THE LAST LINE OF SLYTHERIN
Prologue: The Unknown Prophecy
July 29th 1981
Three nights before the fall of Voldemort…
In a common suburb of the London area there stood a shaky wooden house that stood odd against the surrounding Victorian Muggle houses. However no one ever noticed it for it was unseen to the Muggle eye but revealed to those who were magical. It was a dark and dreary night as one old man sung an old sea ditty to the cloudy night. He noticed two robed figures appearing out of nowhere and hurrying towards the empty spot near the 200-year-old willow tree which had been struck by lightning twice but never caught on fire.
The man drunk some more from the bottle, attempting to drown in the amber liquid for some lover lost but he never gave attention to the two witches that disappeared into the empty spot for whenever he told someone what he saw, they didn't believe him. His head lolled and he slumped over the sidewalk near the garbage can. He didn't notice the echoing screams of his fellow human beings, magical and non-magical beings alike. It scarcely mattered; he knew he would die from the same hand.
"Sybill, oh, Sybill dear are you here? Don't tell me a Death Eater has got you too!" a worried voice whispered under the big pointed black hat. "I'm right here on the kitchen floor, meditating, Gertie. All this tension about You-Know-Who is interrupting my Inner Eye. Is Amelia with you?" In answer to the meditating witch's question, a third person tripped over the coffee table almost knocking off the Crystal Ball. "Careful." The intruder's friend said as she uttered a spell and looked for the light switch. The lights revealed the other witch muttering curses under her breath and dusting herself off. "Honestly Sybill, I can't understand why you need to keep the lights off if you're going to have guests in your house!"
Her friend stretched as she got up and flicked her wand to prepare the tea for her two bosom friends from school. Once the witches were out of their dark grey cloaks, (They couldn't afford to wear expensive cloaks that might have attracted attention much to Gertie's protests for her peacockfeather cloak) they sat in the plush red sofas and began to sip tea all the while talking incisively about awful killings. "I heard Fabian and Gideon Prewett met their end with five Death Eaters. Imagine that five Death Eaters! I could hardly stand against one much less five. It's a shame really. Both of them were so full of life. Molly must be really upset right now, the poor dear. I remember going out with Fabian in my 5th year, of course I met with my dear Mr. Abbott right after and we couldn't help but get married right after Hogwarts. Oh! I do hope all this passes, I do not know what I shall do if I were to lose Hannah and George." Her companion, Amelia Bones patted her hand in a comforting gesture while Sybill Trelawney offered her a pink tissue.
As Gertie blew her nose, Amelia continued on in her strong imperial voice. "The Ministry of Magic is doing everything in its power but I will be honest with you. We're not making any progress. However…" she paused to sip her tea. "I reckon Dumbledore has a plan up his sleeve. Though I don't always agree with his methods, I daresay, we all need each other's help at this critical time." Sybill nodded gravely though she was mystified elsewhere. "Speaking of Dumbledore, I got the job." Gertie paused as she wiped her tears away from her plump cheeks and sniffed. "Really Sybill dear? Oh that's very good! I knew you could do it with your Great Grandmother being the Seer she was and of course your admirable gift of the Inner Eye." Amelia on the hand snorted. "Ha! Divination! That's all just rubbish, no offence Sybill but I believe in making our own destiny out of our own choices." "It's perfectly alright Amelia dear. It's natural for people who lack this quality (Amelia harrumphed) to be prejudiced against these topics. However let's change the subject. Let me read your tea leaves."
Gertie passed her cup and reserved to nibbling on some of her biscuits. "If you don't mind me asking Sybill," Sybill nodded and continued to scrutinize at the cup. "What did Dumbledore say at the interview?" "Oh really quite nothing, just asked me about my great-grandmother and some personal questions though I could tell by the look on his face that he would've agreed with you, Amelia. However…" she paused to look at Amelia straight in the eye although looking like she was trying to remember something. "I did blank out I think for I remember being confused and then turning to see Severus Snape dash out of the Hog's Head."
Amelia nearly choked on her tea. "Snape?" She coughed and Gertie thumped her back. "What was Snape doing there?" "Why that's precisely what I was asking myself. Of course he might be jealous and out to sabotage my meeting with Dumbledore. I don't think being a Death Eater pays quite well." "Hmm..." the shrewd witch adjusted her monocle her thick black eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Do you remember what you might have said or seen Sybill during that blank phase?" Gertie's doe brown eyes were wide with interest.
"Not an inkling of it my dear. I just assumed I was over divulged with the hopeless future we are to have. All I remember was that Albus was just about to leave, thanking me for my time and my eyes began to blurry and I saw blank space and —" Sybill never quite finished her sentence for at that moment the lights switched off again. "Sybill? Sybill dear, your house is acting strange again. The lights just turned off. Sybill?" the plump Mrs. Abbott squeaked worriedly and looked around her and said "Lumos" and pointed her wand at her gifted friend as did her companion Mrs.Bones.
"The hour, in which the Dark Lord meets his fall, his heirs shall be born to a victim of his brutality." Sybill Trelawney began to speak in harsh tones, very unlike the mystified ethereal voice she often used. Her friends stared at her in horror, for they knew who the Dark Lord was. "Every last breath she takes will be wasted upon naming them; a counter to the Dark Lord. Before they come of age, both shall test their loyalty to Slytherin's blood." "Sybill dear, are you alright? You're speaking quite strangely you know." Mrs. Abbott began to worry, but her friend kept going in her harsh towns, her magnified eyes narrowing in disgust once in a while. Amelia on the other hand listened critically. "One shall betray, the other shall embrace. Both shall face the same consequences. The heirs of the Slytherin shall be born the hour their sires die. The hour their sires die!"
And with that, Professor Sybill Trelawney gave one last hiss and promptly fainted against her plush sofa. Mrs. Abbott flicked her wand and summoned some wind but due to her franticness it almost blew the items of the house away. So she restored to some papers all the while checking her temperature. Amelia Bones on the other hand, thought of what she had just heard and wondered. She strongly didn't believe in prophecies, but could it be that perhaps Sybill's prediction had been right? Could this be what she said to Dumbledore? Things returned to normal as the two women continued on with the course of life talking of Mandrakes with their confused friend, not knowing that what they heard will shorten their future.
A/n This was my first shot at Harry Potter Series. It's kinda screwy along the way but I'm not a big fan of details, but the story does have to make sense with the original story. As you all know, I don't own Harry Potter or anything. Belongs solely to J.K. Rowling, the greatest children's author to ever write on Earth. Anyways, R/R and as you should know I always love my fans! D
– Unawoken Dream
