CONSTANT VIGILANCE!
Celebwen Telcontar: Here's the next chapter! Please read and review! Balrog: (Whimpers, huddling behind curtains) "Horace James McGonagall," a voice said from an alcove after Horace walked out of the Prophecy room. The lawyer Animagus turned to see who was speaking. It was a dark eyed man with silvered hair and a grey mustache in dramatic furs. A cloak was fastened at his neck, draped over one arm like royalty of old. "I have watched your growth; it mirrors my daughter's perfectly. However, she became like her part, a vicious woman, while you still have hope. Deny your appreciation of Himmler! He is a man ill in mind, and will kill you in the end." "Who are you?" "A man. I once was a leader, now I am a player. We have no need of names here; let me tell you my story." The man conjured two chairs in the alcove of the law firm's building, and put up some sort of ward. "Years ago, twenty to be exact, I was a leader. My people were running out of food, and all of them would die if I let things go. So I had to take things in hand. I segregated the population, and sent one half, exactly one half, precisely four thousand people, to their deaths. Quickly, painlessly. The other half survived, and would have barely done so had the resupply ship come at the appointed hour. I destroyed those whom were sick and frail, elderly, and had no chance and were merely mouths with no output." "So you killed four thousand people to save four thousand more?" "Yes. It was a difficult decision; I would have been hailed a hero had the supply ship arrived when it was scheduled. Thank all above that it did not. It arrived early; I was removed as governor of that colony. I deserved it, I shouldn't have played God as I did." "But if it had arrived when it was supposed to, everyone would have died," Horace said firmly. "Yes. But does that give me the right to play God? No. I am simply a man, running from my own past. Do not make my mistakes, boy. I was a soldier in a cause; there were things that had to be done, terrible things! And now I must atone for my sins. I have a performance to do, and I must go. Farewell, young friend. I doubt I shall see you again; my heart goes to beat its last, the lights of life dim and the curtain falls, I can tell." The man took a strange looking time turner from beneath his furred robes, quickly banished the ward and the chairs, and twisted in Apparation. "What the Hell?" Horace asked, staring at the place the man had once been. "Who the Hell was that?" "Sir?" a young man in a suit asked. "Can I help you?" "I… I don't know." Horace sat at the table the intern led him to, and knocked back the glass of water as though it were a brandy. "Sir, that was one of our resident Seers. Apparently, his magical transportation opened his Seer channels. Would you like to speak with our other Seers?" "Yes, please. And in a time of great despair there shall come a savior, and he shall be known as the Son of the Suns. He shall know both Light and Dark, and shall destroy Darkness and be a portent of Light. Horace stared in the room, seeing only a grey-haired and bearded man slumped in the chair. "Come in, come in, my good sir! May I have your name?" "Horace McGonagall." "Ah. Are you here for a Seeing, or to hear our Prophecies?" "Both." "Good, good. Sit right here, kind sir..." He motioned to an overstuffed armchair, and as Harry sat, he felt the chair shift and moan. "Pay no heed to the chair. Now, sit still please..." The bearded man fell into a trance. And in a time of great despair there shall come a terror... It shall destroy all, and shall be stopped only by the death of the Fourth... And a child shall be born... The great terror shall reside within the child, and the child shall become great... He shall be all that stands between the Darkness and the Avenger... "Ahem. Excuse me. I don't know what's coming over me today. Now stay still, please. This will take a bit of time." The Seer took a large chunk of a purplish stone from his pocket, suspended on a golden chain. "Watch the pendulum, if you will." Horace did so, seeing the purple rock sway back and forth until that was all he could see. "Hmm. It seems that you already have a Prophecy told about you. Has your family been the victim of a Kinslayer?" "No," Horace replied, knowing a Kinslayer was someone who killed their own family, usually for power purposes, though some were in a trance. "Are you a natural blonde living in the Elemental Lands?" "No." "Are you a slave?" "No." "Are your birth parents dead?" "Yes." "Ah, now we're getting somewhere! Hmmm... do you have any siblings?" "No." "Hmmm... not that, or that... obviously not that one... hmm... Did your parents die fighting a great evil?" "Yes." "Hmm... not that one... hmm... Have you ever died?" "... Not to my knowledge." "Alright... hmm... Do you have a cousin?" "Yes." "Are you really a lawyer over thirty years of age?" "No." "Do you attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" "Yes." "Ah! That's it! Here's your Prophecy: The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…I hope that helps." "Thank you, that helps greatly." Horace stood up, picked up his breifcase, and shifted into a Phoenix before flashing back to his room. Celebwen Telcontar: Kind of rushed, I know. Balrog: It's okay. I 'm glad you didn't include any of the Nazis! Nasty Humans! Celebwen Telcontar: Glad to be of service. Please review, people!
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