Henry started at the man before him. Few strands of his long black hair fell out from his bun covering his piercing dark green eyes. He was wearing a long brown coat, a white shirt, and black trousers that were slightly disheveled and covered in mud stains. The rain was pouring down his head, leaving a puddle of muddy water around his boots.
"Henry, who's at the door?" Elena called out from the living room, breaking Henry's stance.
"I'm sorry, please come in," Henry said moving away from the door.
"Thank you," the man replied, sticking out his hand towards Henry.
"I'm Arthur."
Henry took his hand, giving it a firm shake. "I'm Henry," He said smiling. Arthur nodded looking into his eyes.
Henry watched Arthur as he stepped into the house. He was about to lead him towards the living room but paused, seeing Arthur come to a sudden halt.
"Excuse me, Cassiopeia, my wife doesn't like when I barge into the house covered in mud," Arthur blurt sheepishly. "Please do not be alarmed. I do not want to be a nuisance to you and your family," Arthur said, drawing out his wand carefully.
Henry eyed the strange-looking wooden stick in Arthur's hand. He wondered why a grown man would carry a stick in his pocket. He watched as Arthur grasped the stick in his hand and waved it around himself.
Henry gasped seeing the mud and the stains disappear from his clothes. They were no longer drenched or disheveled.
"How did you do that?" Henry exclaimed, looking at him curiously.
"I will explain everything. Please hear me out." Arthur said. His eyes wandering over to Elena, who was standing by the fireplace watching them intently.
"This is my wife, Elena," Henry said, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Nice to meet you," Arthur said, looking at Elena, who nodded.
"Please take a seat," Elena said, motioning him to sit down on the couch.
Arthur nodded and sat down facing the couple. "Can I get you something to drink?" Elena asked. "Water would be fine, thank you," Arthur replied gratefully.
Elena nodded and walked into the kitchen. She took the water jug and glass and placed it on a try along with a mug filled with hot chocolate. Elena was aware of the strange situation that lay ahead of them. And she did find the man very strange, but that didn't mean she couldn't be civil towards him.
She took the tray and walked back into the living room and placed the tray on the center table carefully, and poured the water into the glass. "I got some hot chocolate too, hope that's alright. I know it is pretty cold outside. It has been pouring down continuously for days," She said, sitting down beside Henry.
"Thank you so much. It's very kind of you," Arthur said, smiling.
"Don't mention it. It is the least I could do," Elena said dismissingly. Arthur smiled and took the glass of water, gulping it down in a go making Elena refill the glass.
"Thank you," Arthur said, looking at them. He didn't know where to begin the conversation. He wondered how Professor McGonagall handled such situations effortlessly. Perhaps he should've gone to her first before coming here.
"What did you mean when you said Phoenix is a witch," Henry questioned, breaking the awkward silence.
Arthur took a deep breath and looked at them. "Has anything strange happened to her when she is scared or angry?" He asked.
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The Lost Prophecy | Year One
FanficWhen a strange man in a brown coat shows up unannounced at Mr. and Mrs. White's house, their life takes an unexpected turn. Never had they imagined that the stories and tales they had heard growing up were real. That they were not just myths and leg...
