The Forgotten Prophecy [Book 3]

I. The Burrow

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'Find me where the wild things are.'
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The sunlight shines into the kitchen. The kettle whistles loudly. Taking the kettle off the stove, I pour the tea into three cups. I take the cups over to the table where Nathan and Uncle Severus are at. "Your tea," I tell them, setting it on the table. They both nod, taking a sip of their tea as they read. I look from Nathan to Uncle Severus. When Nathan first came here in the beginning of summer, he was a mess. He spent weeks just crying and refusing to eat. But eventually, he started to warm up to us. He really enjoys the freedom he has here. Uncle Severus would make Nathan the Wolfsbane Potion so his transformations could be bearable. He was not thrilled with having Nathan stay with us at first, but he slowly started to be okay with it.  Probably because they have so many similar interests. I take a sip of my tea. Uncle Severus sips the last of his tea.

"Are you ready to go?" He asks me as he sets down his newspaper. I glance over at my packed bags in the corner and nod. I turned to Nathan. "Are you sure you don't want to come, Nate? Leo said he could get you a ticket." Nathan smiles politely and nods. "Don't worry about me. I'm not a big fan of Quidditch anyways. I'll be fine here. Have a great time!" He turns back to the book he's reading. I look over at Uncle Severus. "You've been feeding him too many books to read.. He forgotten what social interaction is," I joke. Uncle Severus chuckles. "He'll be fine. Don't worry about him," he tells me. I nod as Finn hops onto my shoulder. I grab my bags. Uncle Severus holds out his arm. "I'll be right back," he tells Nathan. Nathan nods, smiling. I wave bye to Nathan just as I place my hand on Uncle Severus' arm.

Our house dissolves and we pop out into an open field. A few feet down, a tall brown rusty house stands. The house has a few stories and is definitely being held up by magic. "Here we are," Uncle Severus says staring ahead. "Are you coming in?" I ask him. Uncle Severus shakes his head. "I don't want to see Potter and Weasley earlier than I need too." I laugh shaking my head. "Thank you, Uncle Severus." "Just stay out of trouble, okay?" I nod. Uncle Severus smiles softly, patting my head. Then, he Apparates. I look back at The Burrow. Here we go. I drag my bags towards the house. Finn chitters softly to me, pointing out different parts of the house. "Yes, it's very fascinating," I say taking in the surroundings. The house is located in a beautiful empty field. I reach the door, knocking lightly. "Hello?" I call out.

Silence lingers for a moment. "Could it be?" A voice sings from inside. "I think it is, Georgie," another voice answers. The door swings open, revealing two grinning red haired twins. "Ellie bear!" Fred beams. They pull me in for a hug, squeezing tightly. Finn joins in on the hug. "B-boys, I c-can't breathe," I say, tapping their arms. They let go, smiling happily. "We were nervous Snape wouldn't let you come," George admits, as he pets Finn. "Why wouldn't he?" I ask them. Fred shrugs. "Cause he's a prick." "Fred! That is no way to speak about your teacher!" A woman shouts, running to the door. She is short with ginger red hair and a kind face. She smiles brightly as she sees me. "Ah Ellie! It's great to see you again! Oh, I've heard so much about you!" She pulls me in for a hug. "Good things only, I hope," I say softly as we pull apart.

"Why are you standing outside? Come on, come in," Mrs. Weasley says welcoming me inside. I smile softly pulling my bags in. "Oh," I say remembering something. I pull out a box of pastries from my bag. "Thank you for inviting me to the Quidditch Cup and for letting me stay at your lovely home," I say, handing Mrs. Weasley the box. "Oh, you sweet girl. You didn't have too," she tells me as she takes the box. "Ah, do we have a guest?" A man comes over to us. He's tall wearing a bright smile. "Arthur, you remember Ellie," Mrs. Weasley says, introducing me again. I smile at him. Mr. Weasley's smile fades as he stares at me in awe. "Blimey. Ellie Bane is it?" I nod politely. "Is she really a Grindelwald?" "As much as I don't like to admit it, yes, I am a Grindelwald," I say, answer his question. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley exchange looks.