Mass Collision

8. Classes

I tossed and turned before opening my eyes. I was in my cabin, maybe that all was just a weird dream. I grinned, getting out of bed and running to the door. I tried to yank it open, but it wouldn't budge. My breathing started getting faster as I tried my hardest to break open the door. Suddenly, it changed to a beach. "Sorry, I thought if it was a familiar place you would be calmer, guess I was wrong."

I turn around to see Hecate sitting on a log next to me. "What do you want?" I ask her with a sneer.

"I came to talk about your quest," she said, patting the space next to her. "Harry has a prophecy– don't roll your eyes at me."

I throw my hands up, "It's just typical that he would have a prophecy about him. You know why am I even here, why couldn't you take one of your children from this time? Why did you even send me here without a prophecy?"

"There was a prophecy that's why I had to send you, believe me, there are hundreds of other kids I could've chosen from, but according to the prophecy it had to be you," Hecate explained. I closed my eyes in frustration.

"What's his prophecy first?"

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

"That's eary... and describes Harry... or Neville. Which one is it? Why are we focused solely on Harry?"

"Because 14 years ago Voldemort marked him as his equal which makes him the child of the prophecy. Would you like to hear yours now?" She asks.

"Yes," I sighed, rolling my eyes. On second thought did I really want to know?

"The chosen one's path isn't clear

As the daughter of death disappears

To live or die the chosen one's life is on the queen

The father without a son is stuck in between

Soldiers are born as the old falls

They are brought forth as battle calls

As darkness is displaced through time

The final battle will be won as the son god chimes," she finishes and I run through it in my head. "Rachel spoke this prophecy as I tore you from your own time and I heard it from Apollo only minutes before."

"Yeah, now I remember Nico said something about it. Why did you lie? You said no time would pass," I told her.

"I tried, but time had to pass for the prophecy to be spoken. Not much will pass when you go back. The only thing that will be different when you go back is you, now I think it's time I go, goodbye," she nods and I nod back. I close my eyes and then open them again and I'm back in my bed. I sat up to see Pansy getting dressed, looking like she just got out of the shower.

"Morning," she smiled at me.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"It's about 7:30. Breakfast started at 7 and classes start at 9," she explains, buttoning her shirt.

"Do we have to wear the clokes? They look heavy," I roll my eyes getting out of bed.

"They are, but they're standard, you won't have to wear them after the first week though, after school hours, or during the weekend," she shrugs.