Destined
Prologue
The Prophecy
London, October 31st , 1998
Sitting in silence, Ginevra Weasley-Potter secretly crushed the piece of parchment she clutched in her right palm.
The war had over exactly three months ago, and they'd won. Harry Potter, the boy-who-live, the chosen one, had defeated Voldemort. Most of the Death Eaters had been defeated and killed by the members of The Order of The Phoenix, while the rest of them had been sentenced for live in Azkaban. But, why, she asked herself, why must Professor McGonagall call us in the middle of the night like this?
She glanced at her surroundings. On her right side, sat Harry, her beloved husband for more than a year. He said nothing, but, yes, Ginny knew, he was quite troubled. McGonagall's note arrived at their home when they were having dinner earlier that day. If it wasn't for something important, she wouldn't have called them immediately.
She turned to her left side, to face Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin. Tonight, the metamorphagus had her natural mousy-brown hair. She was still pale, she hadn't fully recovered from the hard birth she'd given in the previous August, but, yet, Ginny could see that she looked worried. According to the chat both women had just before they entered the Order's meeting room, the Lupins got their invitation about the same time with the Potters.
On Tonks' left side, sat Remus Lupin, her husband. He said nothing, but, Ginny knew, like the others, he was quite bothered, quite terrified, and also quite curious. Ginny glanced to the Magical Calendar hanging on the wall, and widened her eyes a bit. Yes, this day, seventeen years before, Voldemort killed James and Lily Potter, Harry's parents.
The door creaked open, and all of them turned to see who was coming. There, at the door, stood an old woman in emerald green robe and hat. It was Minerva McGonagall, whom they'd been waiting for.
"Ask me some question, so you'll be sure that it's me," she warned the four stunned people.
"Err…alright," Harry volunteered to ask. "Why couldn't I join the final Quidditch match in my sixth year?"
"Because you were in detention with Severus Snape," answered McGonagall, "you'd been caught casting sectumsempra spell to Draco Malfoy."
"That's her," said Harry to the other three.
"Now it's my turn to ask each of you so I'll know if it's you," said McGonagall, looking at the four people, one by one.
All four of them nodded slightly, realizing how important the safety procedure had been during and after the second war.
"Harry, where did you elope?"
"In a small wizard's town in the border of France and Spain," answered Harry, blushing a bit with the mention of his elopement.
"Ginny, what's the date of your elopement?"
"August 31st, 1997," answered Ginny, blushing and looking to the floor.
"Remus, which of you three eloping couples blessed first?"
"Nymphadora and I," answered Remus, slightly glancing at the other three.
"Nymphadora, why they blessed you first?"
"Because they're doubting whether Harry and Ginny and also Ron and Hermione were serious about that," answered Tonks, growing a slight tone of blush on her pale face.
"Well, you're really you."
McGonagall walked closer to the four, and took a seat across them. She leaned on her chair a bit and looked at the four with an indescribable glance.
"Professor," Harry couldn't restrain himself more, "why you call us all here?"
McGonagall delayed her answer for a while. "Well…," she said, hesitating, "I don't know how I must say this, but, Sibyl Trelawney made a real prophecy just this evening."
Ginny could feel her muscles tensed, and she realized that the others were feeling the same.
"Will…will the Dark Lord be back again?" asked the nervous Tonks.
"It depends on the future," answered McGonagall shortly.
Couldn't stay quite more, Ginny looked at McGonagall and asked the older woman a question.
"May…may we hear it?"
McGonagall took a piece of rolled parchment from her pocket. "Here is it," she said, opening the roll, "the prophecy wasn't made for any of you, so, you can't hear it. I rewrote it for you."
She handed the parchment to Remus, who gave it to Tonks, who gave it to Ginny. Ginny read the prophecy quickly, shivering a bit, then gave it to Harry.
"Professor…," muttered Harry, looking to McGonagall, confused. "Is...is this have something to do with us?"
"Not directly," answered McGonagall, her voice quivering a bit. "I…it's about Sirius Brian Potter and Franikka Nymphadora Lupin."
Suddenly, Ginny felt as a thunder had struck her. Her thought flied to her three-months-old twin boys, James and Sirius. She froze on her chair, didn't know what to do, and look at McGonagall in disbelief.
"How can you be so sure about that, Minerva?" asked Remus.
"The prophecy says that the destined lovers share the lion sign and birth marks," the old witch answered, "and that they were both born from warriors."
"But…there're many other young wizards and witches born under the star sign Leo!" exclaimed Tonks, "and maybe there're some other Leos with red spot on their right palms!"
"Yes, you're right, Nymphadora," McGonagall answered in a distinct tone, "but, how many of them are the younger of a pair of twins? How about the part 'reuniting the blood of three old friends'?"
"Who's these three old friends, Professor?" asked Harry.
McGonagall frowned a bit. "How can you forget, Harry?" she asked, "the Marauders. James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, minus Peter Pettigrew."
Silence.
"So…how must we deal with this?" asked Harry in a tired, heavy tone.
"Keep this as a secret," McGonagall answered, looking at the terrified parents, "just raise and love young Sirius Potter and Nikka Lupin like normal kids."
She stopped for a bit, and continued.
"And, remember. Even though they, eventually, will be lovers, don't act as if they were destined to be lovers. Let them live their love life, until they find each other as lovers."
Tbc…
Yay! My first HP fanfiction! I don't know if this is the type of story the majority of readers like, but…please REVIEW! All constructive critics and questions are welcomed…
Peace,
Teresa-Angela.