Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They were invented by J.K. Rowling. I don't own the title. It's a song by Zao. It seemed appropriate for the story. I barely own the plot, although I've never read one quite like this.
Author's Note:Please save all flying fruit and other projectiles that you're itching to throw at me for starting a new story. I know, I know, I should be updating my others, but still... Enjoy anyway! hehe.
The Rising End (The First Prophecy)
Prologue
In times that will in future come,
There will arise a power Darker than any seen before.
This Darkness will spawn pure Evil,
Which will rise to new heights,
never before seen.
All must come together.
Enemy and friend alike.
Despite what separations may divide,
Only with the help of ancient magic,
People long since dead,
Will the world be able to overcome.
Not all will side together, however,
And old foes must be overcome to reach unity.
Take heed this warning.
It could well be the last.
With a supreme power governing their actions,
Most will forget about this until it comes time to reawaken.
Merlin and Morgana glanced at the bird, then each other.
"What do you think it means?" Morgana asked.
"Dark times are ahead. How long, I cannot say," Merlin said gravely. "I believe it's safe to assume, however, that we will be two of the reincarnate. Maybe one of us will be the 'supreme power'. It sounds like that awakens them when the time is right."
"I guess," Morgana said, uncertainly…
In the very distant future,
There will arise a power Darker than any seen before.
This Darkness will spawn pure Evil,
Which will rise to new heights,
never before seen
All must come together,
Enemy and friend alike.
Despite what separations may divide,
Only with the help of ancient magic,
People long since dead,
Will the world be able to overcome.
Not all will side together, however,
And old foes must be overcome to reach unity.
Take heed this warning.
It could well be the last.
Circe and Medea could do little more than stare at the man. Acting quickly, Medea wrote out the prophecy while her mother erased the man's memory, sending him back to Odysseus.
"What do you think it means?" Medea asked after the man had disappeared from sight.
"I'm not sure, young one, but I fear it may destroy the world," Circe answered, brow furrowed…
In the future farther than the eye can see,
There will arise a power Darker than any seen before.
This Darkness will spawn pure Evil,
Which will rise to new heights,
never before seen.
All must come together,
Enemy and friend alike.
Despite what separations may divide.
Only with the help of ancient magic,
People long since dead,
Will the world be able to overcome.
Not all will side together, however,
And old foes must be overcome to reach unity.
Take heed this warning.
It could well be the last.
Jajamanekh stared at the sky, coming out of his trance. 'What was that all about?' He wondered, trying to work his way through it as he reclined on the deck of a boat making it's way up the Nile. Suddenly, however, there was a shriek that brought him to his feet and over to assist a young lady who had dropped her jade comb in the water, all thoughts of the prophecy driven from his mind for the time being…
In ten centuries time
There will arise a power Darker than any seen before.
This Darkness will spawn pure Evil,
Which will rise to new heights,
never before seen.
All must come together,
Enemy and friend alike.
Despite what separations may divide.
Only with the help of ancient magic,
People long since dead,
Will the world be able to overcome.
Not all will side together, however,
And old foes must be overcome to reach unity.
Take heed this warning.
It could well be the last.
The people in the room stared at the hat in shock. Slowly, four pairs of eyes met over the newly created Sorting Hat, all still pondering what it's first words had meant. Rowena Ravenclaw was the first to recover.
"What can that mean?" she asked aloud. "Besides the obvious. Who are the people 'long since dead', that have 'ancient magic'? What is the Darkness that will arise? If whatever brings us all back wants the Light to win, why would it bring back Dark people, too?"
"I have no idea," Salazar Slytherin said, returning his eyes to the hat. "Merlin, maybe? We might even be part of it, as we'll definitely be dead by then. It must be extremely horrible. I guess for a balance. After all, it wouldn't do, for example, to have one side with a thousand people, and the other with only ten, when the one with only ten would have won if the other side hadn't been warned, and brought in reinforcements. I guess that's kind of how this situation works," he responded, answering Rowena's questions as best he could.
"What I want to know," Godric Gryffindor interrupted. "Is why we're taking what a hat, of all things, said seriously?"
"Why? Would you believe it more if it were a sock?" Helga Hufflepuff asked, trying not to grin.
"Well of course," Godric deadpanned. He quickly grinned, however, unable to keep up the façade. "But seriously, why are we listening to a hat?"
"Because we all put a part of ourselves into it," Rowena answered. "We all have a predilection for divination. One or more of us must have put part of that talent into the hat."
"Okay," Godric replied, thinking it over a bit. "That makes sense."
"Does it mean that magical creatures will come back?" Helga asked.
"It sounds like they possibly could," Rowena said, almost doubtfully. "Although some of them might still be around then. I guess that if one of the people who comes back has a special talent with a certain animal, it will come back with the person. That could be part of the ancient magic, especially if it's something that has long since been extinct…"
…Simultaneously, in the summer of 1996, eight people woke up after experiencing one of the weirdest dreams of their lives, only to find out it wasn't exactly a dream…