Prophecy ~ Lams (COMPLETED)

Chapter 34: Down the Rabbit Hole

I gave you cliffhanger

But it only gets worse

and worse

and worse

and then it gets better

nah I'm just kidding

Character questions anyone?

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AUTHOR POV

~ May 17, 1992 ~

"You really think that this prophecy is true? I understand that you want to help the Dark Lord, and I want to too, but these things are not very reliable."

Henry Laurens held up the cloudy crystal ball and scrutinized it.

Benedict Arnold held the sides of his face in his hands, his eyes full of both annoyance and anxiousness.

"If the Department of Mysteries weren't a total scam, It would be easier for me to prove that it's true. But yes. The Dark Lord (GET READY YA'LL) had a sister who lived. He has entrusted me with selective memories of his past, and it seems that his father had a daughter with another woman before the Dark Lord took revenge on him. The daughter, after her father was killed, was given and alias, sent to a remote island in the Caribbean, and went about her life knowing nothing about the wizarding world. Generations passed and at some point down the like one of her predecessors married a wizard. The prophecy says that a nephew of the Dark Lord and the son of a Loyalist will aide in the help of rebirth."

"Seeing as most of the Dark Lord's most devoted followers have been locked in Azkaban, I'm guessing my son is the one this prophecy is talking about."

"Yes."

"He's a complete disgrace, and not even worthy of the Dark Lord's support." Henry scoffed.

"If this prophecy chose him, then whether you think he's worthy or not is unimportant. The Dark Lord is telling us that he will come willingly when the time is right." Arnold rolled up his left sleeve to reveal a pulsating tattoo of a skull with a snake sewing itself through the eyes and mouth holes.

"He's telling us that Johnathan Laurens is the right one. Can't you hear him?"

Henry pushed up his sleeve and left his tattoo exposed. Both of the snakes seemed to be alive, writhing on the men's skin.

"It... seems so. And who is this alleged nephew?"

"Well, looking through many a family tree, a boy by the name of Alexander Hamilton. His mother Rachel Faucette seems to be the relation to the Dark Lord. James Hamilton, however, was the wizard. Pity that this Alexander Hamilton is a half blood, but the prophecy and the Dark Lord have both decreed it so." Arnold intertwined his fingers, placing his hands on the desk in front of him.

Both were anxious about the fact that the Prophecy in front of them might be real. Yes, they were quite devoted to Voldemort, but both didn't know just how far they would have to go to prove thier loyalty. And of course, like any person would be, they were terrified of what their Dark Lord would to them if they didn't comply. He wasn't a person anymore, but he lived inside of each and every Death Eater, waiting for his bravest of followers to step up to the task of reviving his body.

"And how exactly are we supposed to get them in the same place?"

Arnold got up and paced around his dark and ominous office, holding one hand behind his back and the other at his chin.

He paced for a moment more before his eyes lit up with an idea full of malicious intent.

"Hogwarts. They'll be sent to Hogwarts. Genius. I need to gain a bit more recognition, but if i make a plan and get enough votes..." He pulled out a quill and parchment and began to scribble down thoughts, mumbling things to himself as Henry sat across from him, quite confused.