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Chapter 14

Ezekiel and the Apprentice

3 days ago

Ezekiel was a patient man who loved what he did on a day to day basis. He sat behind his desk, or walked the halls of his department looking to see how things were going. However his favorite room was that of the Hall of Prophecy.

You see Ezekiel was the head of The Department of Mysteries, and had been for the last eighty years. The department itself was a sort of branch from that of the Ministry as a whole; meaning that the Minister had no say in how it was run and Ezekiel did not have to answer to him. A fact that the aged department head liked very much.

As he sat there going through the papers that littered his desk, his mind was elsewhere. As of late he had been kept quite busy with things that only the Head of the department could. However being as old as he was he did need help when he could get it. This is why he had recently taken up an apprentice; one which showed great potential.

And as if on cue there was a knock on the door to his office. "Come in" Ezekiel said

"Thank you sir, however I have to admit why it is you called me in today" the figure said

"Yes, I bet you are; come, sit" Ezekiel commented motioning for the man to sit down. "It was brought to my attention today that a certain prophecy started to glow ever so slightly whilst residing on its pedestal"

The figure shifted slightly in his chair and said "That is most uncommon sir, have there been occurrences like that in the past"

"No, my boy, not for some time" The aged man said "so I took it upon myself to check on it"

"You did not remove it from its shelf did you sir, doing so could have harmed you" the apprentice said looking concerned.

"I know what could have happened, I have been doing this since before you were born; do not think me smart enough to know this" Ezekiel said sternly to the man facing him.

"No sir, I just…"

"You did not think, that is what; you still have much to learn" Ezekiel said with a sigh. "I was able to take down the prophecy because I am the head of this department as one day you will be"

The figure nodded with a smile, he loved his teacher and had been glad when Ezekiel had called him into his office. To work with such a learned wizard is a rarity but foremost an honor.

"So did you find out what caused the orb to glow like it did" the apprentice asked

"I did, normally to hear a prophecy much less take it off the shelf, it must be made about you however; being the head of this department does come with its perks" Smiled the old wizard.

"And" The figure prompted "did you learn what it said"

"I did my boy and while I must tell you I would not have asked you here if I thought it unnecessary, but since it does involve you, I thought you might like to hear it" Ezekiel said looking at his apprentice

To say the apprentice was shocked was a bit of an understatement. He was as surprised as hell. While attempting to regain some of his composure he said "Are you sure sir, what and more importantly why was there a prophecy made about me? I'm just a lowly apprentice"

"My boy you are anything but lowly" the aged man said "and the prophecy was not made about you"

"But you just said…" the apprentice started but was cut off

"You misunderstand me son, I said it involves you; not that it was made about you" Ezekiel said

"Then what am I involved in" the figure asked

"Something wonderful" Ezekiel started "for you see my boy you are going to be a guide of a sort, to help them gain all the knowledge they will need to know; you will also help them with their growing powers, because powers such as these have not been seen for a millennia"

The figure just sat there not sure of what to make of this. He was going to be a guide; He was going to be a trainer in an ancient magic long gone from this world. Wanting to know all he could about his new charge he posed the question to his mentor "Who is it that I am to be training"

"You know him by many names but the one used most commonly is…"

But at that exact moment while Ezekiel was revealing the identity of who it was his apprentice was going to be guiding; Albus Dumbledor was sitting behind his desk, his head in his hands.

For he had just been given some news that shook him dearly. Never mind that he had still not found any trace of Harry Potter, Chosen One. He could only hope that the boy was safe at this moment. No...scratch that the Headmaster knew that the boy was safe, because the news that had just been delivered showed that Voldemort was not focused on Harry for a change. Albus Dumbledore sat there a moment more before standing up, he knew what he had to do, arrangements had to made and the staff had to be told.

So the war-torn Proffessor left his office to do what had to be done, leaving behind the slip of parchment that had caused him to be in such a state. The parchment in question had only a short message that read...

Papa Phoenix,

The snake is dead, I repeat; Severus Snape is dead.