There are times in life where circumstances lie out of the hands of the people they involve and you simply have to watch a story unfold. Some stories may be destined to be read, speaking of one lone soldier, venturing valiantly on a dangerous quest, to have it repeated throughout time - a prophecy. Some stories may write about two soul mates whose destinies pull them together like magnets so they live their lives at each other's hips, destroying or saving the very ground in which they stand on. Or, maybe it's both.
Alexia Alvina didn't believe in any of this, though. She honestly thought that divination and the "art" of time repeating itself was a mere coincidence and a load of rubbish, for your information. Her olive freckled nose scrunched with boredom at the subject and was glad she didn't have to choose Divination as a subject. She was more into Transfiguration, Ancient Runes, Quidditch. It was an odd bunch, but they fascinated her nonetheless.
One thing Alexia didn't realise, was that she was to become one of the most vital characters in the Wizarding World to date, but Time already knew this. It was written in a prophecy.
an: this is my first story that I've ever written! please tell me what you think and I'll make sure to update :-)
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prophecies | h.potter
Fanfiction❝ who would ever have known that it'd be me and you, potter? ❞ ❝ the prophecy did. ❞ with cedric diggory now dead, the quest to stop the newly reborn voldemort was just over the horizon. harry potter would not be able to finish him by himself, thou...
