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Aphrodite: We are back dear readers. Our author has been working so hard to complete this chapter as quickly as possible. We thank you for waiting patiently.
The public applauds for several moments before stopping.
Aphrodite: Well, this time we have someone very peculiar among the gods of the Pantheon of Babylon. She is known as one of the primordial gods and is feared for her incredible power. The one who gave life to several gods of Babylon and one of the personifications of chaos, let us welcome Tiamat.
Her golden hair floats behind her as her footsteps cause terror in those present. Her purple eyes are similar to those of a reptile and look deep into the souls of everyone around her. Those who look directly at her feel absolute terror, but they still clap to show their respect for her.
Her body appears to have been shaped by the hands of a sculptor, so her beauty is comparable to that of Aphrodite. The mad goddess smiles as she advances towards her seat. Aphrodite stands up.
Aphrodite: Tiamat, it's a pleasure to have you on my show.
Tiamat: The pleasure is mine. I appreciate your invitation, although our dear author should pay more attention to my own story.
Aphrodite: Don't worry, he'll give you the attention you deserve when he finishes writing a few more chapters of this story. Have a seat.
Both goddesses sit and look around. The souls present twitch in fear as they try to stay calm.
Aphrodite: Forgive them. They don't usually act this way, but you're a pretty special being among all the pantheons.
Tiamat: I know. You don't earn the title of an embodiment of chaos without being feared by almost everyone around you.
Aphrodite: Tia that's an understatement. When your pantheon went to war, all the other deities were forced to work with each other to defeat you. They tried to kill you and were unable to achieve such a task. It took a lot to seal your soul under the ocean of that planet. You're far stronger than Chronos, my own father.
Tiamat: Honey, I get it. I'm strong but we'd better change the subject, no one needs all this summary.
Aphrodite: Right. How's it going with your domain? According to our author, you created a tower with several floors in which you test mortals of different realities.
Tiamat: If I tell you the truth, the process has been long and tedious. Many mortals have captured my interest and accepted the opportunity I offer to them. Yet millions have died at the hands of the bosses on every floor of the tower and very few have advanced beyond the 151st floor. It has become a process of quality instead of quantity.
Aphrodite: That sounds terrible.
Tiamat: It is, but it's the purpose of the tower, the strongest move on while the weak stay down until they choose to die. I create the tower to test how strong mortals could get when you offered them power beyond their imaginations. I've seen millions of lives come and go but I can't get enough of seeing the complexity of mortals. Right now, a certain boy born within the depths of the tower has begun to climb the floors for the sake of vengeance but also his own desires. I have high expectations for him and those that follow him.
The mad goddess smiles and a dangerous aura surrounds her. Those present begin to fear for their lives.
Aphrodite: Your eyes tell me everything I need to know. Leaving the tower aside, how is the relationship with your old pantheon?"
Tiamat: Almost non-existent. My ex-husband forgave the actions of all those traitors, but I will never forgive them. I'm not the kindest goddess, but I'm not the worst being in all the divinity either. Betrayal is something I despise and will never forgive.
Aphrodite sees how a murderous aura surrounds Tiamat. This was getting out of hand, so she acts quickly before a catastrophe occurs. "Tia, relax. Your descendants rose their weapons against you and Abzu but that's the past. You're not obligated to forgive anyone, and I don't expect you to. I just hope that you don't start a new war with them. Just enjoy the freedom you have and don't pay attention to them."
The goddess of love smiles sincerely and her aura counters Tiamat's murderous aura. The mad goddess gives in and cools down.
Tiamat: Sometimes I don't understand how you're so different from the rest of the gods of Olympus. You're a perfect mix of compression, love, insanity, and sexual madness. How do you manage to be more approachable than Ishtar?
Aphrodite laughs. "Simple. It's because I'm better than her. Ishtar will always be a pathetic whore, and everyone knows it. I might have been born from a pair of cut testicles but I'm far too good when compare to that bitch."
Tiamat: Someday you two will begin a war and I'll be there to see it with my own eyes.
Aphrodite: I'll save you the best seat. We have run out of time, but we appreciate all of you for being back for another chapter in this story. Please read Tiamat's story on Wattpad: The tower and the inverse beast.
Tiamat: Do it or I'll destroy your world.
Aphrodite: That's not a joke. Enjoy the chapter in the meantime.
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A God with a different shot
Por Try Another Time
For Draco Malfoy, life had been full of things beyond his control. He was the only son of Lucius Malfoy thus not having the option of choosing a path outside inheriting the title of lord. He never got to meet his mother and his father prohibited any mention of her. His father has been controlling his fate since the day he was born and there wasn't a way he could escape from it. Nonetheless, he respected and loved his father, but the lack of a maternal figure had always been something that hurt him.
As the sole heir to the Malfoy family, his life had been focused on his education to inherit his father's title and continue the family legacy for which his childhood was not always the best. His father's expectations were massive, and his life followed all of his father's directions. How to act with others, with whom people he could create friendships and he even decided his fiancée from an early age.
But that was the choice he appreciated the most. Even though Pansy was far from being a normal and affable fiancée he loved the girl. He still remembered their first meeting like it was just yesterday.
Flashback.
A young Draco Malfoy walked as he held his father's hand.
"Draco," Lucius said as he moved forward with his son.
"Yes, dad?"
"We are about to arrive at the Parkinson's mansion. This place will become your second home. Parkinson's are our allies, and their daughter will be your wife in the future. Do you understand?"
"I understand Dad." Little Draco said although he didn't really understand everything the marriage involved.
Lucius stopped and knelt in front of his son. "You should never take your eyes off her. You must protect her from the hands of any bastard who tries to steal her from you. You must never let anyone else touch your fiancée. She's just yours and nobody else's. Always remember my words." Lucius's eyes were always cold and empty, but for some reason, Draco felt some affection behind that cold exterior.
"I'll do it, Dad. I'll always protect Pansy." Draco said.
Lucius smiles, yet father and son were actually referring to two different things. For Lucius, a wife was an object that you bought with money or got through alliances. You weren't obliged to have feelings for your wife, let alone if she had been unfaithful to you before marrying you. Lucius was determined to make sure his son never experienced the same tragedy as him.
In the case of young Draco, a wife was what he regarded as a friend or companion. Draco thought Pansy was someone he needed to protect as a man, though he had never seen her except for photos.
"Let's continue. Lord and Lady Parkinson are waiting for us." Lucius set out again with Draco.
Moments later.
After walking for some time, father and son reach the gardens of the mansion. The gardens were spacious and very well maintained which was completely different when compared to the Malfoy's state. Draco had never seen anything like it, not even in the few books that he had to read. The trees, flowers, bushes, and many other exotic plants decorated the area which clearly shows the extend of Parkinson's fortune.
Before they could continue, their walk was interrupted by the cries of several women. Father and son looked around the area until they saw a group of maids chasing a young girl.
"Miss Pansy, you got to stop. Your dress will get dirty. Your fiancé is about to arrive, please stop!" Shouted one of the maids.
"You'll never catch me. My parents are crazy if they think I'm going to meet this famous fiancé they chose for me. I will not let them choose my future." She said a young girl while using a broom to escape the maids chasing after her. A black dress with dark blue decorations adorned her body and her brown hair was arranged in two short ponytails.
Pansy continued to fly very close to the ground until her trajectory led her to meet Lucius and Draco. Lucius's eyes twitch in anger and he used his wand to trap Pansy inside a block of ice as she flies by.
Draco stared at the girl who one day was to become his wife. She wasn't anything that he expected, and he didn't know how to react. "Should girls act like this? And why is someone her age flying in a broom while wearing a dress? " Draco asked his father. His eyes focus on her face and he couldn't deny that she looked cute in the dress.
"No and I think I'm going to have a serious talk with her parents," Lucius said.
Some minutes after, inside the Parkinson's mansion.
While Lucius discussed some affairs with Pansy's parents, Draco and Pansy were sitting down in a separate room by themselves. Pansy's parents apologized for the girl's attitude and recommended that they leave both youngsters alone so they could get to know each other without the interruption of adults.
It would have been a good idea in any other situation, but for Draco, this was a terrible one.
Pansy watching him with anger. She was sitting just across him, but he felt that any moment she could do something to him.
After Pansy was removed from the block of ice, she had her dress change into a new one. Now she was dressed in a yellow dress which was similar to those wear during the Victorian era. Her body was still shaking after being trapped within the ice.
Draco didn't know how to start a conversation with this person. "What should I do? Is she going to attack me? Why is she so angry?" His mind was so focused on finding a solution to his situation that Draco was unable to notice when Pansy stood up and sat next to him.
"You think too much!" Pansy screamed with all her might into Draco's left ear.
The young heir got so scared that he fell to the ground.
Pansy turns her sight towards him. She shakes her head in disapproval. "How can someone like you be my fiancé? A man should never show fear before a woman."
Malfoy was offended. Him being scared of her? Well, maybe just a little bit.
Pansy sighs. The young woman stands up and begins to walk towards the exit.
"Hey? You can't do that. We're supposed to talk and get to know each other." Draco says as he stands up and checks his clothes.
"Talk? You haven't said a word in several minutes. If you really want to meet me, follow me, and stop following everything the adults say. Show me you're a man capable of following me and not a scary cat." Pansy smiles before opening the door and leaving a very confused Draco behind.
Flashback ends.
Thus, began his relationship with the violent, rebellious, and unusual heiress of the Parkinson's family. Pansy always dragged him into her schemes even if that meant they'd get in trouble with her parents. Other heirs would have broken off the engagement, but Draco continued to follow her and slowly developed feelings for Pansy but now both were in much bigger problems.
Draco and Pansy were sitting next to each other as they were transported in a car around the city of London. When they woke up this morning, they did not expect any of this. Being transported by muggles troops like some kind of criminals without any kind of information wasn't the plans they had in mind for this morning.
Like them, many other heirs were transported in cars behind and in front of them. At least two heirs per car. The lack of wands didn't help to alleviate their stress.
"Draco." Pansy was very stressed out. She could put up a strong front for almost all situations but even she knew that the crown meant serious business. "Do you think this has something to do with our parents?"
Draco looks at his fiancée carefully. Her hands were shaking and her bad girl attitude was nowhere to be found. A weird side that Draco has rarely seen in her. Fear, tension, stress, very rarely did Draco see his fiancée demonstrate such emotions, but at times like this, the young man only knew one way to calm her down. Draco reaches out and holds Pansy's hand.
Pansy refocuses her gaze on Draco.
"I don't know what's going on, but please stay calm. Don't you call yourself the toughest fiancée I've ever met? I didn't think I was marrying a scary cat instead of a strong woman." Draco knew how to provoke her although there was always a price to pay.
Pansy quickly forgets the situation she's in and frees one of her hands before punching him on the shoulder. "Draco Malfoy don't you dare forget who wears the pants in this relationship." Pansy grabs him by the collar of his shirt and shakes him back and forth.
Draco remains silent and smiles at his fiancée's actions. This was a common occurrence between them, and she never truly hurt him. Although he was smiling and not showing any sign of fear, he was even more scared than her, but he couldn't show his weakness for her sake.
The two knights in the front seats had only warned them against any rebellious actions which could mean more problems for them. These same knights refused to offer them any kind of information regarding what was happening. The teens were left to speculate and imagine thousands of possible reasons behind this situation.
The journey continued for an hour until the cars stopped in front of the Palace of Westminster. The building where members of parliament met to carry out their daily tasks was an imponent site to the heirs. A building they had never visited.
As they began to leave the car, Draco looked around and noticed how the area was highly secured by crown troops. Several snipers were watching them from the roofs while, on the ground, a large number of knights from other orders watched them from their posts. He couldn't see a single civilian in the area.
"Pay attention and follow us. They're waiting for us." One of the knights who were in charge of Draco and Pansy said.
Draco felt how Pansy grabbed his hand and didn't let go. The young heir was as tense as his fiancée, but he kept the act of a fearless boy. Both heirs began to follow their custodians just like the other heirs.
The tension and stress each one of these heirs felt weren't decreasing any time soon. They began entering the building in an organized line and were guided through several corridors towards the lower levels of the Palace of Westminster.
The Muggle staff around them began to talk.
"They are the ones."
"But some of them are so young."
"Poor little ones."
The voices that some of these young heirs could hear only increased the mysteries behind this situation they were in.
The walk to the lower levels continued for some time. They had descended at least six floors before they left the stairs behind and began to walk down a long corridor in which several doors were aligned on both sides.
"This is getting worse with each minute. Dad, what the hell is going on?" Draco wondered.
This was just the beginning of a very hard path for Draco Malfoy and many other heirs.
Back at Hogwarts.
Albus Dumbledore was sitting down in his office. The fact that several heirs had been removed from the school could only mean that the Wizengamot had screwed up again big time, but he couldn't help any of them. He was a prisoner without the ability to oppose the crown and the round table. He was worry about his former peers, but he couldn't move a finger and he knew that only luck could save them now. Yet the kids were the ones for which he was more stressed out. "I can't imagine the future that awaits those kids. The sins of the parents should never follow the kids, but I doubt that the crown would let them go back to their normal lives without some kind of conditions."
Snape who was also present and looking through a window turns his sight towards Dumbledore. "Do you think the crown would punish those kids similarly to any adult? Are they really going to destroy their futures?"
"I don't know. The crown is a mystery to me, but I hope their choices don't lead these young heirs to death or a miserable fate." Dumbledore wanted to have hope in the morals of the crown, but he knew very well how severe they could be when they decided to punish someone. "If the Wizengamot made a fatal mistake I can only imagine even more problems in the future for all wizards in England. You could also find yourself a target if they investigate your past."
Snape was quiet for a few seconds. "If they find out about my past, I won't run away. I know my crimes are severe but I'm not willing to escape like a coward. I'm prepared to turn myself in if they know anything about my connection to Voldemort." Snape was prepared to face any possible trial. Since causing Lily's death by informing Voldemort about the prophecy, Snape had been prepared to die.
He was already dead, even if his body was still breathing. Being executed was far from being something he could be afraid of. Lily's son seemed not to need his help and he had already confirmed his strength with his own eyes. His sister could be as strong as him, so he had no other reason for living. He lacked any objective or goal for which to continue.
Dumbledore couldn't offer any advice at the moment. He had used any cards available to push him to continue but now Snape was a mess that didn't seem willing to live. He could only hope that the man could find a ray of hope before it was too late. Losing Snape at this point would be a very depressing event for him. Snape wasn't only an ally but a friend and confidant; someone very similar to himself in different ways. Both had lost people that matter to them due to their mistakes and had to live with the weight of their sins for the rest of their lives. He hoped for some kind of redemption for the man or a least some kind of goal that could give meaning to his life, but his chance seemed nonexistent at the moment.
Before they could both continue, a knock on the door grabbed their attention.
"Dumbledore, it's me," Moody said as he opened the door. The old wizard walks into the office before taking a seat. "We're right. The Wizengamot screwed up big time. My sources have confirmed to me that the queen herself with various members of the round table went to the building this morning. After the heads of the Wizengamot arrived at the building everything went to hell. Someone even died based on what the employees at the building saw. They were escorted out of the building like criminals. I think this may be the end of an era for the Wizengamot."
Snape and Dumbledore looked at each other before reacting.
"Are you completely sure of this information?" Ask Dumbledore.
"Yes. I know my sources and if I require certain information, I can receive it without difficulty." Moody admitted.
"Let's call it the end of the Wizengamot then. I doubt they can recover after this." Snape approaches one of the seats. "This moment was going to happen sooner or later. I don't doubt that Voldemort has something to do with this situation."
"Moody, tell us everything you know. We need to know what's going on." Dumbledore said. He knew that the crown and the round table wouldn't make pathetic excuses like those that were used during the first war to evade prison. Many members of the current Wizengamot supported Voldemort's ideals and even participate in the war but many escape prisons by claiming to be under a spell or being forced to participate in the war. None of those reasons were going to be accepted this time.
"I have no nothing more. The employees within the Wizengamot received no further information except for the reminder that the Wizengamot wouldn't be back in function for 5 to 7 days. I know nothing else but that." Moody said although this was a total lie. This old wizard was hiding more secrets than anybody else within that room.
Dumbledore sighs. His face shows his disappointment and pain. Years of trying to improve the Wizengamot attempts to bring all factions together under the same ideals, updates for the laws, but all of his efforts had gone down the drain. The Wizengamot was done for. "It was all for nothing. So much work has gone to hell. I warned them, I implored them many times that they should change, but they never listened to me. I knew this could happen, but I still had hope for the Wizengamot." Dumbledore closes his fist in anger.
Moody and Snape sat in silence. They both understood that this man had given much of his life trying to create better conditions for the wizards and even the magical creatures of England. But many of his plans and propositions were denied or ignored over the years.
Dumbledore had sought to improve and turn the Wizengamot into something worth respecting by everyone. An example to follow and not a symbol of failure and ineptitude to the rest of the world, but like every dream in his life, everything had fallen apart.
Moody felt sorry for this man. Some people really wanted to make Wizengamot an institution that really worked, but there were also those like Fudge, Malfoy, and many other members who only cared about power and profit. "Dumbledore, don't get discouraged. Maybe all of this can really change the Wizengamot for the best. The round table and the crown are not perfect, but like every Muggle government, they continue to improve. From the ashes, something new can be born and it maybe affects your current situation."
Dumbledore says nothing and just looks at the phoenix cage. His thoughts were all over the place but there was still some hope in him. Hope that after this event was over there will be real changes within the Wizengamot and not just false promises. Only time would say if this would become a reality or not.
Back to Draco.
The young heir was sitting down alongside Pansy while waiting for someone to come. A table, four chairs, a light, and what appeared to be cameras were the only things inside this room. No windows and just one door, which was being watched by two knights. Escaping wasn't an option.
"Go inside. Take a seat and wait." Those were the words of the knights. Once again not a single shred of information.
Now, both heirs found themselves awaiting some kind of miracle. No wands, no friends, just the two of them.
"Damnit all to hell!" Pansy screamed.
Pansy's screams weren't helping the situation at all but at least she wasn't trying to escape.
The minutes passed and Pansy's stress only continued to increase until the door opened. Two women dressed in uniforms with the round table seal came in and took a seat. A briefcase was placed on top of the table.
"Thank you for waiting for us and obeying orders. You can call me Agent J." The first of the women said.
"Can you call me Agent M. We know that you had many questions, and we are here to answer them." Agent M said.
"That's right. We need to understand why we were brought to this place without even communicating with our parents." Pansy looks at both agents with anger, but she doesn't cross the boundaries and stays on her chair.
Agent J opens the briefcase and pulls out some documents before giving them to the teens. "At this moment, all the heads of the Wizengamot are being investigated on charges of treason and alliance with a terrorist. Last night a group of our allies discovered that the prison called Azkaban had been taken by Voldemort and his forces under the noses of the Wizengamot. The crown and round table have decided to take action against the Wizengamot after what happened as not only was terrorist hiding inside their prison, but they have also been unable to eliminate the threat he poses to the nation."
Draco and Pansy read the documents. Their eyes couldn't believe what they're seeing. Charges of treason against their parents were outrageous.
"This can't be real. Our parents have done nothing. They would never betray the nation." Draco stands up punches the table. "My father is not a traitor and he isn't a terrorist like the dark lord."
Pansy is shocked after seeing Draco acting this way. She was the one that usually lost her cool not him.
"Take a seat young Malfoy or we will be forced to take extreme actions. You are in the custody of the crown and you better control your emotions." Agent M pulls a knife out of her suit and puts it on the table. "Each and every one of you should think carefully about each of your actions from now on."
Draco looks at the knife and feels the murderous aura emanating from the two women. A wrong move would mean getting his ass kicked and punish severely. The young heir sits down and decides to cool down.
Pansy grabs his hand and tries to remind him that the two are in this together.
"Good. All your families are being investigated and we will keep you in our custody for the rest of the process. Now there are several questions we want answers but first, we need some preparations." Agent J takes out two syringes and two small bottles. "These two contain Veritaserum. You have two options, either drinking the serum on your own or having it being injected directly into your arteries. Decide."
Both heirs look at the bottles in amazement. This was a potion highly regulated by the Wizengamot, but it seems that the crown had access to its own potion supply. The teens grab the bottles and begin to look at them for a few seconds. They were in trouble and there wasn't anyone who was able to help them. They opened the bottles and begin to drink.
Both agents smile after seeing the choice that both heirs took.
After drinking the last drop, a strange sensation traveled all over the bodies of the heirs.
"Good choice. Now, let's start since the amounts you both drank will only work for a few hours. Do any of you know if your parents had past connections to Voldemort or his group?" Agent M asks.
"No." Both teens respond.
"Do you know of any illegal business or activity that goes against the law in which your parents are involved?" Agent J asks.
"Selling illegal materials like unicorn blood outside of England," Pansy says before she tries to cover her mouth.
"Selling highly dangerous magical items on the black market." Draco tries to shut his mouth, but the potion forces him to tell the truth.
"Wow, it seems that even at this age you two know a lot of your family's endeavors. Draco Malfoy, tell us, do you know where your father might be hiding?" Agent J asks.
"I don't know any hiding places. Is my father missing?" Draco asks.
"He and several other Wizengamot members didn't show up this morning. Their absences make us think that they may be involved with Voldemort. They fled the nation and maybe hiding after what happened in Azkaban. Lord and Lady Parkinson are not among those missing, but they may be in trouble after investigations are done." Explains Agent M.
Draco feels the full weight of the current situation on his back. If his father was involved with Voldemort's group, his family was ruined and quite possibly his father would be executed by the crown. "Is there no way to prove his innocence? My father is not an enemy of the nation like the dark lord."
The agents' sigh. "He can only save himself by showing up and turning himself in to the crown in the next 24 hours. If he doesn't show up in the next 24 hours, I'm afraid that his fate will be sealed. The crown is not going to show any mercy to Voldemort and his followers who refuse to surrender. You must be prepared to say goodbye to your father for the sake of your own future. You're young and he is your father but under these circumstances, you have to think about your own future. Let's get on with the questions." Agent J says.
This was just the beginning of a hard path for both heirs.
Back at Hogwarts.
With no classes and with a difficult decision to make, Harry found himself was walking around the school accompanied by Ignis and Hedwig.
"This wasn't in our plans. I can't just join the army and dragged the rest of the group into it." The young man admitted.
"Life is not written on paper and the gods warned us that the future could be filled with unexpected situations," Ignis said.
Harry didn't want to join any military institution. He understood that he might be obliged to support the crown in times of crisis, but that was only about emergencies and the proposal given to him meant handing over a portion of his freedom.
Accepting this proposal also meant involving the other members of his group which could affect their own plans. Fleur was close to graduating and wasn't even part of England. Nymphadora was still training to be an auror, although under current circumstances those plans could be at risk. Violet was willing to help him, but he doubted that his sister would want to join England's army. Each of the people around him would be affected in some way by this.
"It's not an easy situation but one that will be crucial for you." The voice of the god was the last thing Harry expected.
"You knew this was going to happen?" Harry asks.
"It had a high chance of happening. The roundtable sooner or later was going to get involved with you one way or another. Both want the same thing, and you know it." A.S. said in a calm tone. "Why are you walking by yourself? Shouldn't you be with the rest discussing all this?"
"I need some fresh air to think. Each of them is in the same hole as me. They are thinking about what we should do. It's not a choice I can take on my own." Harry says.
The god went silent for a few seconds before saying something else. "My only recommendation in this situation is that you think it very well. We have prepared each one of you to face any challenge, but more allies wouldn't hurt your goals. Sooner or later your lives will take completely unexpected turns and you'll learn that Voldemort isn't the only threat you going to face. Take your time and listen to everyone's opinions before making a decision."
With nothing more to say, the god left him alone with his thoughts.
"He's right," Ignis said.
"He always is. That's the benefit of knowing all the possibilities before they even happen. I don't want to let my imagination get out of hand, but I can't deny that his words make me imagine the worst of possible scenarios."
The fire-breathing lizard looks at the sky. "We have to make a choice for the sake of everyone. We have many things to protect and we're going to need help at some point."
"I know. A nation, a family, and many friendships that we don't want to lose." The young heir says before continuing with his walk.
Meanwhile, Eljun.
While the other members of the group focus on making a choice regarding the proposition, Luna focused on her ability to see the future. Image's thousands of possibilities appeared in her mind, but she had learned to focus on only those that had the greatest chance of happening.
She only needed one to help them evade an impossible situation, but her ability was difficult to use. The constant use of this ability lead to extreme exhaustion thus why she limited the use of such ability.
"Just one. One vision that can help us." Luna thought. The task of getting a vision was similar to finding herself surrounded by red threats. Each threat holds a possible future, but Luna can't choose the time span of the vision. It could be ten years into the future or just 5 minutes away. Seeing so many possibilities at once was dangerous and difficult to handle, but the Luna was not willing to stop. She continues to focus until she found a vision that capture her attention.
A black tower was located not too far from Hogwarts. The tower seemed to be made with some kind of technology as its floors seemed to be moving around like a Rubik's cube. Four young wizards including Harry and Fleur walked towards the tower. Yet something was wrong in this future, Harry looked weak and severely drained. He couldn't even walk by himself thus why Fleur was holding him as they advanced towards the tower.
Luna didn't know the other participants, but they also seemed scared and tense about entering the tower. Before Luna could get more details, the vision ended. Luna's questions only increased while the future seemed even more mysterious.
"Luna? What's going on?" Astoria asks after she sees her partner's face. "What did you saw?"
"Something bad. Harry and Fleur walked towards the tower with two other boys. Harry seemed pretty weak for some reason. Their faces looked pretty tense especially Fleur as she helped Harry walk" Explained Moon. "We need to investigate whether a building like that exists."
Luna stood up alongside Astoria. A vision of the future can help a lot but only if you know how to use it in your favor, the gods looked at Luna's actions with great expectations for the future.