Chapter 18
The Lost Prophecy
The girls were waiting for him in the carriage. Sitting there in a world of their own, replayong the event of the night in their heads. The thestrals were ready, waiting for Dumbeldore to tell them were they were heading. He had grown fond of these creatures, and although people thought them the bringers of doom, they were remarkable beasts.
The lift off was a little hard, but from then on the ride was smooth and steady. The only thing the girls could hear was the flapping of the threstrals big bat-like wings. The sky was clear of all clouds and at this hour there was no one looking out at the sky. Even if they would have been, the carriage was charmed with a very clever disillusioning charm.
It was very silent, and it seemed that at least Charon had dozed of, though Spica wasn't looking tired. She was gazing out the window, not even blinking. The headmaster did not want to impose on her silence, though he had several questions he wanted to ask her. He knew of the powers the girls had. He just did not know to what extent they could stretch. This question was bothering him greatly.
Outside, the dawn was coming fast, its crimson aura gathering off the starboard side. The earth was still black beneath them.
Out of the blue, Charon's eyes opened and she started speaking in a voice that was not her own.
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 powers 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...
Once she had said that her head fell to her chest and it seemed she was in some kind of a daze.
Dumbledore's jaw was lay slack as he recovered from the shock the girls words gave him. She could not know of this prophecy. It had been lost. Only he and young Mister Potter knew of it. The only place it still remained was in his mind, and although he knew it was not the safest place if he wanted to hide it from them, he was sure they had not yet gone so deep in his thoughts.
'What did she just say?' he asked, knowing it was an obvious question.
A prophecy, I think', responded Spica while trying to get a response from her sister.
'It is a lost prophecy' the headmaster informed her.
Oh, yeah, Charm's not that original, you know. You wouldn't believe how many of Nostradamus' we've heard.' Spica said with a snigger. 'She generally just remembers lost prophecies. Usually, ones that were lost but relate to what's going on now.' She told him.
The younger girl was slowly recovering. Her eyes, which had been glassy a moment earlier, were reclaiming their sparkle. Her skin, which had assumed a ghostly hue, was now back to its healthy look. She looked at her sister and then she fixed her eyes on the headmaster and in a strange tone she told him. 'You know, not all prophecies speak the truth.'
The headmaster was speechless, something that hadn't happened in many years. It had probably last occurred when her mother had said something strangely similar, concerning another prophecy.
Soon, the girl's attention was turned to her sister who was again singing nonsense.
I know it hurts too much I know that you're scared I know you're running out of trust Wishing you were dead
In your misery You're not alone So come share your tears with me And witness it all go wrong
However, Charon noted, this time Spica's nonsense was getting to her heart. She closed her eyes and laid her head in Spica's lap. The older girl did not say a thing. She just played with a strand of Charon's blond reddish hair.
Not too long after this, the carriage began to descend. They were getting close to the house. From up here they could look at the city of London, although it was rather diificult to see anything through the fog. They finally landed between two houses. Although there was nothing in front of them to see, both girls could feel something hidden there.
The Lost Prophecy
The girls were waiting for him in the carriage. Sitting there in a world of their own, replayong the event of the night in their heads. The thestrals were ready, waiting for Dumbeldore to tell them were they were heading. He had grown fond of these creatures, and although people thought them the bringers of doom, they were remarkable beasts.
The lift off was a little hard, but from then on the ride was smooth and steady. The only thing the girls could hear was the flapping of the threstrals big bat-like wings. The sky was clear of all clouds and at this hour there was no one looking out at the sky. Even if they would have been, the carriage was charmed with a very clever disillusioning charm.
It was very silent, and it seemed that at least Charon had dozed of, though Spica wasn't looking tired. She was gazing out the window, not even blinking. The headmaster did not want to impose on her silence, though he had several questions he wanted to ask her. He knew of the powers the girls had. He just did not know to what extent they could stretch. This question was bothering him greatly.
Outside, the dawn was coming fast, its crimson aura gathering off the starboard side. The earth was still black beneath them.
Out of the blue, Charon's eyes opened and she started speaking in a voice that was not her own.
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 powers 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...
Once she had said that her head fell to her chest and it seemed she was in some kind of a daze.
Dumbledore's jaw was lay slack as he recovered from the shock the girls words gave him. She could not know of this prophecy. It had been lost. Only he and young Mister Potter knew of it. The only place it still remained was in his mind, and although he knew it was not the safest place if he wanted to hide it from them, he was sure they had not yet gone so deep in his thoughts.
'What did she just say?' he asked, knowing it was an obvious question.
A prophecy, I think', responded Spica while trying to get a response from her sister.
'It is a lost prophecy' the headmaster informed her.
Oh, yeah, Charm's not that original, you know. You wouldn't believe how many of Nostradamus' we've heard.' Spica said with a snigger. 'She generally just remembers lost prophecies. Usually, ones that were lost but relate to what's going on now.' She told him.
The younger girl was slowly recovering. Her eyes, which had been glassy a moment earlier, were reclaiming their sparkle. Her skin, which had assumed a ghostly hue, was now back to its healthy look. She looked at her sister and then she fixed her eyes on the headmaster and in a strange tone she told him. 'You know, not all prophecies speak the truth.'
The headmaster was speechless, something that hadn't happened in many years. It had probably last occurred when her mother had said something strangely similar, concerning another prophecy.
Soon, the girl's attention was turned to her sister who was again singing nonsense.
I know it hurts too much I know that you're scared I know you're running out of trust Wishing you were dead
In your misery You're not alone So come share your tears with me And witness it all go wrong
However, Charon noted, this time Spica's nonsense was getting to her heart. She closed her eyes and laid her head in Spica's lap. The older girl did not say a thing. She just played with a strand of Charon's blond reddish hair.
Not too long after this, the carriage began to descend. They were getting close to the house. From up here they could look at the city of London, although it was rather diificult to see anything through the fog. They finally landed between two houses. Although there was nothing in front of them to see, both girls could feel something hidden there.
