; he had gone when Voldemort had come to him with the proposition of becoming a Death Eater. He wasn't sure how his future would go and without thinking of what it would do went to see her. He had told Narcissa the horror story that she told him.

"You know all about me, so then tell me what I wish to hear," Narcissa urged.

"I know what you wish to hear, but it is not the same as what you must hear. Do you understand that?" Madam Rhea thundered. It only irritated Narcissa; she didn't like to be talked back too and especially not by some half-blood seer.

"Then what must I hear? I want to keep my family safe," Narcissa said.

"Even the one who is beneath you, this is the calm my dear. Everything you know will end and the lines will become blurred with who is friend and who is foe. Do you really wish to ruin the balance your life is in over someone like a Mudblood?" Rhea questioned.

"She is not a Mudblood," Narcissa snapped back at her, "she is a divine witch. You should know better than anyone what she is capable of."

"There is the fire that will save you, do you wish to hear your prophecy?" she laughed. The grin that the woman had on her face was sickening. She licked her fingers and slowly dipped it in her tea and began to swirl it gently.

The woman's face became blank and she placed one of her hands in the air, the eye in her palm blinking rapidly and soon the iris went away and it glossed over. The veins in her hand began to creep around the eye when she started speaking. Her voice seemed different and echoed around the room.

"I see you. When the Goddess and Stag meet, he shall meet in her in blood and moss! His divine sacrifice is the spilling blood of hundreds for the next goddess of Avalon. He forgets not and her one job to destroy the blood. A Wolf and Stag meet, but order must be restored; one may not live while the other is alive—

"Forget, you must forget." The woman chanted and shook her head from side to side.

"No please keep going," Narcissa begged her.

The woman sighed and continued on with her prophecy, "Blood of my blood forgive these fools for they know not what they do. Surrender to the silver stag for it knows—it knows!"

"What does that mean?" Narcissa asked.

"You will know what it means when the dragons fire fades. You will be the Christian Judas and betray the one you must not and kiss his cheek with your dirty lips. You will deny him thrice! You shall set up the last battle," Rhea warned her.

"The lord is back, come to deliver a magical race. You are in too far and I see where your alliances are. Your Mudblood will be safe, but not survive without battle scars. Your son, I cannot say—his future changes too much. He battles himself—go now, I must not say another word," she prattled. She flicked her wrist and opened the door into Knockturn Alley.

Narcissa didn't say a word and pulled the hood up of her cloak before disappearing into the alleyway in the middle of the night.

"You know what you must do Narcissa Malfoy," a voice called out from the shop but Narcissa didn't stop walking away from the building. She apparated silently to the Manor; she didn't know if the Prophecy was going to help or make things worse for them.

She could only pray to the goddess that it was the first.


Thank you for all of the reviews and support. I know it may seem like it's going a bit slow at the moment and that this chapter was short, but it's just setting up the structure before I let Godzilla come and destroy it all (in a good way).

This may sound weird but I'd like you to review if you understand or don't understand the religion and tradition that I'm trying to explain. I want to know how I can improve of what more I can explain in future chapters to make it easier on the readers.

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