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Chapter 6

Prophecy

As promised Vic knocked on Rose's door early the following morning. Opening her eyes she lay there for a few moments, trying to collect her thoughts before she would be forced to face the others. She wasn't looking forward to this at all, even with her curiosity as to what exactly had been found in Bulgaria. Holding in her frustrated sigh she climbed somewhat awkwardly out of bed and began to prepare her self for the meeting.

Midmorning found the apartment's occupants in the setting room, enjoying a last few minutes of peace before the rest of the members arrived. Markus Jobs and Tristia Hatter, both junior Auror's, had shown up earlier that morning fresh out of a mission to Austria and looking a little ragged. They had shared strained smiles with Vic and Teddy, but refused to talk about what had befallen them the previous night. Staring at them out of the corner of her eye Rose saw a large, freshly healed gash along Markus's throat but restrained herself from saying anything. If they had been attacked by werewolves it was a miracle they even made it out alive, the packs hating outsiders even more ferociously since the end of the last war.

Not long after ten a nock sounded on the front door. The room went quiet as Teddy moved towards the door. "Êtes-vous des voyageurs de l'ouest ?" he asked, his voice dropping and hint of an accent. Rose creased her brow as she tried to understand what was being said. It was French from what she could tell but the meaning of the words escaped her.

A gruff voice from the other side answered after a few moments of silence. "Non. Nous soyons mais les amis qui ont besoin d'un endroit pour se reposer. Nous sommes venus de l'est notre terre de mère." Nodding to himself Teddy stood back from the door.

"Then greet me as a friend would." he said before walking into the setting room, the door opening to reveal a small group of people in muggle attire. Waving them in Teddy retook his seat beside Vic, waiting for them to settle them self into the small area. As Rose looked around she noticed none of them looked much older then herself, the eldest, a woman with shockingly orange hair and a purple dress, looked as though she couldn't have been older than thirty.

A tall man, with cold brown eyes, cleared his throat as he turned towards Teddy, digging through his pockets as he did so. "We got it. Or I should say we got most of it. There was a bit of an incident." he explained sending a discreet glare at the woman Rose had been looking at earlier. She merely rolled her eyes at him, and took a defensive stance before plopping down on one of the couches. Ignoring her entirely he kept his eyes trained on Teddy. "As I was saying, we have most of it, but some spell damage burn some parts. With any luck we can piece it back together in time." Teddy nodded, locking eyes with the other man, an unspoken understanding passing between them

"What good is it, if we don't have all of it?" Tristia asked, lifting a thin eyebrow. Some of the others murmured amongst themselves, most seeming to agree with her.

"It's good because we're the only one's who have any of it." Teddy explained standing from the couch. Rose had wondered exactly who was in charge of their group of renegades but one glance at Teddy's strong stance and raised chin left no doubts in her mind. "We have it, which means we have the upper hand, if what we've heard is true," His eyes momentarily slide towards Scorpius and Albus before continuing. "Then we are well on our way to stopping this before it gets out of hand. None of us want another war and if the damned Ministry of Magic won't listen to us them we'll take care of it in our own way."

He shared one last meaningful look with the tall man before retaking his seat, obviously turning over the meeting to him. Clearing his throat he held up the paper he had pulled out of his pocket. "We heard months ago that there was a prophecy. We thought it would be in the Department of Mysteries, like all prophecies, we were wrong." he explained, before looking at the paper himself. "We found it through a contact in France. Her mother was the one who prophesied it almost eighteen years ago. We were able to get a translated version, but as I said we had some trouble. Raiders found us when we detoured through Luxemburg to throw them off our trail. The prophecy was in my pocket when I was hit by a curse, as a result there was some damage to the paper." He stopped, almost as if we was unsure he wanted to continue.

"Well?" Markus asked, eyes flashing. "Damn it, Yates! Either tell us what the prophecy said or pass it on to someone who can!" Yates, his large shoulders slumping slightly, gulped before glancing towards Teddy for support. For such a large man he seemed easily deterred, something that seemed off to Rose.

Teddy was once again standing in the middle of the room by the time Rose glanced up again. "There are four main players in this from what we can tell." he began, eyes scanning the paper. "The first is the Coming Storm. We've already figured out that this is the wizard that has been behind the disappearances. There are three figures that must join forces to stop him. The Wands heir, with his father's eyes. The Star of uncommon place, and the thread that falls from heaven's gate. We think the Wand's heir has something to do with the Elder Wand that supposedly defeated Voldemort but no one has been able to find it in over two decades of looking. The star and the thread are both unknown but we think their titles are a clue to their names, which is why Scorpius is here."

Rose discreetly looked at him out of the corner of her eye, taking in his stony expression and determined eyes. She knew that he was going to take this on full force, wether he was the Star or not. Teddy had continued talking while she was thinking, describing the details of the prophecy. "The thread is some how connected to the Coming Storm, so maybe a relative or someone close to him. It say that 'the thread shall hold the key which darkness can not see, a final plow, a deathly strike on a hallowed, holy night'. That means there are days that are better to strike then others, we believe the new Dark Lord can only be killed on a high Sabbath because of what ever they did to gain their power."

Once again stopping he looked over the paper, his expression clouding. "There is only one other part to the prophecy, and we are hard pressed to figure out why it's so important but it's how it ends. 'To the star for value great in the war none create a gift shall be given. White as snow, pure and fast a love as true as ever passed flaming in the night, Daughter of Morgana with clear green sight.'" The room fell quiet as the assembled members tried to absorb what they had just heard. Rose, who still remained quiet even as conversation over took the room, refused to look at anyone. She felt tears welling up in her eyes but she refused to cry, to admit defeat.

The afternoon passed with strategy plans and the weeks mission assignments, the youngest of the order being confined to the apartment during the day and the complex at night. Al quickly was caught up in the conversations his ideas with inventive charms giving those on mission the upper hand. Rose still refused to talk, even after Vic had coerced her into the kitchen to help clean up she held her tongue.

Late that night after the last order member had left Rose found herself setting in the stairway looking at the city lights. Soft foot steps came up behind her, garnering her attention. Vic smiled softly as she handed her a cup of tea. "It gets chilly out here at night." she replied to Rose's unvoiced question before setting down beside her. Rose simply nodded before turning back to towards the city. The minutes ticked by in silence, both gathering their own thoughts, but still comfortable with the silence. "A prophecy is just words." Rose nodded, feigning understanding. She really didn't want to listen to Vic's advice on love, she had been far too lucky with it to understand Rose. "Your sixteen, and even if this is more then just words there will be others. For now focus of what we have to do. We can all worry about finding 'happily ever after' once we've got this behind us."

Rose sat very still as she listened to her, her words penetrating the blanket of haze that she'd surround her self with. "But," she began, her voice beginning to quiver. "But what if I don't have a happy ending? What if, what if..." Tears began to flow down her cheeks as gulping sobs forced their way up her throat. "What if I love him too much, and he choices his 'reward' over me? Over our friendship, our history?" Her large brown eyes became glossy as she looked up at Vic, her face botchy from her crying.

Not saying a word Vic smiled down at her and pulled her into a hug. She held her close, letting Rose sob out her teenage angst and fear for her future. "Sh. Sh. Everything will be fine Rosie I promise. Everything will be fine." Even as she said the words Rose knew Vic wasn't sure who she was trying to console Rose, or herself.

tbc.

AN: So here is the latest instulment! Hopefully ch. 7 will be up shorty, work and course loads will determain that.

The French means:

Êtes-vous des voyageurs de l'ouest: Are you travelers from the west?

Non. Nous soyons mais les amis qui ont besoin d'un endroit pour se reposer. Nous sommes venus de l'est notre terre de mère.: No. We be but friends who need a place to rest. We have come from the east our mother land.