Heroes with Wands

Chapter 5

Ginny

I spent three days looking through books and anything else that could help me try and figure out what I'd seen. It was usually Hermione, Ron, and Harry's thing, searching for the answers.

When I'd gone missing in the Chamber of Secrets, I'd learned that they looked through tons of books and things on how to make a Polyjuice Potion, the Heir of Slytherin, Parseltongue, the Basilisk, and where the Chamber of Secrets was.

I found nothing on half-goat people, half-horse men, and those strange girls. Or that redhead who spoke with green fog, and that prophecy. And what it meant that Annabeth was 'wisdom's daughter' and 'the wise one'.

What I'd needed was Hermione's help. I wasn't going to go telling Ron and Harry, they'd go running to Dumbledore or other members of the Order. Hermione might've understood.

After I heard the shower turn off, I knocked on the door. "Yeah?" I heard Hermione's voice on the other side of the door. I opened the door and locked it behind me.

"Ginny? What's the matter? You're as pale as Headless Nick!"

I swallowed and sat down on the floor. "You're the only person I can talk to," I said quickly, "Harry and Ron would go mad, Mum would say it's rubbish."

Hermione's attention was directly on me. "What's going on?"

"After you left, Fred and George were talking to be and bickering," I explained, "I closed my eyes and got this feeling in my stomach. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't home anymore."

She gasped. "Somebody flashed you out?"

"No, no," I said, my face turning ashen. "Nobody flashed me out. I think it was a vision of some sort. I was in the middle of some place, with this half-horse, half-goat, green girls and water girls, and this group of teenagers."

I paused to take a breath and continued, "One girl started spewing green smoke and she spoke a prophecy, I believe. One of the girls turned as pale as me after she heard it. I guess something happens to her. But their world was so ravishing. The prophecy spoke of them joining together with enemies. And right before I returned home, the girl saw me and asked who I was."

Hermione bit her lip. "Did you answer?"

"No."

"Ginny, I haven't a clue what's going on," Hermione said. "Half-horse man....he must be a centaur. We have those here, Hagrid's friends with some of them. I don't reckon you've ever seen one?"

"Not in a very long time."

"That explains why you didn't recognize them," Hermione said. "Green and water girls, I don't know. Half-goats...that's strange. The teenagers, were they holding wands?"

"No," I said. "They were cut and scratched and holding weapons. The girl that saw me, the part of the prophecy that concerned her, it said, 'Wisdom's daughter crushed under the lion's toes,' and 'The wise one to perish at the traitor's doors.'"

I don't know," Hermione said. "We'll just have to wait and see, Ginny. It doesn't make sense. There's another group of mythical people out there. They have centaurs, too. This girl, she's a daughter of somebody with lots of wisdom, and she's wise. You're sure you've never seen this girl before?"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Ginny, I don't know. Maybe we'll figure it out later." I nodded and left her. Not even Hermione understood what was going on. That wasn't a good sign.

Just because Hermione didn't know, that didn't stop me. I kept flipping through books on mythical creatures and such.

Hours later, after I thought all hope was eaten up by the garden gnomes, I found a History book with a strange yet familiar picture on the front.