"You mean to say that muggles believe that some person created the world in seven days?" Ron looked at the small black book in front of him rather skeptically.

"It was God that created the world in seven days!" came the exasperated response of Hermione.

"It takes over a month for a polyjuice potion to work!"

"So basically, he was something like a supper wizard, right Harry?" Ginny, looked towards the messy haired boy.

Harry looked up from the small bible he had been flipping though. His bright green eyes caught Ginny's soft doe ones. "You could say that I guess…but it's not necessarily true. "

"So this God is sort of like the gods in the myths?"

"The muggles believe that God is the creator of all." Pitched in Hermione. "And they also believe that there is only this God. They think that the ancient gods where a myth."

"But couldn't this be called a myth too?" Ginny looked a bit confused by the whole thing. Sighing Hermione looked to Harry.

"Do you have a better way of explaining it?"

Harry sat for a moment, and then looked up suddenly.

"Does the magical world have a religion?"

"Nope. Well, some people follow the old ways. Like the Celtic and Pagan worshiping ways, but no not really." Stated Ron.

"So no one worships anything?" Hermione glanced at Harry, trying to figure out where he was headed.

"Nope. Why should we? We can create what we need, well pretty much what we need." Ginny glanced at the two, as she finished her sentence. "Is that bad?"

"No…it's just interesting."

"Ginny! I need your help love!" Molly's voice called up the stairs. Ginny groaned.

"Mum!"

"Ginny, NOW!"

"Coming!" Grumbling, the teen stood up, and headed down the stairs, her long red hair swaying softly. Harry watched her silently, regretting the fact that she had to go. Shaking his head, he looked back down to the parchment in front of him.

"Ginny be a dear and run out to the garden and get a few carrots."

"Mum!"

"Go!" Grumbling, Ginny grabbed the bucket that sat by the door and walked out to the garden, fumbling through the vines towards the carrots.

"Ow!" Ginny kicked at a thorn that stabbed her foot, and then one that had hit her left palm. Finally reaching the carrot area, she reached down for one, only to stab her right palm.

A sharp pain filled her body, and she let out a scream, the wind suddenly picked up and a bright light flashed before Ginny's eyes, a sudden vision of a person on a cross like object appeared. And then it was gone.

Zarah, my child. You have done well, and now you have two children. Yet the blood of your blood is at stake. As are the children of earth. You must help them. Awaken those that you can…only a few will be able to feel the pull of the Divine. It will sing in their blood. But the rest will not. Be wise my child. And be careful.

Zarah woke up feeling at peace. A small tear fell from her face as she realized who had spoken. How she missed the Divine's voice. Getting up from her bed, she looked out the window, where her two children sat playing under a large tree. Smiling softly she stepped onto the balcony.

"Ariel, Asa!" The two looked up towards their mothers voice and giggled. Standing, the twins hurried as fast as their little feet could carry them. Stopping just before the edge of the shade from the tree, they closed their eyes tightly. A soft glow surrounded the two, and pair of wings came from their backs.

Opening their eyes, they grinned and pushed themselves from the ground towards their mother. Smiling proudly, Zarah stood with her arms open for her two children.

"My little ones. You two will be great one day. You shall be my little lion Ariel, and you shall be my little healer Asa." She gently pulled Ariel's fist from her long red hair, and kissed his head.

A sudden chilly wind made Zarah look up. The two trees that stood proudly suddenly began to waver. Their branches seemed to take on a life of their own. A sharp crack resounded, and the twins began to cry. A look of horror began to filter across Zarah's face.

"No. It cannot be!" The two trees began to grow even more restless, but suddenly stopped. A dark cloud loomed overhead, and began to block the light. Turning into her room, Zarah clutched her children to her until the midwife ran in, a scared look on her face.

"Take the children! Take them and run! Go as far as you can! To somewhere remote! Take whoever can go with you and get out!" The twins began to cry even more, and Zarah gently kissed their heads. The woman looked scared, and reluctant, but Zarah gently shook her head.

"Go my friend. Teach my children well." Tears began to pool in the woman's eyes, but she clutched the children to her and ran.

Going back to the balcony, Zarah closed her eyes and allowed a soft glow to cover her. Her own pair of wings stretched above her head. Chocolate colored eyes looked out towards the two trees that had grown restless once more. The dark cloud had begun to grow, and the winds increased. A loud rumble of thunder thumbed throughout the air, followed a bright burst of lightning.

A soft smile graced Zarah's lips as her thin dress whipped around her. Stretching out her wings, she pushed her way through the howling winds. She winced slightly as random sharp objects grazed past her arms and legs. Landing in front of the two wild trees, she opened her arms.

"Ego tribuo meus vita pro pacis." A lone tear fell softly down her face.

A sudden gap appeared behind her and the roots of both trees formed a twisted post behind her, which branched off at her arms. Thinner vines twisted harshly around her wrists and body, holding her tightly to the roots. Zarah grimaced in pain as the vines dug into her frail skin.

A vine twisted around her legs, stopping at her feet, where a sharp thorn formed and nailed her feet to the roots. Zarah cried out in pain. Another vine wrapped around her arms and stuck thorns into the palm of her hands, crucifying her. Lifting her head towards the sky, she prayed softly. Another thorn suddenly appeared and pierced her though the heart. Zarah's eyes opened wide in pain, and then shut.

The trees began to calm, as did the wind. The clouds cleared, and the sun shown softly on the crucified body of Zarah on the roots and vines of the Tree of Life and the Tree of Good and Evil.

Music encompassed the occupants of the ballroom. Everything was gaily colored, and people dressed in their finest. It was a night a beauteous celebration. Their Lord had made a wonderful come back.

Laughter surround the well known magical families as they carelessly drank from long-stemmed glasses, and flirted unabashedly with each other. It seemed as though youth had returned to the old.

"It'll be a new world in no time!"

"My daughter will be joining the war soon!"

"Our Lord is most gracious!"

"Did you hear of the wonderful win just the other day?!"

Narcissa Malfoy stood at the balcony rail, her pale blue eyes surveying the crowd bellow. How was it that these people could be so joyous at a time like this? She gave a sigh and pulled at her dress robes, correcting the fabrics' flow.

Glancing out the window, her eyes took on a worried shade. Her son was some where out their in hiding. He could not show his face for his weakness, the Lord would have had him killed. She herself came close to death at the Lords hands for her actions, but some how something caused the Lord to be merciful.

"Missus, the time has come!" came a high-pitched squeak. Looking down at the house elf, Narcissa composed her face to an indifferent coolness, and began to make her decent on the grand staircase.

It would be another night of false smiles and cool laughs, all disguised in gay colors. All over the sake of a war for power.