The Next Great Prophecy

Luna

Luna tried to put the news behind her and enjoy Harry's party, but she just couldn't. Her brain was open to new and wonderful things, however she had never even considered the possibility of Gods. Greek Gods, Roman Gods, Norse Gods, Egyptian Gods. Every mythology you could name, her father had an explanation. For the first time in her entire life, Luna was skeptical towards her father.

Her eyes wandered the subtle yellows and vibrant greens of the oaks, but her mind drifted back to her conversations with her father.

Her mother was a demigod. Daughter of Hecate, descendent of Apollo. Her father explained that she had been given the choice between living the dangerous life of a demigod or going to Hogwarts. Her mother had decided on Hogwarts, but travelling to a far away camp for university.

Her skepticism was obviously showing in her eyes, so Xenophilous elaborated further.

"You're wondering why I'm telling you this now?"

Luna nodded, her sunshine curls falling into her eyes.

"Hecate is the goddess of Magic. Apollo the God of prophecy." he explained, "She inherited great magical powers and the gift of foretelling the future. Your mother once had a vision. A vision of the future. Of you."

Her father scrunched his face as he tried to think. "The moon shall destroy the world as we know, the broken one crosses the goddess of snow... Or something along those lines. The moon. Luna. It was predicted for your 18th birthday, which is creeping up fast."

Luna tried to think straight. She had never cared for divination, nor for knowing what the future could hold. "I don't turn 18 for 6 months."

Her father nodded, but said, "Alas, I am not finished yet. She knew your life would intwine with that of another. She could foresee a child of fire. Together you would bring down the world."

Well this was fantastic. Luna had always wanted to be the cause of the apocalypse, so this was great news.

He hunched closer, his tone barely more than a whisper. "You're more than a witch, Luna. You're more powerful than anybody else you know. You have godly blood. Your mother was a particularly powerful demigod, making you the equivalent of a regular demigod. When mixed with magic blood, we get one sorceress, a powerful young woman, capable of anything. Put your mind to it, Luna and you can do so much. You can see things before they happen, you can control the mist, you have the blood of magic and godliness."

Luna didn't care to think about what the mist was or what anything had to do with her. She found herself back in the garden of the burrow, a tear falling from her eye. Dad didn't often talk about her mother, so all this news about her past shook her a bit.

She decided to stop moping and become her usual self. People worried if she wasn't, and she really didn't need that now.

Instead she walked towards the table and stood with Ginny and Hermione.

Hermione smiled. "You look lovely, Luna."

Luna looked down at her all blue attire. "Why, thank you. Warlocks of Sweden told us tales of how blue keeps bad luck away."

Hermione nodded, slowly, whilst Ginny was distracted by something Harry was doing. Luna just laughed, she was used to people's judgement of her behaviour.

She decided to take in the beauty around her. She had lived so close to Ginny's house but only ever been once. Bees buzzed in the flowers, trees cast shadows over the luminous expanse of grass. The air smelt fresh, with a vague waft of Mrs Weasley's cooking wafting outside.

A table was laid, decorated with flowers and foreign garments. The arrangement was unusual, but Luna appreciated that. It had her feel warm inside.

The sun was setting by the time she had greeted everyone. Harry seemed a bit phased, but she still enjoyed a lengthy conversation about the quibbler with him. Ron, who had been listening, seemed very eager to hear more on his fathers review on the a Joke Shop. She had met all of her friends and said her hellos to parents and teachers of hers and it left a fuzzy feeling inside her chest. It wasn't even her birthday, but this was the best gift of all.

It was getting rather late when Neville arrived.

"Sorry." He panted. "I got caught up shopping with my gran. Happy Birthday, Harry, uh, I-"

Mrs Weasley beamed, "Grab a seat and tell us with some food, Neville."

Neville smiled. Luna couldn't lie, she had always had a soft spot for him. She took in his deep, sad eyes and tried not to stare at his curling, thick hair.

Neville continued his story, to Mrs Weasley and Harry, whilst Luna listened to Ginny's account of what happened when her and Harry went to the safari park and got chased by a monkey.

All was perfect in this summer haze. It was beautiful but tragic. The last few months had been parties and presents to encase the pain and suffering from the war. People tried to pretend it had never happened, but there was always an air of melancholy in the wizarding world. She had always believe in tales of charms and clothes to keep away sadness, but Luna was shattering. Her open mind was closing and she didn't know what to believe anymore. She couldn't let anybody see how much she had changed internally. She had to keep believing. She wanted nothing more than to stay naive and listen to her fathers stories with wide eyes and wonder. She wanted to tell her friends these stories and watch them marvel at her. But she was doubting. And that was the scariest thing of all. Luna had prided herself on her open mind and it was fading. It was what made her, her. She had to save herself, and fast.

She put these thoughts to the back of her mind and tried to enjoy the meal. Flavours exploded in her mouth and tales delighted her ears. She was almost back inside her bubble, when a needle came and ruined everything.

She was on the floor gasping and spluttering. Hermione and Ginny were holding her, asking if she was okay. She then spoke in a voice that didn't belong to her, in words that were not her own.

"The chosen one becomes intwined,
The girls of his side will lose their minds,
The son of the sea must fight and choose,
Wisdoms daughter can die or lose,

The moon shall destroy the world as we know,
The broken one will cross the goddess of snow,
Child of warfare lives on her own,
The siblings of death can stay or go,

Words will clash, darkness will fall,
Magic and gods will piece once more,
Death will take love in its hands,
Enemies watch from beyond the lands."

Luna then proceeded to faint.