Disclaimer: Am I British and rich? I think not. I AM NOT THE OWNER OF THE ONE AND ONLY HARRY POTTER. It is merely my play thing!
The pale, glistening moon shone on the three teenagers of slim stature. The trio was warily glancing around, with a determined look upon their faces. The tallest of the youths glanced at the shortest with a look of adoration on his face. He put his big, strong, calloused hands on her face and kissed her cheek. The affectionate gesture was met with high pitched laughter from behind them.
"You think that you can out do us, the most powerful of people? This is no Hogwarts game, you good for nothing Gryffindors," the voice sneered with a hint of hysteria in it. The three turned and met the pale boy who had spoken. The be-spectacled one's eyes narrowed and a look of pure fury crossed his handsome features.
"I am the Chosen One, you, you, SLYTHERIN!" he cried. His posture had regained its calm, cool and collectedness. The lone female of the four put her hand on his arm in a sign or rare affection.
"Ah, the Mudblood, of course. You are dating the Weasly, eh? And your best girl friend dating Harry Potter? A happy, blood traitor family, I say!" a female voice cried. A thin, beautiful woman stepped out of the shadows of the dark, fore boding trees. Her black was loose around her shoulders. Her eyes were shielded.
"Now, now, Bella, let's show these heroes what its like to play with the real ones," a thin voice said to reveal a frightening looking…THING with red slit eyes and a distorted face. His voice revealed that he was a skilled wizard with the cool power of age with him.
Harry Potter screamed at that moment waking up from the terrifying nightmare. He was damp with cold sweat and his scar was burning. The wave of nausea hit him the moment he realised (a/n: I'm sticking to British spelling. In Singapore, we use that and not American) what the dream meant. Could it possibly be the future? He stifled a laugh when he thought of Ron and Hermione together. All at once, his mind was reeling. But then, just then, Harry Potter was glad of his future and past. What he had to do. If it meant that his Ginny was happy that meant that everything was more then just alright.
And yet, as he fell asleep he dreamt of a prophecy that had yet to be unveiled.
A/N:How? Like it? Hate it? Which one of these two prophecies you like? R &R!
Only one will save the world from all evil. The key to his heart will be unlifted from the curse that one has. The friendship that prevails all will be his one and only downfall for he is the Chosen One. The Gifted, the Brave and the Valor will be his downfall or his victory.
Lifted from all evil, he has prevailed. Yet, his heart remains un touched. The cold, ice berg will melt through her hazel gaze yet that will also penetrate through his walls. The honey and hazel Gifted and Brave will love with all their heart for only one can survive while the other lives.