“Well his mother’s book” Mark said casually as he pointed to Dudley who blushed slightly and looked down guiltily.
“Sorry, but which one are you
talking about as there are over 20 so far, the one about you and Voldemort’s
Daughters?”
“Voldemort has a daughter?” Harry asked incredulously.
“Ya, Ok I think it’s time to get
the books everyone duck…Accio Research…” Dudley said as he pointed his wand over there
heads Mark and Holly lowered and covered
their heads with their arms Harry followed suit as the sound over several
zooming objects came from all over. When the noise stopped, he lifted his head
to see, several books, parchment and files on the kitchen counter.
THE TIME HAS COME FOR THEIR
ARVVIAL IS HERE…THE CELESTIAL TWINS AT LAST APPEAR…BORN OF THE SEED OF THE DARK
LORD HIMSELF…BORN OF THE MUGGLE-BORN WITCH OF STEALTH…ONE’S DESTINEY LIES WITH
THE BOY WHO LIVES…WHILE THE OHTHER BOWS TO HER FATHERS WHIMS…THESE BEACONS OF
HOPE WILL HELP THE BRAVE LION ON HIS ETERNAL QUEST…TO DEFEAT THEIR FATHER ON
HIS UNATTAIBALE DESIRE…TO RULE OF MAGIC AND LIFE TO NEVER TRANSPIRE…THE FATE OF
THESE THREE WERE KNOW LONG AGO, LIKE THE DESENDENTS OF HISTORY FROM TIMES
BEFORE…THE TWINS MARKED BY THE POWERS ABOVE…THE LIONS TRUE LOVE WITH A MARK
LIKE HER MATE…THOUGH BOUND BY TIME AND FATE…THIS TALE END WILL BE HAPPY THEN
BEFORE…FOR THE THREE WILL COME TO CONQURE THE UNBEATABLE DARK LORD
Harry looked up at them in utter shock and in a shaky voice asked quickly.
“How many did you say there were…100…I …OH MY GOD…I…uhh…” Harry said as he looked at them at a complete loss for words. All three laughed gently.
“We pretty much had the same
reaction…well they did then I did as I didn’t want to read my mums journal, but
I gave it to Mark….”
“Then we read it. We owled
“But the best thing is she’s still making them…It lagged for a while but as of 5 years ago they started up again…” Holly gushed excitedly.
“Some where very specific,
other’s very general, and some so bad, that all 3 of us felt sick to our
stomach. We tried warning you as to what was to come, but we all came to the
conclusion that someone was stopping our warnings to you. But there’s still a
lot we don’t know…it completely nerve wracking, and the fact that we just got
this book back is a miracle in itself as it went missing for the last two
years. See the predictions were made about 4 years ago, but we read every one.
This book was actually in Mark’s attic. Then it was gone, but we couldn’t ask
what happened to it as no one knew what we were doing or so we thought, But
dammit Harry who knows who read it. If it was in the hands of a dark Wizard
damn they’ll know everything…It’s would cause anyone to go crazy…This book is
both a blessing and a curse…So we’d like to give it to someone we trust and as
most of the predictions are about you we want to give it to you. If you don’t
want to shoulder the responsibility then give it to someone you trust…This can
not fall into dark hands or else we’re screwed.”
“You don’t have to do this…it is an enormous responsibility, But if there’s someone you trust and would be willing to take this…” Holly said gently.
Harry decided almost immediately,
who would take it. The four had been working tirelessly since. In the following
weeks, most would be amazed by the kids, what they had learned and could
accomplish. Maddy protested a bit a first but Lloyd gave them free reign to do
as they liked as he reminded her gently that they may be young but ignorance
never got him and his sister anywhere, and he’d be damn if his children and
Nephews suffered then same fate. He had lost a great deal the first time around
but he would not allow that to happen to them so in the end Lloyd and Maddy
helped whenever possible. Whenever their work schedules permitted it, Harry was
grateful and was completely overjoyed with hope at his family’s assistance.
Besides all this Harry had the extra added bonus of nightmares and Visions…one
in particular dwelled on his mind more often then most…One with Voldemort and a
certain Deatheater…Dolohov the deatheater responsible for the Prewitt’s death
and using that curse on Hermione in the Department of Mysteries. Unlike most he
was not seeing the event threw Voldemort eyes but was on the sidelines
watching…as Voldemort use the Cruico curse
on him till he finally stopped twitching and screaming and lay dead on the cold
stone floor, eyes shut…The anger Voldemort felt left Harry astounded and even
more confused by whatever Dolohov had done. Two days later Dolohov remains were
found in
He walked through and looked up over at the headmasters’ desk to see him there, along with four other people...The voice all familiar but no...It couldn’t be he thought as he began to walk toward the four.
“Good evening Harry, I dear say Your Aunt Artemisia had brought you some early Christmas gifts.” Dumbledore announced cheerfully as his feet stopped and four faces turned to look at him.
“Oh my god...” Harry whispered he reached down and pinched his arm…it hurt.
“No god has nothing to do with this...and your not dreaming, imagining or my personal favorite hallucinating...They are really here...Sorry to spring this on you like this... but hell I figured can make you any madder at me can I...” Misia said with a grin. He took the last few remaining steps to where they had stood up. He looked at the other three carefully.
She looked no older for the last time her seen her. At 5ft 7 in with long straight auburn hair, almond shaped green eyes, thin pink lips and small thin nose...Lillium Magnolia Evans-Potter looked just like the she had in the picture he had upstairs in his dorm. Beside her he stood. Two inch taller then Harry himself, with messy black hair, the nose the same length as his, the lips thin and red and the chin as square as his own James Theodore Potter was a mirror image to his son, with the small exception of Hazel eyes that looked upon him with loving care. The third man looked no different as well, at 6 ft 2 in with Long straight black hair and gray eyes, cheeky grin...Sirius Keith Black stood next to his two best friends. All three had tears of joys spilling down their cheeks and before he could say anything he was in their arms. They stayed like this for several minutes. When they finally let go he took a seat in between them and looked at in amazement.
“How...I mean...” Harry said in shock. Misia grinned before saying.
“I don’t what anybody has ever told you about me, But as an Artesian I can hold an infinite amount of spirit’s inside myself. I’ve held theirs for 17 years, So I went to the powers above, requested their soul’s be returned put their spirits back in their cryostats bodies and hocus pocus there back. As for Sirius, I had nothing to do with that…that was all the Twins doing. Now it’s just a wait and see…” Misia finished with a shrug.
“The Celestial Twin’s Voldemort’s daughters you know where they’re at?” Harry questioned in a delighted voice.
“Yes, we do, but were not telling you, the time to meet is not possible, both are in the middle of a very sensitive project and you rushing off to join them isn’t in their best interest. We won’t willfully lie to you Harry, and you can get as pissed as you like, but that doesn’t change the fact, you need schooling…to Harness all that wonderful energy that resides insides that overly hormonal body of yours. So why don’t you catch Your parent’s up on what they missed and Sirius and I will leave you to it then. Come on dog boy, I have a son I’d like you to meet.” Misia said as she stood up and looked at the Headmaster expectantly. He smiled before pointing his wand and at her and muttered a low spell, seconds later she looked completely different, the short blond hair was gone replaced with long blue/black hair waist length and curly, The eyes were almond shaped and dark blue/violet fringed in thick inky black lashes, the complexion was paler, yet with a tinge of pink. He looked at her questioning.
“When the memory charm was put on, my appearance changed as well…” Misia said in a lighter more musical voice.
“Why’d you have a memory charm?” Harry said cautiously. Her eyes darkened before she said in a slow voice.
“It was the easy and best why to help with my Depression…Your parent’s can tell you more about…or Pa-pa…ok gotta go see you later…” She said briskly changing the subject. She kissed him softly on the cheek before turning and following the dog that was in the lead.
“Who’s Pa-pa and why was she depressed?” He asked with a frown as he looked at his parents and Professor Dumbledore.
“That’s the name all my nieces and nephews call me as for her depression that was brought on by 12 years locked in the bowels of Malfoy manner.” Albus spoke with a hint of regret in his voice. He turned in looked at his Parent’s both had grim expression on their face. Lily spoke quietly…as if every word hurt.
“Misia starting giving predictions at the age of three…Our family knew at once we needed to have a record of what she said at anytime not matter where she was or what she was doing. If she went into a trance…we would know exactly what she said. Lloyd and I were born 3 months after her third birthday. As I grew up Lloyd and I envied her gift, but never to the point that it made us dislike her or anything you know just childhood jealously. For over 12 years that book became our salvation and our curse…As long as the pages were filling we knew she was alive. However, the predictions that were made, were so horrendously horrible I cried for years for my sister…As an Artesian she can make request to The Source. Telling them what she would like to happen…to see her request my death and my husband was the worst thing that I had ever read…but then there were also little rays of hope. Like the Celestial Twins and you. I would never…ever wish her life on my worst enemy…What she went threw, what pain and suffering she was put threw, is none like anyone can imagine. If there was someone we could say suffered the most from Voldemort’s reign of Terror…it would be here. She has suffered like no other…she is the greatest example of what courage, bravery and survival really is…had you not known her before her abduction you would remember her afterward. She is the epitome all that is hope…all that is good…all that noble. The fact that she lived to tell the tale is just amazing. Those events molded her into the person she is today…
“Explain yourselves….” She demanded. Both began sputtering at once words like Dad and Pa-pa …advised to do it…Discovery of the one…unsure of return…Before she lifted her hand and swiped it across then effectively shutting them up.
“I’m so disgusted with you two right now, that the sight of you two make me want to retch, Furthermore, Your behavior besides irresponsible and reckless, could cost lives. You put your brother, cousin and god knows how many others in a state of confusion that can get them killed. The information though good, needed to be confirmed. However, as I spent 13 years asleep…I had to rebuild before I could transcend to confirm everything in those books. Ok all three of you up.” She hissed venomously. The Hall watched as Severus Snape, Lobellia McGillis and Liam McGillis stood up all pale as paper looking as if they were about to face death itself.
“Well what are you waiting for take each others hands…” The woman said in an annoyed voice.
“Mum wait we’re sorry…” Bella whispered softly with tears falling softly from her violet eyes.
“We’ll sorry not good enough;
this is out of my hands now…this is what you get when you play with Dark Magic.
I will tell you right now, The Elders are infuriated with you two. If you
choose to play with fire you’re gonna get burnt…and the only thing saving your
spirit is because of the noble justice you did for
“The human form has always been one of the more constricting units I have to reside in but it is of no matter. Now the next step will be the students…I believe Mr. Potter’s is in possession of a certain list of students. However you will need the other Artesian to do this as you cannot take all of them up at once…Is there a Ronald Jeremy Weasley present and can you please step forward.” Liam asked in a strong deep voice that echoed through out the Hall. Harry looked over at his friend as he stood up slowly looking at the ashen faced boy, who looked ready to run. Ron pulled his long legs out from under the table and began walking towards the teacher’s who clearly were not what they seemed.
“Do not fear, Artesian Weasley, for we are only going to transfer the spirit that you were supposed to receive at birth now. For some reason it was misplaced, thus since we have found it and can now return it to you.” Lobellia said in a kindly, delicate voice as she smiled gently at him.
“Did you just say Artesian?” He asked incredulously large blue eyes wide with shock. All four laughed merrily.
“Yes, so if you come with us, this mistake will be amended post hast.” Bella said cheerfully as the three stood up. Harry glanced at Headmaster Dumbledore who was looking at Ron with a pleased smile on his face and twinkle in his eye.
“Um…Mama…I take it your not Professor McGillis anymore and I have a Quidditch Game in a few minutes will this take long.” Everyone howled with laughter some even falling off their benches at these words. Ron’s ears matched his hair.
“Yes, I’m Elder Macmillan, That is Elder Rufus” She said pointing to Liam “and that is Elder Quidilian” she said pointing to Snape “And this will not take more then 4 minutes Earth time to do the ceremony and Transfer…So follow us.” Macmillan said as the other two Elder stood and followed her from behind the table to the back room Ron hurried a long quickly to the door that Elder Macmillan held open for him before closing it as he entered. It was then the other Artesian turned and flew down to them and looked at Harry.
“I believe you are in possession of a list of students I need all of you to meet with me one week from today to take them up…” She said quite eloquently.
“I’m sorry mama but who are you?” Harry asked wondering why this woman was speaking to him as if she knew him.