"They also know about the prophecy."
Neville Longbottom was at the Black's former apartment, where Dumbledore's Army base operates. The group was still the most active one of the old resistances to Voldemort. After the dark wizard death, they used to get together only in special dates, but recent events have forced the group to meet more regularly. The current situation as an emergency to discuss developments in the wizarding world. The pure-blood movement resurfaced after rumours that a new dark lord would arise to command the wizards in the so-called war of wars.
But the prophecy in question said that, like the new lord, his opponent would also arise: the one who would command the resistance. According to the message: light and darkness were destined to face in a duel in which one would dominate the other. The world would face a century of peace or darkness. The prophecy didn't say about the winner side, but there were other smaller ones that gave clues on the identity of these wizards. It was known, for example, that they have the same age, they celebrate birthday in the same week, and they would be destined to grow up in the house of the brave ones.
"The other side know who they are?" Susan Bones, the only one of the group who belonged to Huffepluff, was analysing the list of students joining Hogwarts that year.
"No. But they know what we know." Neville confided. "Draco said the other side has plans for the potential candidates."
"Two of the home of the brave ones born in the first lunar fall cycle of the 10th anniversary of the fall of the unnamable are destined to duel. One on the side of darkness and another on the side of light. The survivor will be the new ruler, and its heirs will perpetuate its legacy." Hermione read the prophecy again and re-examined the list of new students. "There are seven students born at the prophesied time in UK. There are a few more children born in other countries, but we have no news about them coming to study at Hogwarts. We're talking to our allies about monitoring these children from other countries. But our priority is Hogwarts."
"But we can't know who will be a Gryffindor." George lamented. "I know it's selfish, but I'm glad my twins are out of it. I would hate if that weight could fall on their shoulders."
"Actually, there's a way we can fool the other side. We can leave them confused and buy some time." Luna stared at her companions with her expressive pale blue eyes. "We need to make sure the sorting hat doesn't select any of these students for Gryffindor."
"Are you suggesting we manipulate the prophecy?" Hermione gaped.
"Prophecies end up happening one way or another, which proves that they are not literal, but rather flexible." Luna shrugged. "Harry might not be the original boy of prophecy. Nell also could be the one, but you-know-who manipulated events to make Harry his equal by making him a horcrux. Maybe we can't avoid war, but we can create the conditions to gain advantages. To prepare our champion."
"But how?" Hermione was still confused by Luna's logic.
"Let's just talk to him! With the hat! Let's make sure that none of these kids will choose to be a Gryffindor." Luna continued indifferent through the looks of the others. It was too simple, but it was brilliant.
...
The newcomers entered for the first time in the Hogwarts' hall. Many were amazed to see the beautiful magic surrounding the place, plus the number of students on the four tables were something else. Many of the professors seemed intimidating, even the head mistress Minerva McGonagall, no matter how welcoming her speech was. The sorting hat began to speak, in a speech that brought something new every year. Then, one by one, the first-year students were sitting on the bench and they were chosen. Among them, Lily Luna Potter, who finally joined her older siblings and cousins in Gryffindor. She smiled after her sorting and sat between Al Potter and Rose Granger-Wearsley. Lily only sadness was that she would spend a year without having Hugo around: the cousins were both attached to the hip. Their twin cousins should be also there, but George decided to send them to Ilvermorny for some reason.
"This year is going to be legendary!" Rose smiled at her younger cousin. "I'll be able to teach you everything you need to know about Hogwarts."
Lily smiled, but the only thing she really wanted to know was when she could do the selection for the Quidditch team. She dreamed of being a professional player in the same position as her mother. Lily grew up listening to stories of how Harry was a fantastic seeker. Her father could also be a professional player if he hadn't chosen to be an Auror. But Lily found his Quidditch's position incredibly annoying and she would rather to score goals, just like her mother. The only problem was that first-year students rarely got positions in the teams: Harry Potter himself was the last first-year student to be able to join a team. All Lily wanted was to be an exception just like her father.
Lilly looked at the other first-year students, wondering who she could befriend, who could be potential opponents. There were so many interesting faces. There was Quinn Fabray, whose father owned a Quidditch team. Lilly knew her, but had never been friends with Quuinn. They simply hated each other for no apparent reason. She knew that minions who got involved with Quinn Fabray wouldn't be friends with Harry Potter's daughter. There were other interesting children too, like the terribly tall boy, the blond boy who was very handsome, the black girl who had an infectious smile. Lily didn't know who her friends would be apart from her own family, and the only way to find out was to experience everyday life at school.
...
After the selection, Neville and Minerva, who also knew the plan, transported the sorting hat to the safe in which it was kept next to other valuable Hogwarts' magical objects. Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez, Samuel Evans, Finn Hudson, Sonny Beaver, Miranda Larson and Michael Chang were among the students who were born during the time of the prophecy.
"Who should be a Gryffindor?" Minerva asked the hat.
"Everyone except Quinn Fabray. As you asked, I directed everybody to their second-best option."
Minerva checked the list.
"Lopez was relocated to Slytherin, while Evans and Hudson went to Hufflepuff, all others went to Ravenclaw."
"I think we have a good sense of who is the next you-know-who might be." Neville joked. "What shall we do, Minerva?"
"We watch them close for now, Neville. And we have to be very careful about the hasty conclusions."
"For Merlin, no one good has left Slytherin for years!"
"This is bias, Longbottom. Don't forget that you are a professor at this school now, and you need to teach students in all homes equally." Minerva pondered. "And Draco Malfoy proved to be a great ally for all these years."
"Nobody trusts Malfoy entirely!"
"Just as no one but Dumbledore trusted in Severus. Don't you remember, Neville?"
"Professor Snape was different."
"Why?"
"He was smart and he protected Harry because he loved Harry's mother. Draco loves nobody on our side, Minerva. There is no reason for him to be faithful."
"Time will tell."
...
Santana Lopez went to Slytherin's female dormitory for the first and second-years students. The place was very well organized and clean, with a huge stained-glass window with the house symbol. The space was divided into a series of small dorms. Each "dorm" had two beds and two small closets.
Santana hadn't made friends with anyone in that house, but she knew the reputation of some of the girls who entered that house. One of them was Priscila Lestrange, whose father was a healer and worked with Juan Lopez in St. Mungo's. Despite their parents' proximity, the girls didn't consider themselves friends. Santana thought Priscilla was arrogant, too full of herself because of her family's long line of pure bloodhounds. The Lopezes were also a traditional family and came from a long line of purebloods. But they were migrant wizards, and Santana was the second generation of the family that was born in UK. Santana didn't mind such family traditions. Her best friend was born a muggle, and she herself was a half-blood. What Santana feared about her own origins was that for the Slytherins, having a traditional, pure-blood family was an important issue.
"If you want to, you can share a dorm with me." Santana looked at the blond girl who spoke to her. For a moment, Santana was surprised, but soon regained her poise. "My name is Quinn Fabray, by the way." The girl reached out to greet the other one who looked completely out of place.
"Santana Lopez." They shook hands.
"You don't look very comfortable here," Quinn said as she organized her things into the bed on the right side.
"It's just that my best friend went to another house. We've made a lot of plans and now... we're separated."
"Who's your friend?"
"Brittany Pierce. She's a Ravenclaw now."
"Ravenclaw? Home to all the weirdos, as I see it." One of the girls step into the conversation. "It's very clear who is the winner and who is the loser in this relationship. You shouldn't worry about that, Lopez. If you are here, it's because you are destined for greatness."
Santana stared at the girl with brown hair and affected gestures. That was Sugar Motta, who came from a wealthy Irish family. They knew each other from the parties that Santana's stepmother dragged her family from time to time. Sugar was a silly and needy girl who thought she could buy friends.
"Maybe," Santana replied indifferent as she settled her things. She didn't like people who belittled Brittany in any way.
"Don't pay attention on Motta. She doesn't have much brain." Quinn smiled.
"That's what it sounds like." Santana put the suitcase on the side of her dorm and inspected the closet that seemed too small.
"Sixth and seventh grade girls do extension spells." Quinn commented. "But you have to pay five galleons."
"Maybe we can do this without paying."
"It's an advanced spell."
"But that's taught, right?"
"Yes, but with a lot of restrictions. First-years like us would not be able to."
"Give me time… until the end of this year. At most, until the beginning of our second year." Santana gave a small smile.
"Do you think you're so powerful that you can do such an advanced spell?" Quinn frowned, perplexed by her new colleague's confidence.
"No, I'm quite normal. It's just that my father always encouraged me to do my best, to push my limits. It doesn't mean I'll succeed, but I'll try."
"Well, if you say so."
"You can pay me with official Tutshill stuff."
"Tutshill?" Quinn raised an eyebrow.
"Doesn't your father own half of Tutshill city, including the Tornadoes? Or does Ginny Potter's column in the Daily Prophet published fake news?"
"That would be an exaggeration."
"Her father owns the Tutshill Tornados." Sugar Motta stepped into the conversation once more.
"My father is the ceo of the team, not the owner… the only one owner." Quinn rolled her eyes. She changed her stance, becoming more rigid. She didn't like to be remembered for her last name. "Lopez... interesting... Sorry but I don't remember seeing you before. Are you the first in your family to study at Hogwarts?" She also changed her tone of voice, becoming more petulant. Quinn didn't like people getting close to her because of the Quidditch team, and used to become hostile towards them.
"No, my father studied here. He was a Ravenclaw." Santana responded calmly.
"And your mother?"
Santana sighed and looked away.
"My mother didn't study here. She is American."
"Oh, did she go to Ilvermorny? I've heard a lot about this school."
"No..." Santana continued to stare at the floor. "She didn't go to any of those big schools."
"Because Santana is half-blood!" Priscilla Lestrange, in the dorm in front of them, put an evil smile on her face. "Her mother is a muggle, and she's the daughter of divorced parents. My father works with her father at the hospital and he told me everything. My father told me to be nice with her, but I don't know."
Santana saw some girls start laughing and it made her blood boil. She could conjure up the little shock that came from the tip of her ebony and dragon wand. Or even several other little magics she'd learned by her own as she prepared to join Hogwarts. Santana knew she was way better than all those girls stuck together, but she preferred to take a deep breath and swallow her pride. Santana didn't want to make enemies on the first day, especially since she knew she would have to live with those girls for the next seven years. She was smart enough to first do field reconnaissance.
She saw that Quinn was the only one who wasn't laughing. She even blinked her eyes and nodded, as if Quinn was silently calling the other girls names. Santana gave a small smile and nodded at the likely new friend.
"Say one thing, Lopez. By chance do you support Tutshill Tornados?" Quinn asked.
"I'm a proud!"
"Portree?" Quinn was surprised. "So why would you want Tornados' sports equipment?"
"Quidditch is Quidditch!"
"You like to play?"
Santana's smile widened.
...
Finn Hudson looked at the bed he would occupy in Hufflepuff's men's dormitory. The 11 years old was already a big kid, the tallest one of the newbies. But those bunk beds in the dormitory didn't contemplate someone so tall for his age. He thought he would have to learn a spell to expand his bed by the end of the year, or pay someone to do it for him. Finn also wasn't entirely happy with the selection. He thought he should go to Gryffindor, like his father. The Hufflepuffs were the house of the losers. If you weren't brave enough, smart enough or powerful enough, that was your place: the hole of failures and the good beta kids.
"How did that happen?" Finn whispered to himself.
"It's not that bad." Samuel Evans occupy the bed next to him. "The dorm looks nothing like a cold, wet hole I had imagined. It's cozy here."
"I'm not a Gryffindor! What's gone wrong?" Finn was still convinced that this wasn't his place.
"The Potters' and Weasleys' private club?" Samuel tried to be positive. "I think it's cool that we stayed in the same house. You and I will be the kings of Quidditch here."
"I can't believe Mike is a Ravenclaw!" Finn sat on his bed and began to relax with the light conversation with his old friend.
"Nobody imagined that a guy who eats explosive ear wax balls would go to the smart house."
"That's right... who would have imagined?"
...
After a few weeks, some groups of friends were established among the first-years. Lily Potter had the support of her brothers and cousins, but she soon managed to make her own friends. She was always with Melissa Brown, a black girl with big smile and a great sense of loyalty. Finn and Samuel were already friends before Hogwarts. In addition, they became friends with Noah Puckerman. No one had understood how the boy who wore Mohawk had been selected for Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin, because he was a true bully contrary to the characteristics of the yellow house. Another group was formed by Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce. The trio occasionally had the company of Sugar Motta, but in essence, these three were inseparable.
The Ravenclaws looked very close, especially Mike Chang, Miranda Larson and Sonny Beaver: in addition to being from the same house, those three were fans of Montrose Magpies. Mike and Sonny dreamed of playing for the team and couldn't wait to take part in the selections for the vacant positions. Miranda, unlike the boys, loved the game, but as a fan, especially after the changes in the rules that made the matches with a time limit, making matches more dynamic, agile and strategic.
Neville Longbottom was the main agent of the DA assigned to closely observe the six students. As a professor, he tended to be more sympathetic to Finn Hudson because he was fumbled, as he was at that age, and Hudson was the student most interested in the discipline Neville taught. But the teacher couldn't be fooled. There were six major students on his radar. One would be the saviour, and the other one the devil in person. What qualifies to be the messiah and the angel of death? It was too early to know.
In the first few weeks, Santana proved to be the most skilled among the six, but she still had no indication to have interest in power. It doesn't mean that she was humble. On the contrary, there was a childish cynicism about her. Finn, on the other hand, wanted to be admired. Samuel was a vain boy, but he seemed always to be in the shadow of his fellow Hufflepuff taller friend. Mike had pride as the main capital sin. Sonny was too competitive and Miranda was both altruistic and eccentric. In a way, she was very reminiscent of Luna's way.
Neville could see this from afar. What signs should be taken into account and which aspects should be ignored? Neville knew he was in a racing there. The faster he identify the players, the more efficient the Armada action would be. As Neville made notes in his diary, the teacher took a sip of his tea, leaned back in the comfortable chair, and wrote some bets.
...
The first incident between the first-year students from different houses happened when temperatures began to fall and winter announced its arrival. After the flying classes, the first-years could make extra-class activity and practice Quidditch and some other wizard sports. Quidditch had undergone many modifications in the last decade to make it more dynamic and competitive, as well as being more attractive to broadcasts (an adaptation of Muggle television system, but which only worked well on local broadcasts because wizards couldn't magically use satellite technology). Now the matches have four periods of 55 minutes each, with five minutes interval between them for water and technical guidelines. Each goal was still worth 10 points, and the capture of the golden snitch, 150 points. If the seeker couldn't get the golden snitch during the four periods, the match was over after 220 minutes.
The equipment that first-year kids used to play was different from professional equipment used in competitions between houses. The bludger was slower and made of a soft material, the snitch was also slower. After all, the goal was just to learn the sport and practice it as a recreation.
Santana and Quinn went to the arena and met Brittany, who was with Mike, Larson, Sonny and Miranda. Lily Potter was also there with the almost inseparable Melissa Brown. Finn Hudson and Samuel Evans completed the group.
"Let's make two teams." Professor Pottus Vianna took the lead. "Who wants to be the seeker?" Three people raised their hands. Watching the scenery, he continued. "Let's do this: the candidates in each position stay together." He indicated the positions. "Here are the chasers. Here are the beaters and here are the keepers." He was pleased to see that only two people wanted to be keepers. "Well... the keepers will choose their teams."
Lily smiled and stayed in the group of chasers, who also had Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce and Mike Chang. One of the goalkeepers was Finn Hudson and the other one was George Patton, a Slytherin. Each would choose alternately, but the diversity of homes would only existed in one of the teams.
In Patton's team were Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce and Netunus Black as chasers. Quinn Fabray as a seeker. And the brothers Kanan and Ezra Goyle as beaters. Only Brittany wasn't a Slytherin in that team. She was only indicated because Santana practically ordered Patton.
In the other team, besides Finn, were chosen Lily Potter, Samuel Evans and Mike Chang as chasers. And also Tiya McGlynn (Gryffindor) as seeker, Sonny Beaver and Bail Onyo (Gryffindor) as beaters. The remaining students stayed in the bench waiting for their turn.
Professor Pottus explained the rules, the match of only 50 minutes, and dropped the balls. The game started terribly because of the inexperience of the students. Many thought they understood Quidditch just by watching the championship or playing with siblings and friends in the backyard of their homes, but the fact was that playing with the proper equipment in a field of official dimensions was very different. Making passes in mid-flight was much more complex. Santana let the quaffle fall on her first attempt. Finn could defend on the first weak shot, almost unintentionally made by Brittany. The only one who seemed to know exactly what to do on the pitch was Lily. She marked five straight goals in almost individual moves.
Santana was annoyed when the opposing team dilated the score to 80 x 10 in less than 20 minutes. She looked at Quinn, who was just circling the field, or watching the (terrible) game, or trying to visualize the golden snitch. Santana made an individual move, completely ignoring the requests of the companions to pass the quaffle. Lily tried to block her, but she took an improbable dribble, with Santana spinning over her to get clear of the mark and scoring. Santana understood that if she made more individual plays, she would have more success. And so she did just what she thought. With every goal Santana scored, more ostensibly she celebrated and more irritated the opposing team got. Content with how the game was proceeding, Santana was able to change the scoreboard: 90 x 80.
In the following attack, the inexperienced Samuel was hit by a bludger and needed to be replaced. Brittany was able to recapture the quaffle after an inaccurate pass and threw the ball to Santana, who again scored and celebrated ostensibly. 90 x 90. Lily, annoyed, made a simple move with Mike that ended up scoring. To extravasate, Lily celebrated ostensibly near Santana, who became annoyed. Quaffle in the Netunus hands. He tries to pass it to Brittany, but Lily intercepts. She flies towards the opposing rings knowing that Patton was a weak keeper and that the chances of score were great. All of a sudden, she got an illegal block from Santana. The quaffle slipped away and a strong fight began. In the meantime, Quinn picks up a slower golden snitch. End game!
"Be lucky next time, loser!" Santana teased Lily before celebrating with Quinn and Brittany.
"Don't think that it means anything or that you have talent, Lopez. This was just a game for beginners. Going into the teams is another story."
"Speak as if you've had a place in your house team, Potter." Santana turned to Quinn and Brittany, deliberately ignoring the other girl. "But that's no surprise, considering the Potters and the Weasleys think they own the Gryffindor's house."
"You're ridiculous!" Lily snarled and turned her back to the trio, walking toward Melissa, Finn, Mike, Samuel and Sonny.
Santana, Quinn and Brittany laughed at Lily's attitude and ignored everyone else. While the students left the field, they didn't even notice that the game had a professor in the audience. Neville watched closely the students' behaviour and continued to ponder.
...
The trio formed by Santana, Quinn and Brittany was hellish. From their 11 to 12 years old, the girls were discovering not only their abilities, but also the changes in their body, personalities and vanities. Brittany was a challenging mind that thought in an unusual way. She needed constant help from colleagues to understand what was written in the books, but she had an extraordinary instinct for dosages in potions classes. There was no better student in arithmancy throughout Hogwarts. Quinn was a dedicated student in all subjects, but far from being considered extraordinary in any of them. Santana was lazy for most subjects except defense against the dark arts and spells, in which she demonstrated extraordinary talent.
All three were vain in different ways. Santana was discovering her own sensuality and showed it with concern to have impeccable hair, lipstick on lips, nails very well painted. Anyone who thinks Santana's beauty vanity was for a boy is mistaken: she was trying to get the attention of her best friend, Brittany. Santana influenced the other two, though Quinn didn't care much for props, and even less did she appear to have aroused the desire to attract the attention of the opposite sex, or even the same sex. Quinn didn't have childish attitudes, but she was also far from a typical teenager. Brittany, when she wasn't in school uniform, dressed exceptionally well, always in tune with the best of the muggle young fashion, considering she was a muggle-born herself. Of the three, Brittany was the one with the most childish attitudes, and had an unusual fascination with muggle teen movies, especially Mean Girls.
To their colleagues' despair, the girls weren't afraid to impose themselves. Santana, Brittany and Quinn liked to make pranks, messing with students from the same year, and Santana risked pranking second-year students as well. On the other hand, none of the three got in the way of third-year or older students. Thanks to the Quidditch games between first-years, the trio's favorite victims were Lily Potter, Finn Hudson and Samuel Evans. The other trio becomes the victim of small pranks specially articulated by Santana. As much as the Gryffindors and others student tried to fight back, that trio could get away with it, thanks to the unique combination of their talents.
One day, when spring was at its peak and already showing signs that summer would soon arrive, and with it the holidays, Santana planned the mother of the pranks against the rival Gryffindors, especially against Lily. Quinn and Santana slipped out of the dormitory at dawn and set up firecrackers along the Gryffindors' table. They made a point of being one of the first students to go to breakfast and waited for their favourite victim. As Lily sat at the table with Melissa and her brothers and cousins, Santana fired the trigger. The bombs exploded in perfect harmony, spreading food, juice, cutlery and crockery. The shouting was general. Slytherin's table burst in laughter, but the students in the other houses were perplexed. What Santana and Quinn didn't calculate well was that students could actually get hurt with the little shards. Lily got dirty with food, but Rose Granger-Weasley had a small cut on her forehead, as did a few other students.
Minerva, with other professors and older students, including the prefects, rushed to help the Gryffindors. Finn Hudson and Lily Potter had no doubts about the author of the disastrous prank and ran up to Quinn and Santana.
"Locomotor mortis!" Finn pronounced against Santana, but the spell was so weak that the girl had no problem blocking him. And what was the point of that spell if she didn't want to run away?
"Evanesco!" It was Lily's turn to say it. The spell was stronger, yet Santana was skilled enough to nullify it and thus protect Quinn.
"Expelliamus!" Santana snapped, then disarmed Lily. Which was a general surprise because the spell wasn't taught for first-years and, so far as was known, Santana wasn't part of the mourning club.
"Expelliamus!" It was James Potter's turn to chant. He and the group that formed the Gryffindor Quidditch team approached and disarmed all young students involved in the confront.
Instead of appeasing, the group took advantage of the greater experience to keep Lily out of trouble. James grabbed Santana by the collar of her uniform shirt.
"Did you do that?" He asked firmly. "Answer Lopez, before things get worse on your side."
"What if it was me?"
"So you're worse than we could imagine. Don't you see that your prank hurt people? You're an inconsequential moron."
"James..." The boy heard Neville's steady voice. "Leave Lopez. If there's anyone who's going to solve this problem, it's us, the professors."
James let Santana go, whose reaction was to sort her clothes.
"Lopez, Fabray, Malfoy, Goyle, Flint and Nott. Follow me, please." Neville summoned all the Slytherin students who used to be involved in the mess. Neville thought of summoning later students from other homes also known for practicing bullying, as was the case of Noah Puckerman.
"You don't have to summon all these people, Professor." Santana said earnestly, as she had never been before. "I did all this alone."
Quinn made a point of manifesting, after all, the idea was basically hers, but Santana gestured for her to be quiet. Neville glared at the student and pointed out the hall toward the head mistress's office. The student walked with heavy feet. Seeing that the prank really hurt people took away all the funny. Santana waited with Professor Neville until Minerva arrived.
Neville and Minerva didn't expel Santana because they needed to have the girl under their noses. In compensation, she was in detention every day for the rest of the school year. Domestic elves celebrated extra help in cleaning services.
...
"Lopez is bad!" Neville said with conviction during the meeting with members of Dumbledore's Army. "I'm sure she's the future Lady of Darkness."
"All we do know is that she likes to do pranks," Harry mused.
"No wonder the hat put her on Slytherin!" Neville continued. "It was the closest option. Well, I know this kind of kid, Harry, she will become one of them."
"Are you sure? My father, Sirius Black and Professor Lupin were prankers and bullies. They practiced bullying against Snape. This is what led Snape to practice dark arts. It's not a side that I'm proud of my father, but it shows one point: it doesn't mean that Lopez is a bad person. Kids do stupid things all the time. It's precisely because of this that we should also keep an eye on Finn Hudson and... what's the other boy's name?"
"Samuel Evans."
"This one."
"The stories aren't always the same, Harry," Hermione said. "Sometimes it's someone just plain bad."
"I know Mione... I'm aware that Lopez's last prank hurt Rose, though it was nothing serious. But think from another angle: someone really bad wouldn't take full responsibility for their own actions? I don't think so. They would hide and run. They would make someone else take the blame. And Santana took all the blame for herself. She was naïve and irresponsible, but it also shows that she cares and that she wants to protect someone. She's being crystal. I fear the wolf in sheepskin much more. It's not because others haven't done anything considered suspicious that we should automatically presume they are the good guys. We must not forget that all are essentially Gryffindors. The guilt that they aren't in the uniform of our house is entirely ours."
"What's your theory then, Harry?" Neville asked.
"That a future motivation, an event that hasn't yet happened, is what can make one become our champion and the other, the new leader of darkness."
"What kind of event?" Neville insisted.
"I have not the faintest idea, my friend. All we can do is stay vigilant and protect all of them."