Heroes of the Legacy,

You will travel around the world, following the Unum to the destinations of the marbles. These marbles, however pathetic they look, play a crucial part in preventing the Catalyst from ceeding to the Unum. Your main objective here is to cease the Unum's plans to claim the Catalyst as their own. Figure out the meaning of this prophency. This is over a millenia old, and it is to be taken seriously. You may find this more simple than any prophency you had to work with, so further apologies for the lack of mystery, however, the writer of this prophecy (whom you will meet hence you succeed) is to blame.

Ball of power in the heart of places,

Sphere of Sorcery where magic races,

Sphere of Poseidon dwells in the Olympian shores,

Sphere of Breeze in East American floors,

Sphere of Geb in the kingdom of sand

Sphere of Loki in the viking lands

Lines of map cross at spot

Disc of fate on roots of naught


We figured out the meaning of this so called prophecy fairly quickly, but the lands we would have to go shocked us. The next few hours were a blur. Percy and Hiccup ran around, securing weapons while Jack confirmed our transport. We would fly there, obviously, on our respective animals/objects, but the uneasiness of separation did not wear away. Even if we travelled at non-human speeds, it would take positively ages to reach all destinations. The paper containing the prophecy and the small note had floated down in the wake of the rainbow lady, which was positively brilliant. According to her, we would meet the writer of bad rhymes, which Percy (for some reason) insisted on naming the unknown person Apollo.

"SO! HARRY! ARE WE THERE YET?" The howling of the wind prevented much talk, so we had flown in near silence to where the first line of the prophecy indicated. I risked a quick glance backwards at Jack, who was flying along leisurely next to me. I frowned, eyes squinting in the distance.

"PERHAPS!" I yelled back, hands wrapped tightly around my broom. Never had I ridden my broom at such high speeds, especially as we were crossing the Atlantic.

"LLLANNNNDDDD AHOOOOOYYY!" Someone behind me hollered as a thin grey line appeared in the edge of the seemingly everlasting stretch of mist.

We had arrived in Britain.


Swerving through King's Cross station, we slowly made our way through the crowd, weaving our way ungracefully as we stumbled around. Carter and I had combined our magic to conceal the animals that flew silently overhead, so there were no fussing over giant griffins/dragons/flying horses. I skidded into a stop in front of a wall.

"We're here." I announced, watching through the corner of my eye as I grinned at the confused looks on my friend's faces when they stared at the wall, then at the signs.

"So... Platform 10 or 9?" Hiccup piped up, his eyes still glued on the signs.

"Both." I attempted to stifle the laughter when the already-slightly-confused looks morphed into bewilderment. "Show no fear." I ran at the wall, smiling as the bricks flew by me and I arrived at the empty station of platform 9 and 3/4. "Accio Hogwarts train" I mumbled, smiling as a small red stick hurtled towards me from a distance. Running back, the sweet sound of my friends squeaking in surprise met me. "The train awaits."

"Can't we fly there?" Carter frowned, occasionally glancing up at the invisible animals that were (assumingly) hovering above us.

"Nope. Had a mishap with a flying car once, and I'm not very excited to repeat that."

"A flying car?" Percy echoed, eyes round.

"Well, we're going to Hogwarts, sort of like a Camp Half Blood for wizards. That's what I think the line of the prophecy means. Sphere of Sorcery where magic races. It's rather simple decoding, but I'm pretty sure that's what it translates to, since the magic portion of the Catalyst was said to 'gravitate towards me'. Where we could find a tiny marble is what's bothering me most right now." I shook my head lightly. "Before we get all depressed, let's go to school, shall we?"


"Nice school." Carter remarked as we stepped off the small boats. It was nighttime, so naturally, the castle looked even gloomier. We had dropped off Freak (Carter's turkey-obsessed griffin), BlackJack and Toothless to fly around grazing. The beasts had been strangely hesitant about leaving us to our own, but we managed to convince them that Carter, Percy and Hiccup would be fine. Ignoring the dread of threat that seemed to linger in my thoughts, I unrolled the parchment again, getting ready to repeat the assumption I merged on the train.

"Since it says Ball of power in the heart of places, I can only assume the marble is in the heart of Hogwarts." I rolled up the scroll and tucked it back into my pocket. "Obviously there's going to be some sort of deterrent..."

"No shock there." Hiccup mumbled. We ventured into Hogwarts, candles lighting up in our wake. The silence was eerie, and it felt wrong to be inside in the summer holidays.

"Strange... There were people that could stay back for the vacation, I know I did. Perhaps they all went home for summer..." I was abruptly cut off by a screech to the right. Perhaps it was Freak, who randomly decided to follow us. That griffin was annoying unpredictable. Another screech. Definitely not the griffin. "Weapons out" I hissed, drawing my wand. I could feel the power rolling off us as weapons were drawn. As the screeching slowed to a stop, we crept up the unnaturally still staircases towards the Dark Tower, which was located smack in the middle of Hogwarts.

Something that was shadowed in the veils of night jumped at us.

It was large.

It was just simply ginormous.

And it tackled Percy to the ground.


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You . have . to . wait . until . probably . next . week . to . find . out . what . happened . HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAEVILSMILEHAHAHAHAHA.

I apologize for being immature and potentially evil. For a compensation, I'll give you the satisfaction of knowing the next chapter is also narrated by Harry Potter. Hey, it's his turf, so it's his POV.

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