Mia, Jace, and Theo sat in the Hall, enjoying a leisurely breakfast as the morning sun streamed through the windows. The atmosphere was relaxed, with students chattering and laughing at their respective tables. However, that tranquility was shattered when an owl swooped down with a stack of newspapers, causing a murmur to ripple through the hall. Whispers and pointed fingers began to converge on Theo.

Mia, her annoyance clearly evident, shot a fiery glare at the curious onlookers. "What the fuck are you all staring at?" she snapped, her voice cutting through the hushed whispers. "Get back to your sorry lives and stop staring."

Jace, seizing the opportunity, deftly snatched a newspaper from a nearby student and began to read the front page. His brows furrowed in concern as he scanned the headline.

Mia, her apprehension growing, leaned in toward Jace. "What's going on, Jace?"

Jace looked up, his expression grave, and then flipped the newspaper around to show them the headline. It read, "SEVERAL DEATH-EATERS ESCAPE FROM AZKABAN," and underneath, a picture of Theo's uncle, Thaddeus Nott.

Mia's eyes widened, and she gasped in disbelief. "Teddy, look at this!" she exclaimed, pointing at the headline.

Theo, his heart pounding, got up from his seat and noticed that the entire dining room was now fixated on him. His anger flared, and he shouted, "What the fuck are you all staring at? Mind your own fucking business unless you want to duel me!"

Mia and Jace exchanged concerned glances before leaving their breakfast behind and following Theo. Ever since they had become Animagi, Theo's favorite place to seek solace was the clearing in the middle of the forest, where a serene lake glistened in the sunlight—the very place where they had won their first War Games.

Theo lay on the snow covered grass, gazing at the lake in his Animagus form. When he heard approaching footsteps, his ears perked up, but he remained still. Mia and Jace approached cautiously, knowing that Theo's moods could be unpredictable when he was upset.

Theo's keen senses detected Mia's scent, and he turned his head to look at her. His amethyst eyes were filled with sadness, a sight that tore at Mia's heart. She wrapped her arms around his neck, speaking soothingly, "It's going to be okay, Teddy. We're here for you."

Without hesitation, Theo transformed back into his human form and began to cry in Mia's arms. His frustration and anger boiled over, and he let out a loud, anguished scream. Jace and Mia held him tightly, their eyes brimming with sympathy.

Amidst the tears, Jace tried to offer some reassurance. "There has to be an explanation for all of this, Teddy."

Theo vehemently shook his head, his voice trembling with emotion as he stared at Jace. "My father promised me he wouldn't do this. That he wouldn't get involved with my uncle"

Mia, her curiosity piqued, inquired, "What do you mean, Teddy?"

Theo wiped his tears and explained, "Before you knew who the Potters were, my father went to Gringotts one afternoon. When he returned, he had a box filled with items from our family vault."

Jace leaned in, his curiosity growing. "Do you have any idea what he was looking for in there?"

Theo shook his head. "No, but he was acting strangely, and that same week, he visited Thaddeus in Azkaban."

Mia probed further, "Why is that so odd?"

Theo sighed deeply. "Because after the visit to Azkaban, the box disappeared."

The Ministry of Magic was plunged into utter chaos, a situation that rivaled the dark day when the Dark Mark had first appeared in the sky. The looming possibility of a Second Wizarding War had sent shockwaves throughout the wizarding world, and the wounds of the First Wizarding War were still fresh in the minds of many.

Inside his cluttered office, James ran a shaky hand over his face, frustration and anxiety etched across his features. He pushed his glasses aside onto the desk, his nerves causing his stomach to churn. Suddenly, he couldn't hold it in any longer, and he grabbed a nearby trash can, retching as the stress threatened to overwhelm him.

In the midst of this turmoil, Sirius stormed into James's office, engaged in a heated argument with his younger brother, Regulus.

Sirius raised his voice, exclaiming, "It can't be a fucking coincidence that the only Death Eaters who escaped are friends of Evan and Barty!"

Regulus shot back defensively, "I don't know where Barty is, Sirius!"

The sight of James vomiting halted the argument between the brothers as concern for their friend took precedence. Sirius, still fuming but clearly worried, placed a comforting hand on James's shoulder and conjured a glass of water, offering it to him. "Are you alright, Prongs?"

James, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, shook his head wearily. "No, Sirius. It feels like we've been transported back to 1980."

Sirius frowned, trying to reassure him, "But the circumstances are different this time."

James sighed heavily. "Yes, but the fear and distrust in the Ministry's ability to handle a crisis feels the same as in 1980."

"You…You don't think Barty is capable of starting another Wizarding War, right?" Sirius hesitated looking at Jame's expression

Regulus interjected, defending Barty, "He's not a bad person, Sirius. He's just hurting from Evan's death."

Sirius's anger flared. "Hurting? He's spreading panic, leaving Dark Marks, and black roses everywhere he goes!"

Regulus pleaded with his brother, "Don't treat Barty as if he's the next Lord Voldemort."

Sirius erupted, frustration and worry consuming him. "Why are you defending him so fiercely, Regulus? Do I need to remind you that Evan was the one who kidnapped Hermione, he kidnapped your goddaughter for fuck's sake."

James, his head pounding with a growing headache, yelled, "Shut up! Both of you!"

Taking a deep breath, James attempted to steer the conversation in a more constructive direction. "We can't act without clear evidence. As of now, Barty hasn't killed anyone, and technically, we can't arrest him."

Sirius remarked sardonically, "We could always arrest him for hate speech."

James shook his head. "That won't do, Sirius. Barty is searching for the person responsible for Evan's death, and he knows who it is."

Regulus chimed in, "I talked to Pandora."

Sirius asked, "What did she tell you?"

Regulus recounted what Pandora had shared with him. "She said that Barty appeared the night Evan died, covered in blood, and told her that Evan was dead. Apparently, he tried to stop Evan's bleeding wounds."

James furrowed his brows, trying to make sense of the situation. "Was there anything else that stood out?"

Regulus pondered for a moment. "Pandora mentioned that it was strange that Mia has the same name as Helen of Troy's daughter."

James's eyes widened, and he rushed to his desk. "Repeat that, Regulus."

Regulus repeated, "Pandora said it was curious that Mia had the same name as Helen of Troy's daughter."

Sirius, watching James search, couldn't contain his curiosity. "What are you looking for, James?"

James held up a letter, the same one Evan had written. "Evan mentioned this too, Sirius. He said the same thing about Mia's name."

Sirius's eyes widened in realization. "What kind of fucking twisted joke is this?"

James looked grave as he replied, "This sick joke means that a war is coming, Sirius, and my daughter is right in the middle of it all. Hence the allusion to Helen of Troy."

In a dimly lit office, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. A single black rose lay on the desk, accompanied by a chilling note that read, 'I'm coming for you.'

A frightened voice, concealed beneath a hood, urgently whispered to another hooded figure, "We've been caught. Barty knows what we've done."

A more composed hooded figure, standing near the office window, turned towards the panicking voice and reassured them in a calm tone, "Don't worry."

An angry voice, the frustration evident even through the disguise, accused the person near the window, "You used an Unforgivable Curse to kill Evan Rosier!"

The figure next to the window, seemingly unfazed, asked the angry voice, "Does anyone know that this curse was created by..."

The previously angry voice cut them off with a vehement denial, "No, I followed your instructions. I concealed the book in the classroom."

The frightened voice chimed in, fear evident in their trembling words, "I'm terrified for my life. I fear James Potter's wrath if he finds out who's responsible for Evan Rosier's death."

The person near the window, a hint of mockery in their tone, dismissed James Potter's strength, "James Potter has grown weak, especially after Hermione's disappearance. There's no way they can link us to Evan Rosier's death."

The angry voice pressed, "What do we do now?"

The person near the window revealed their plan with determination, "We summon the Order of the Phoenix again, and this time, things will go as planned."

Deep within the eerie confines of Kirroughtree Forest, a group of hooded figures had assembled, their anticipation palpable in the hushed whispers that hung in the air. They awaited the arrival of the person who had summoned them.

The soft sound of approaching footsteps stirred the group, and from the shadows emerged a young man with straw-blonde hair and piercing light blue eyes. He was concealed behind a silver Venetian mask that added an air of mystery to his presence. The man wore a sleek black suit, and on the lapel of the suit, a black rose stood as a somber emblem.

Rabastan Lestrange's voice pierced through the stillness. "Barty, enough with the theatrics. Tell us why you've gathered us here."

Rodolphus, Rabastan's brother, his tone slightly mocking, chimed in, "This meeting feels more like a reunion of former students than anything else."

Barty, his expression grave behind the mask, leaned in closer to address them. "Someone has brutally murdered Evan," he stated with solemnity.

A murmur of disbelief rippled through the assembled group. One voice could be heard protesting, "This can't be true. Evan was too skilled to be taken down like that."

Barty continued, his voice resolute, "Evan bled to death, bearing the clear marks of torture."

Thaddeus Nott, his curiosity piqued, asked, "How do you know this, Barty?"

Barty disclosed his grim knowledge, "I was there the night Evan died. I tried to spell the bleeding."

Corban Yaxley, always eager for details, inquired, "What spell caused his death?"

Barty responded, "Evan died due to the wounds inflicted by a curse called Sectumsempra."

Amycus Carrow joined the conversation, his voice laced with suspicion, "Isn't that an experimental curse from Severus Snape?"

Barty nodded gravely, "Yes, and Evan was used as a test subject, with no regard for whether he lived or died. After all, he was a Death Eater, and no one would mourn his loss."

Alecto, Amycus' brother, inquired, "What about the girl?"

Barty sought clarification, "What girl, Alecto?"

"The Potter heiress." Alecto responded

Barty's voice was firm as he responded, "No one will touch a fucking hair of the Potter girl. Evan died protecting her identity."

Thaddeus inquired anxiously, "Is the Potter girl alive?"

Barty affirmed, "Yes, she is alive. That is all you need to know."

Yaxley, ever the pragmatist, asked Barty for details about the plan.

Barty replied mockingly, "Well, now we're going hunting."

Alecto couldn't help but smile as she inquired, "And who, exactly, are we going to hunt?"

Barty's voice was cold and determined as he answered, "We're going to hunt down all those who attempted to take the life of the Potter heiress, but above all, we're going to track down the people responsible for Evan's death."

Rabastan, his curiosity getting the better of him, asked, "How do you know there was more than one person involved?"

Barty's response was chilling, "I saw Evan's last memories, and the person who killed him knew that both Evan and I were tasked with eliminating the girl."

Amycus pointed out, "Voldemort's plan to kidnap and kill the Potter heiress was known only to the Death Eaters present here."

Barty emphasized the seriousness of the situation, "Precisely. People are missing."

Thaddeus, mentally counting the possibilities, listed them, "Regulus Black, Lucius Malfoy, and Severus Snape."

Barty exclaimed, "Bingo."

Thaddeus argued, "But Regulus and Lucius are ruled out; my brother, Thoros, told me Regulus and Lucius are close with the Potter."

Rodolphus interjected, "That only leaves Severus Snape as one of the culprits."

Barty clapped his hands in approval. "Now you need to uncover the identities of the other two. One is a man, and the other is a woman."

Alecto, growing impatient, urged, "Stop with the mind games, Barty, and tell us now."

Barty smiled cryptically and revealed, "The other two responsible are Dumbledore and a seer named Trelawney."

Thaddeus, confused, "I get Dumbledore but, why the seer?"

Barty explained, "After months of investigation, I've discovered that Trelawney fabricated the prophecy about the Potter heiress."

Alecto connected the dots, "So, that's why Voldemort became obsessed with the Potter girl. Because of the prophecy"

Barty continued his revelation, "Dumbledore needed a reason to manipulate the Potters into doing whatever he wanted. What better way than to pretend an imminent threat was after their daughter? Dumbledore altered the witch's memories, making her believe she had foreseen it on her own, when, in reality, Dumbledore coerced her into inventing it."

Amycus, still puzzled, asked "Why do you want to kill Snape?".

Barty's voice dripped with disdain as he replied, "Severus's mere presence disgusts me."

Thaddeus argued, "That's not a good enough reason, Barty and you know it."

Barty pouted, "The long version is that everyone knows Severus Snape was obsessed with Lily Potter."

Rabastan scoffed, "Snape has always been pathetic."

Barty added more context, "Snape was the one who informed Voldemort about the prophecy, which set Voldemort on a frantic search for a baby who matched the description. Months later, it put Evan at a crossroads: whether or not to kill the Potter heiress."

Rodolphus, intrigued, asked why Evan hadn't killed the girl. Barty revealed Evan's unwavering principle, "Evan had sworn to himself before becoming a Death Eater that he would never harm a child. That's why he died protecting the girl."

Amycus summarized the situation, "So, in a nutshell, you want the heads of Snape, Dumbledore, and Trelawney on a silver platter."

Barty's sinister smile returned as he concluded, "The silver platter is metaphorical, of course. But before I kill them, I want to have a little chat with each of them."

There was a time when Lily Potter loved her job. She had worked tirelessly as an Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries, and she had genuinely enjoyed it. But that was a time before Hermione's disappearance. Now, every time she passed through the Hall of Prophecies, a feeling of nausea welled up inside her.

Lily couldn't help but remember how her husband had warned her about trusting prophecies. She bitterly laughed at herself, realizing that their belief in prophecies had led them to their current predicament. They were searching for Barty, another person who apparently was responsible for Evan's death, and desperately trying to prevent a Second Wizarding War.

As Lily made her way toward the elevators, intending to go back home and escape the oppressive atmosphere of the Ministry, something peculiar caught her attention. The light in the Hall of Prophecies had been left on. Intrigued, she approached the entrance of the hall, and when she reached for the light switch, her eyes were drawn to the shelf where her daughter's prophecy had been stored.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she almost dropped her wand in shock. There, on the shelf of prophecies, was her daughter Mia's prophecy—or at least what was supposed to be her prophecy. It was different now. It wasn't glowing like the others; instead, it was a transparent plastic ball.

Lily couldn't help but exclaim, "What the fuck?" Her mind raced, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. She looked around nervously, making sure no one was watching her, before reaching out and taking the plastic ball in her trembling raced through her mind. Who could have stolen the real prophecy and replaced it with this plastic imitation? Everyone knew that prophecies were untouchable, locked away securely.

Then, like a sudden jolt of cold water, a realization hit her like a lightning bolt. What if the prophecy had never existed in the first place? What if everything, from the supposed prophecy of her daughter to the involvement of Dumbledore and Trelawney, had all been a lie? They had believed so unquestioningly back then, and now she felt like a fool.

Lily stared at the plastic ball in her hand, her heart sinking as she grappled with the shocking truth that the prophecy had never been real. The questions swirled in her mind, but one thing was certain: where there should have been a prophecy, there was only a plastic ball.