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The prophecy starts

Harry POV

Honestly, I regret the choices of my life, and turns out that Bellatrix likes black licorice gelato for its dark color, and the way it turns her tongue dark secretly amuses her. AND it must be smooth and soft with just enough licorice ripple. Wow, I kinda feel bad for the one who serves her that.

I wonder how everyone else is doing, I miss everyone a lot, and dementors leave me alone most of the time, they're honestly, nice to me no idea why though.

As thinking those thoughts, I do not know when I drift off to sleep.

I woke up in an appealing room, it was a bit too green for my tastes but otherwise, it was cool I guess- I mean green IS a cool color, right?

It had a green tapestry with a shade darker swirls on them. And I was on a bed with white sheets. There was no more furniture in the room except the bed, and then there was this weird door, which I could see only upon careful squinting. It was well blended with the tapestry, so naturally, I did my thing; open the unknown door, not knowing what lies behind them.

I opened it and it looked like a circle with different sections in it. It took me more than a minute to realize that they were representing yellow and blue. A realization hit me; they stood for four houses in Hogwarts, but then why was I representing Slytherin? I'm SURE I'm a Gryffindor, that's not a thing could forget.

It wasn't all THAT pretty when they were combined, Gryffindor was all gaudy and obnoxiously bright, Ravenclaw's colours were muted and Hufflepuff was bright and happy for his taste. 

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