Disclaimer: I own very little, not even the title. Queen Jadis belongs to C.S. Lewis. The majority of the other characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Author's note: Slightly crossover, although you don't necessarily need to read the books it's crossed with to get it, I just took characters.

The Rising End (The First Prophecy)

Chapter 3

"Professor? May I talk to you?" Kingsley Shacklebolt asked as he hesitantly opened the door to the Headmaster's office.

"Of course, Kingsley, my dear boy," Albus Dumbledore responded, masterfully hiding the annoyance he was feeling at being interrupted. He had lots of practice, after all. "And how many times do I have to ask you to call me Albus?" Actually, he would prefer to be called 'Supreme Ruler,' but that dream wasn't quite here yet.

"Um, right…Albus." Albus smiled, knowing that it looked like he wanted his servants to be on his level, while also knowing that they always went back to calling him 'professor' or 'sir' within a sentence or two. "You had mentioned a prophecy at one of the last Order meetings…one about how there would be people, old souls, awakened souls, and that they would side with the Dark. Sir," Albus again smiled. He had already switched back. "I'm one of the awakened souls. Se-Osiris, to be exact. I just wanted to tell you, I would never go Dark; I would never side with Voldemort."

"Thank you, my boy," Albus smiled. Actually, it was probably closer to a smirk, but it could be called a smile for now. "If you don't mind, I'd like to be left alone to contemplate this turn of events." Kingsley nodded and left the room.

SECTION BREAK

In a completely different part of the country a very similar thing was happening…

Bellatrix walked steadily towards Lord Voldemort's doors. It was lucky she was as highly ranked as she was, otherwise she would have been stopped by now, no doubt. Luckily, she wasn't lacking in the confidence department. It was also fortunate that her new alter-ego wasn't either. No, from what she knew of Queen Jadis, also known as the White Witch, she, as Bellatrix, probably had less confidence, actually. She knocked on the door to Voldemort's chambers, praying he was in a decent mood.

"Enter!" he called. Apparently her prayers had been answered.

"My lord," she murmured reverently, bowing as she entered the room, glad that he only required such things as kissing his feet when new recruits were being inducted, or when someone had something to apologize for.

"What has driven you to disturb my peace?" the Dark Lord hissed.

"My lord, there is a prophecy that has recently come to light," Bellatrix said, fighting the urge to hurry through this little speech in fear of stumbling over her words. "It states that some extremely powerful people from the past will be reawakened. It will be the Darkest time on earth. Eight will side with the Light, and eight will side with the Dark, and the two sides will fight it out. I have recently discovered that I am one of the awakened."

As soon as Bellatrix left, Voldemort cast a locking spell on the door and a silencing spell around the room so no one could disturb him. He needed to think this through. As vain as he may be at times, he knew he wasn't a big enough threat to bring this particular prophecy into effect. Sure, he could very well be one of the worst Dark Lords in history, but all tended to be one of the worst when they were reigning. He wasn't nearly so conceited as to say he was the most terrible there had ever been. He didn't have enough of a following, for one thing. After all, while there were small ally groups all over the world, Britain was the most in his control, and even then he was fighting with two or three other groups for control, even though most of the Wizarding World didn't make the distinction between Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore, there were parts that were loyal to only Dumbledore, as well as parts only loyal to Potter. He supposed either one of them, or even both, could be secretly evil, although he wouldn't place any money on either one…

The spells he had used to silence the room shifted, alerting him to a presence outside his door.

"Enter!" he called, having completed his musings for the moment. He unlocked the door, and took down the silencing spells. Lucius Malfoy cautiously entered. After all, his lord had apparently wanted to be alone, and he was disturbing him. There was no telling how pissed off Voldemort would be.

"My lord, I have some...unusual news."

"Which re-awakened soul are you?" Voldemort asked, having used enough Legilimency to determine the basic purpose. Malfoy stood there, gob smacked.

"How did you-"

"That is not important for now."

"Um, right."

Back at Grimmauld Place, everyone was getting ready to go back to school. Mrs. Black, having been spying on the Order meeting, informed Harry that Kingsley Shacklebolt had revealed himself to be one of the awakened, Se-Orisis, as had Moody, who had formerly been known as Taliesine.

"At least that's two down," Hermione had pointed out, upon hearing the news. "Maybe Helga or Godric will have more information."

As they reached Kind's Cross, and specifically platform 9¾, Harry, Hermione, Bill, and Diana all scanned the area, searching for the remaining two. All were also trying to distance themselves from Moody and Shacklebolt without seeming to do so.

Apparently the guard Dumbledore sent wasn't very effective. Within minutes of arriving at the station, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, had been surrounded by Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin gang. Ron held up to the barrage of insults admirably, but all Harry and Hermione could do was stare. Glancing at each other, Hermione nodded, before leaving to find Bill and Diana.

Malfoy wasn't insulting the trio like he normally would, either. After glancing at each other for a moment, Hermione nodded, before rushing off to find Bill and Diana, who had wandered to the far end of the platform. Malfoy gave a questioning look, which, while Harry probably wouldn't have been able to interpret the look from Malfoy, Salazar could read Godric's expressions almost perfectly. There had only been one time when he had been completely off… Salazar sent Godric a look that was almost guaranteed to make him at least flustered… 'Just wait…'

Luckily for Draco, he didn't have long to wait. Hermione was soon back with both Bill and Diana. Draco's eyes widened in understanding almost immediately. Harry and Hermione shared another quick glance before Harry suggested he and Ron find a compartment. He practically had to drag Ron away from the Slytherins, leaving Hermione to explain the bits and pieces they knew to Malfoy.

"Why are you leaving Hermione with the slimy Slytherins?" Ron asked. His best friends had definitely changed. They had been studying in the library for hours, which, while usual for Hermione, was never usual for Harry, not even if he wanted something, or was paying Hermione back for something. They had never excluded him, but it was the library. That was almost like hanging a huge sign that read 'Go away Ron!' on the door. Usually Harry's name would have followed, but recently…

Harry was also reflecting some of the more recent changes, like when he had stopped taking it personally when Ron insulted Slytherins in general. The first few times it had hurt, but Harry knew his friend most definitely wasn't doing it intentionally.

The duo picked a compartment, and started hauling their trunks inside. Hermione soon joined them, motioning to Harry that she definitely needed to talk to him later. Harry had no doubt about that. He wasn't even completely sure he and Malfoy could get along enough to work together to stop the evil they were supposed to. After all, they had never been anything but enemies, and their alter egos hadn't exactly parted in the best of terms.

Author's Note: I wasn't completely happy with this chapter, but it was getting to the point where I kept staring at it and staring at it, and not being able to think of something to fix to make it better, and I finally just got fed up with it. Please review and tell me what you think of it, and thanks to those who have reviewed before!