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Washington D.C.

Leigh Ann Nelson
June 18, 1996
3:34 A.M.
Washington D.C.

Washington was not like New York at all. Instead of being completely new and shiny and bright, Washington was filled with historical buildings. White marble was in most of the places I looked. Perfectly managed gardens and grass, trees sprouting up from the concrete... I wanted to stay and look at all of the beauty and history packed into this place, but I was on a mission.

I shouldered my pack and quickly found a hotel that would be a good place to blend in. My things would be safe and I would have a room for operations if I needed to plan anything. I had a view of the main boulevard in front of the White House and I could easily get away if needbe. I was hoping that the need wouldn't be.

Suddenly the necklace on my neck started burning. I wanted to take it off, knowing that Viktor had put some kind of charm on it, but I didn't dare. I knew that it had protected me once. Well, I didn't want to take it off until I sensed a wizard Apparating into my room.

My wand was out and held close as I readied to face off against someone...only to see Viktor crouched low on the ground, his hawk eyes taking in every aspect of the room before landing on me. He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

But not before I pointed my wand at him and glared.

"Leahn?" he asked with confusion, holding his hands up in front of him as if it would ward off the hex I was about to send up his ass.

My hand was shaking—this was Viktor, after all. The baby inside of me was just as much mine as it was his. But I didn't waver my aim. "Get out."

"Leahn!" His face was completely shocked and a little indignant. "Come back...ve need to talk about this!"

I shook my head and holstered my wand in the sheath I'd made to go around my arm. My gun was on the one on my thigh. I then realized that I couldn't reach it...because of my stomach. Growling, I turned from Viktor and started unpacking—I was still in my bloodied clothes. The man at the counter hadn't said anything, strangely. "I've tried talking about it. No one has believed me, no one has helped me...even you, Viktor! You've been caught up in your war and you haven't even bothered listening to mine! Well, now Alex is...is dead. And revenge is a bitch in maternity clothes."

As I was pulling my shirt over my head, Viktor stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. My stomach, now with a 26-week baby inside, was larger than ever. And, I suddenly realized as Viktor ran his hands over my skin, that my belly-button had popped out. I stared at it for a moment until Viktor realized the same thing. We both started laughing at the strangeness of it, my head leaning back on his shoulder as he hugged me tighter.

Suddenly the baby kicked against the side of my belly where Viktor's hand was, as if saying, 'hey, I'm in here, too!' I turned to my lover and kissed him gently, reveling in the beauty of what we had created together. We were silent for a long time, just feeling the baby flutter around.

"You vill miss your next appointment," he said softly, his head on my shoulder. "Ve vill not know about baby gender."

Since I'd been behind on my appointments, Doc had been doing some later than usual. She should have told me the gender a few weeks ago, but she hadn't. Because Viktor hadn't been there. But that was beside the point. "I know. But...it can wait."

"I do not vant you...in danger," he said as I pulled away and started taking off my white, bloody pants. I pulled up my hair and ignored him because I knew that what I was doing my warrant as "dangerous." "Leahn!"

"What, Viktor?" I snapped, pulling a dress shirt over my shoulders, having issues buttoning around my swollen breasts and stomach. "What do you want me to say? That I'm goin' to run off to Bulgaria and hide while everyone else fights a war that supposedly has a prophecy about me? Why the hell would I be the one targeted if it wasn't about me, Viktor?"

"I vill not let you hurt yourself!" he shouted as he threw his hands up in the air. His dark brown, chocolate eyes were full of pain and worry as they watched me and I tried not to care. "At least let me come vith you!"

I shook my head the entire time he ranted, pulling my unruly hair into a curly bun, pulling on a pencil skirt and some flats that wouldn't be too tight around my already-swelling feet. Lastly I threw a jacket around my shoulders. "Viktor, it's a highly-classified mission. I'm sorry, but you don't have the authorization codes."

I had never seen him look more incredulous. "You pull the military excuse now?" he asked, almost angry with me. "Leahn, do not be stupid! Your mother and I...ve vill help you!"

"I'm not bein' stupid. I'm bein' logical. I won't get hurt, Viktor." I tried to brush past him, but he stopped me by grabbing my arm and turning me around to face him.

"Vhat if they capture you?" His eyes were so pleading...I wanted to do nothing more than give into him, to be whisked off to Bulgaria to have my baby. But I wasn't going to leave thousands of American wizards to just die.

"You heard Jeong," I said simply, unable to meet his eyes. I tore my arm from his and continued to walk to the door, bag and jacket in hand. "They want me alive. And Jeong said that the prophecy stated that I would have the baby. They wouldn't hurt me in fear of hurtin' the child."

"It is not that simple!" he shouted at me as I walked out of the room.

My necklace lay sitting on the bloody clothing.

As did my wedding ring.

June 25
Noon
The Pentagon

It took me a week to plan my infiltration. After I'd left Viktor standing in the perfect hotel room for my needs, I'd found the second best hotel room for my needs, near the Pentagon, and continued planning.

Getting into the Pentagon was a lot more difficult than I'd anticipated. Not only were there Muggle entrances, but I had to pass all the Wizard checkpoints as well. First of all, it was three times the size of the Empire State Building. There were over 23,000 workers, both civilian and military, Muggle and Wizard.

It was a sight in and of itself as I Apparrated myself behind a metro bus. My mother worked here every day, using the floos which were undoubtedly being monitored. I was just trying to get in, get the prophecy, and get out without detection. I would unfortunately have to use my real name, which carried a lot of weight. It would also set off a lot of internal alarms.

My belly stuck out of my dress jacket, which probably looked strange, but I walked in anyway. There was a tour going on as I moved in but I ignored the Muggle tourists and kept going. The first checkpoint was in front of me.

As I moved forward, I pinned my ID to my front pocket, nodding at the Muggle military sergeant in charge of the low-level clearance point. He nodded to me, looking strangely at my pregnant belly but saying nothing to a superior Officer. Or maybe he recognized my mother's name. Check one, down.

Actually, I realized that he hadn't recognized my mother's name. Because, past the third Checkpoint, (the guard was a Wizard, still not mentioning anything to her superior Officer,) was the floo room. But something was different. No one was just popping out of a fireplace here. There were just alcoves in the wall where Wizards were popping in and out, almost as if the alcoves were giving energy to Apparating. It was harder to track Apparations.

So, I thought as I took off my real ID and stuck it in my back pocket, knowing about Wizards is a Level Five clearance. I hated to think what Nine or Ten was. Aliens? Area 52?

Shaking my head, I continued down the hallways, going down a flight of stairs and through yet one more checkpoint, this time with a fake ID. It wasn't too far from the truth. I just wasn't my grandmother. I hated to think that if it was this easy to fake my way into the Pentagon, how easy had it been for the Klan to kill the Vice President?

I went past too many offices to name for certain, but I stopped when I saw a certain one. Under Secretary for Defense – Rene Nelson, Wizard. I couldn't pass up the chance to be in my mother's office. Who knew what she had been keeping from me? Who knew what I could figure out...

I then realized that there was a wand scan. If I scanned my wand, she would know that I had been in her office. But just maybe, it was worth it. I took a deep breath and put my wand into the scanner, surprised to see the light turn green and the door open.

"Welcome, Leigh Ann Nelson." The simulated male voice made me jump. But I exhaled and opened the door, surprised to see a neatly-organized office with pictures of our family up and around the walls. There was a picture of my mother shaking President Clinton's hand and having tea with Hillary. It was just...strange, to say the least.

There was nothing out of place. The strange thing was was that my mother was never this meticulous. Our ranch was only clean because my grandmother and grandfather could never sit still and needed to clean everything. My mother's room was quite the mess, actually.

Something in the back of my mind kept saying that this was wrong. I rifled through her drawers, finding a few codes and such and grabbing them, and then quickly left. Something just didn't feel right. But I did grab something that mentioned that it was Classified.

There was just one more checkpoint before I got to where the Unspeakables worked. I wondered how long it had been since my mother had done any of this work...then again, what did it matter to me? She was a big wig in Washington. That's all that I needed to know. If Washington was corrupted, then so technically was my mother. I wanted to be able to trust her. But, after what had happened with Jeong, I was on my own.

Alex had been the only other person who had believed me. Now I had a few classmates who had killed her. She'd been Pureblood! Just because she tried to defend a few helpless Muggleborn...

I stopped for a moment and punched the wall on my left, glad that there was no one in the hallway to hear me cry out in anguish. What had Alex done to deserve any of that? Why was she...why had she...

The knuckle in my mouth kept me from making my cries audible. But I couldn't stop. I had to keep going. What I was doing would either help me understand what was happening or confuse me even more. Whatever happened, I needed to keep going. For me, for Marie, for Alex, and for my baby.

The last checkpoint was a very old man with a metal detector. I instantly removed my gun with a spell, cursing that I wouldn't be able to have it with me. He found nothing wrong—actually, he was almost blind, so I wasn't sure how he could do anything. He smiled a toothless smile and sent me on my way. Something just wasn't right about all of this. But I was too far in to quit now.

The doors were no longer labeled. I was thankful for Marie Lingham teaching her advanced classes the layouts of all the major buildings in the Capitol—without her help, I wouldn't have even made it this far. The Hall of Prophecies was the third to last room before the very last checkpoint, designed for Level Nine clearance and up. Technically these rooms were Level Eight clearance, which I didn't have, but my prophecy was in there—I needed it. There were certain rules that could be broken. Especially if you were pretending to be your mother's mother, who did have clearance.

I let the room scan my iris, my body, and my wand—if I were to be discovered, it would at least be after I obtained the prophecy. Surprisingly, the scan let me in. Slowly, I opened the door. The room was dark and cold. It extended for miles, hundreds of thousands of shelves holding prophecies lining the one walkway I was standing in. The overhead fluorescent lights flickered ominously, buzzing, adding only to the sound of my heels on the ground.

I walked for what seemed like miles, trying to find what I knew was mine It would be the one thing that would finally tell me what the hell was going on. I knew that it wouldn't be easy to figure out the meaning of the prophecy—seers were tricky bastards. We didn't have one at the school for some reason, probably because they were sneaky and weird to a T.

The shelves just kept going and going. I looked at the labels on the shelves, going past the L's, then the M's, until finally I reached the N isle. I took a left turn and walked down until finally I found the shelf that had the name 'Nelson' on a gold plate underneath it. I saw two—one labeled for my mother, another for my sister. But none for me.

My fingernails dug into my palms as I fisted my hands angrily. What prophecy, mother? There isn't one here for me!

Taking a deep breath, I thought about it. Sometimes prophecies contained more than one person. The name of the first person would be used for organization. "Accio Leigh Anna Marie Nelson prophecy," I said simply, not wishing to trigger a security mechanism. Instantly two globes flew at me, swirling around my head, waiting for me to grasp one. I reached up and grabbed the larger of the two.

I held the orb in my hands, feeling its warmth. The tag read,

Mary Custis-Lee (wife of Robert E. Lee, Nelson ancestors) to General Robert Harrington
Descendant of Mary Lee (?)
Robert Harrington

Whispers started moving around me as if ghosts were speaking in my head. I clenched my eyes and tried to breathe through it. Then, gritting my teeth, I threw my prophecy onto the ground.

The grey mist in the orb started flooding around me, the whispers turning into shouts. I gasped and covered my ears and clenched my eyes shut, trying to get them out of my head. All of a sudden, the voices stopped.

I opened my eyes to see a woman who looked like me, but older, with thick brown hair pulled into two pigtails on the sides of her head. She was wearing an old Civil War-era gown, complete with headdress. She looked at me curiously before smiling. I then realized that she was made out of mist. Her mouth opened and out spewed more mist, making me flinch. She then started speaking in a rasping voice, one that completely scared me.

"The Harringtons must comply,
Or feel the wrath of the Semper Fi..."

Ghosts started swirling around me, soldiers on horses, fighting with bayonettes and Civil War-era rifles. They disappeared as soon as they appeared, only showing bits of battle as this Mary Lee kept talking.

"The war will be stopped by the birth of a girl baby,
First in 17th, then the 20th centuries."

A small baby girl appeared in her arms and she smiled sadly at me.

"War will rise only twice,
With death not enough to suffice."

Lying at the woman's feet were suddenly hundreds of dead bodies, but she was holding a wand and looked haggard. Blood was running down her beautiful gown and once again she smiled sadly as she fell to the ground, her hands on the two dead young boys in front of her.

"The sacrifice of one mother will remain
The only way to end the suffering."

The woman who looked so much like me laid down on the floor and disappeared in a swirl of mist. My heart was pounding. I looked up to the other orb still fluttering above my head. Its tag read,

Doctor Rachel McCall to General George Harrington
Leigh Ann Nelson (?)
Jessica Nelson (?)
George Harrington

I didn't want to touch it again, but I knew that I had to. What was with both of them being about Harringtons? Why was I so full of dread? I was going to think on the last one, but the orb suddenly dropped to the ground. I flinched and squeezed my eyes closed as screams enveloped me once more, mist and wind blowing my hair back. I then opened my eyes to see Doctor McCall standing in front of me without her bottlecap glasses. Her flaming red hair was more tame than I had ever seen it and she seemed at least a dozen years younger.

"A girl of half and full blood,
Born under the seventh month."

A mother appeared, looking strangely like my mother. She was in a hospital bed, holding me, while Dr. McCall stood over her with a blank expression.

"A tale of death will then flood,
Till new babe is born and strength becomes."

I was expecting something there, but then I realized that my baby hadn't been born yet. The mist-Doctor was just looking at me, her eyes glowing like a ghost's.

"Schemes and lies will she unfold,
While friend and family wait at heaven's door."

I saw Alex appear, smiling at me, as well as Marie Lingam and all of the children who had died under my watch at the Academy.

"To forget one's love to fight a war,
And to end all trust before there's more."

Viktor was standing in front of me, his hand held out as he looked at me with fear in his eyes. "Viktor," I said softly, trying to follow him, but he disappeared before I could reach out and touch him.

"Death.
Poverty.
Despair.
Hope in a babe with none left to spare."

Then the apparition of the woman disappeared in a swirl of smoke, leaving me in the silence of the buzzing florescent lights.

Propheciesssssss, muahaha!