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Chapter 41: The Inevitable

Ginny looked over at Harry. He seemed to be reading something over and over. It looked like realization had just hit him like a brick.

"What?" She asked. Harry looked over at Ginny.

"This is why they are sending Neve away and not telling anyone where she is going."

"What is why?" Aurora asked from across the room. It had gotten very quiet and all eyes now rested upon Harry. Harry took a deep breath.

"This is the prophecy that Neve received from Trelawney. Listen to this: 'Finally, the stubborn child that changes will give birth times five to the twin as the seventh year dies. Terror will soon follow and death will be inevitable to all those who oppose the six dark ones. The time of peace will reach its end when the red ones join with the dark ones.' The prophecy is talking about Neve and Tommy. Why didn't I see it before?" Harry suddenly felt very stupid.

Everyone stared at Harry in utter shock and amazement. No one had really ever thought that much about the final sentences of what had been dubbed the "Final Prophecy." Now, the sentences made perfect sense.

"But how do they know about that prophecy?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged.

"Dumbledore must have told someone. He probably told McGonagall and that's probably why Neve is being placed somewhere out of reach. That makes it almost impossible to find her. Apparently, she is supposed to have kids," Ginny said.

"That doesn't matter," Hermione mumbled, picking at her nails. Everyone turned towards her. Feeling the eyes on her, Hermione looked up into the wondering faces. "What?"

"Why won't it matter?" Draco asked. Hermione sighed.

"They can hide Neve all they want. They can't stop the prophecy from becoming fulfilled. She's supposed to have a kid..."

"No, she's supposed to have five, like quintuplets," Harry said. Hermione blinked.

"I'd love to see the d...Well, back to the subject at hand. Well, she'll probably get pregnant around the end of this month. That way, sometime next year, in the spring, she'll 'give birth times five.' The part about it being the seventh year refers to Neve's last year of school. She is a year behind us," Hermione said.

"That still leaves the last two sentences: 'Terror will soon follow and death will be inevitable to all those who oppose the six dark ones. The time of peace will reach its end when the red ones join with the dark ones.' Who are the 'six dark ones' and the 'red ones?'" Ginny asked.

"You say the six dark ones. One would have to be Tommy. The other five would have to be his children, obviously. When they become of age, they will probably want to follow in the footsteps of their father and grandfather and wreak havoc everywhere," Hermione said dismally.

"So, we'll have a time of peace?" Aurora asked. Harry nodded.

"From what I can read. The thing is that we don't know exactly how long this 'peace' will last," he said thoughtfully. Draco snorted.

"Probably long enough for Neve's children to become evil enough to want to kill off anyone who opposes them. By that time, though, we should all have kids, right?"

"I would suppose so," Harry said.

"So, all of this is definitely inevitable? There is absolutely no way to keep Tommy from finding Neve?" Ginny looked around from person to person. Harry nodded again.

"I'm guessing eighteen or nineteen years is all we have of peace. After that, I think that Tommy will emerge from the hole he would be hiding in and take his children as apprentices," he said, still staring at the parchment.

"I highly doubt that Zaviera would want his kids to follow in his footsteps. He's not THAT bloody evil. I think they'll willingly join him. They also come from a very powerful bloodline. This will be a tough one," Ron said.

"How is Neve going to deal with having five children before she finishes school?" Aurora whispered. "Although she will never admit it to anyone, she is an emotional wreck right now."

"She is just going to have to deal with it, I guess," Ron said. Aurora sighed and shook her head.

'What have you gotten yourself into, Neve,' she thought drearily.

The next day, everyone was released from the hospital. The first thing they did was go to the Leaky Cauldron. As they sat around the table, they thought about what they were going to do now.

"Ron, what's your plan after this?" Harry asked. Ron finished drinking some of his butterbeer and looked up at the ceiling. His eyebrows furrowed.

"You know, up until now, I had never really thought about it. I mean, what is there to do?" Ron looked around.

"I say screw finding a job for the time being. I'm going on a long, well-deserved vacation," Draco said, looking a little too happy. Aurora raised an eyebrow and looked at him. Draco was technically staying with her for the rest of the summer.

"So, where does that leave me? Am I supposed to sit and wait for you to come back?" Aurora crossed her arms. Draco turned his head slowly towards her. Her grayish-blue eyes were sparkling with drunkenness.

" 'Course not, love. You can come with me. Anyone else want to tag along for the ride?" Draco looked around the table. Everyone exchanged glances. No one really wanted to get a job.

"Well, we do need a vacation. We've been way too stressed these last two years. I vote for going on a long vacation for the rest of the summer. I'll happy come along," Harry murmured. Draco nodded and took another swig of the concoction he was drinking. Aurora rolled her eyes at him.

"I'll come too," Ron said. Hermione and the others nodded as well. Draco smiled.

"Well, then it's settled. Where to?" He asked. Hermione's eyes lit up.

"Let's go on a tour around Europe. While we're gone, we can even visit Ava in Romania while she's working with Charlie," she said happily.

"Sounds like a plan," Harry said. Draco and everyone else nodded. Aurora sighed and stared into the mug she was drinking out of.

"I wish Neve could come with us," she whispered. Everyone quieted down momentarily.

"How 'bout this? I'll buy Neve a gift from every place we visit. That way, she'll know we didn't forget about her," Harry said. Aurora smiled at his attempt to make her feel better.

"I think she would like that."

That night, Harry stayed at the Burrow. He rummaged around through the various items in his trunk as Ron dozed on his bed. Something poked out from underneath a box. Pulling it out, he saw it was a picture. It was the picture of the group after Ava had woken up. Everyone seemed so happy. His eyes rested on Neve and Tommy. They looked truly happy with each other while the rest of them played around. Harry sighed.

'I wish they could still be that way,' he thought. He put the picture back and pulled out the other one they had taken the year before they met the Zaviera twins and the Tremaine twins. Everyone once again looked extremely happy, with the possible exception of Ron and Hermione, who were yelling at each other. Harry smirked and over his shoulder at his best mate. Ron's mouth was open and he was now snoring very loudly. Harry put the picture back and stood up. He walked to the window and looked outside.

The sky was overcast and everything seemed peaceful and still. Harry sighed when he thought about what this peace would be like. He knew it would end eventually. It was inevitable. Prophecies are technically never wrong, unless of course you were Ginny and could slightly interfere with it.

"Nineteen years," Harry whispered.

The next morning, Harry and Ron were shoveling food into their faces. Hermione and Ginny were watching them, looking thoroughly grossed out. Mrs. Weasley had given them so much food. She was convinced that they both looked like they had malnutrition and that they needed to put more meat on their bones.

"You two look disgusting," Ginny said. Harry and Ron looked up from their plates at her. Harry held out a piece of bacon.

"Want some?" Ginny shook her head and put her hand up, making a face. Harry shrugged and stuffed it in his mouth along with a piece of biscuit. That was when the door opened. Mrs. Weasley looked around to see Nadia walking in. She was holding Vasha's hand.

"Good vorning." Nadia said, smiling.

"Good morning, Nadia." Mrs. Weasley wiped her hands off. Vasha caught sight of her grandmother and wrenched herself free from her mother. She zoomed right into Mrs. Weasley's legs. "Vasha!"

"Gran! I missed you, Gran," Vasha said. Mrs. Weasley picked her two-year-old granddaughter up. She kissed her on her small nose. Harry looked up at the child and squinted. Vasha was definitely a unique Weasley.

Vasha had hair that resembled a phoenix's plumage; it was both red and blonde. How it was that color, Harry would never know. Mrs. Weasley put the child down. Vasha immediately began busying herself with some of her toys that sat in the living room. Nadia and Mrs. Weasley began talking.

After they finished acting like gluttons, Harry and Ron went to the living room with the girls following them. They all stopped dead in their tracks when they saw little Vasha.

Vasha's three rubber balls were floating directly in front of her. They were also spinning. Hermione just gaped at the two-year-old. She seemed to be in complete control of what she was doing.

"Vasha's a natural Soliopath?" Ron whispered.

" 'Fraid so, little brother. She's a pretty good one, too. She learned to control it well by the time she was eighteen-months." Bill stepped up behind him. He admired his daughter. Vasha looked in her father's direction. "We realized she could do it one day when she was mad at me. She was sitting at the dinner table and all of a sudden, things started flying off walls and out of drawers towards me. Nadia had to make her fall asleep."

"Smart kid."

"It's extraordinary how well she can control it," Hermione said, wonder in her eyes. She held her hand out. Vasha blinked as one of the balls came towards Hermione. Hermione smiled.

"You're a Soapy, too?" Vasha asked Hermione. Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked at Bill. Bill just laughed.

"She has a bit of trouble saying 'Soliopath.' She's two, remember?" Hermione nodded and went to sit with the young child.

Harry stood in the doorway, watching the interaction between Vasha and Hermione. There was something about the little girl that made him uneasy. She was really gifted for her age. Plus, he could sense something lying dormant inside of her. Ginny looked at him.

"You feel it too, then?" She asked. Harry snapped out of his stupor and thoughts and looked down at Ginny.

"What?"

"You can sense something strange inside of her, can't you?" Ginny asked.

"Something like what?" Harry looked curious. Ginny looked back at her niece. Hermione and Vasha were taking turns hurling balls at Ron and Bill.

"I don't know. It's just that I think she's a little bit too powerful for someone so young. She's only two and she can control something as hard as being a natural Soliopath," Ginny whispered. It was then that Vasha turned her head towards the two. Her blue eyes met Harry's green ones. They widened.

"Har!" Vasha stood up. She ran over to Harry and tugged at his leg. Harry picked her up.

"I think she revembers you," Nadia said from behind him. Harry nodded as Vasha removed his glasses once more. Harry watched her look at them in wonder. Yes, there was definitely something about this child. He had a feeling that somehow, some way, this young girl would grow up to do great things.

Two days later, Draco and Aurora stood at King's Cross, waiting for a train. Aurora turned when she heard the sounds of laughter coming up towards them. She saw the rest of the group. Draco looked at the large clock and shook his head.

"It's about bloody time. Took you forever to get here," Draco said. Ron shook his head.

"It's nice to see you too, Malfoy," he mumbled. Draco sighed as the train whistle sounded, signaling that it was time to board. They headed to their passenger car and found their seats.

"So, where are we going first?" Hermione asked. Harry shrugged.

"Wherever life takes us."

AN: FIGHT SCENE! FIGHT SCENE!