That's How Love Should Be - HP Spinoff - Prologue

It seemed as if time was always running out during those days in September. It seemed that no one in the Ministry was particularly happy or particularly satisfied with the world. The world it seemed was becoming exceedingly dark and terrible. And the people were horribly afraid of the inevitable.

Sibyll Trelawney was aware of this fear; she too could feel it in the air. Times were dark and terrible. But she had come to meet someone, her fear momentarily forgotten as her steps increased. She walked quickly, her long legs stretching over the gray puddles easily. She was in a rush; she had to talk to someone immediately.

It had been a couple of days since she had met with Albus Dumbledore. She wasn't sure what to make of the meeting; every time she would consider their conversation, she would interpret the ordeal differently. And she couldn't very well come out and ask him, because that would be breaking rules of etiquette. Sibyll hated etiquette, it made things very complicated.

Nonetheless, she would have to declare the verdict of the meeting alone. He had been somewhat pleased by her insight, Sibyll knew this. He had smiled at her so kindly. Besides, there was no reason for him to disprove of her. She was brilliant, her mother had told her so several times. She had the Sight. She almost smiled with pride even then, even as she hopped over puddles, rushing to get to her destination.

Her glasses were fixed on nose, never faltering as she sprinted down the road. Sibyll hated Apparation. She once had a nightmare that after careful analysis meant that she would have her head fall off if she ever tried to Apparate. Sibyll was actually very fond of her head. She couldn't very well floo there as flooing was very dangerous. Honestly, she thought, if everything was so dangerous, how come they weren't all dead?

She couldn't be hasty though, life was precious. She was thankful every morning when she woke up and her head was still on her head and not attached to her bum. But she could feel it, acid building up in her stomach and threatening to overflow. Things were not good. Things were actually very bad, very terrible, very dreadful. And these things, she realized tragically, would not be fixed with a quick potion. There was little chance that things would ever be fixed. Things were hopeless, much like the puddles on the pavement. These things made Sibyll very sad. She just ran faster.

When she had met Albus Dumbledore she knew she would be able to prove herself. She had a vision, she knew. She didn't have to know the contents of that vision. Seers, true Seers, did not need to know what they saw. But ever since then, something had been bothering her. She couldn't but her finger on it. She thought it was her dreams at first but they were highly personal and she couldn't disclose those to Dumbledore. She then thought it was another vision she had but she knew that she hadn't had a vision since that night in the Hog's Head. There was no reason and yet ...

She just ran faster, her breathing erratic. Her legs hurt her now, the soles of her boots causing her feet damage. The skirt she wore was not comforting. She was cold and tired and confused. She wanted to sit down because sitting would be oddly comfortable. But she reminded herself just as her body attempted to stop this unbearably fast pace, she had to see Dumbledore.

She was so close, the building a few yards away. Her heart rammed against her ribs as the building faded, faded ...

The woman stopped her face contorting awkwardly. Her hands fell limp to her sides and her mouth opened, the voice certainly not hers.

" It will start tonight. The one born of Pelton blood lies weak, alone, and powerless. Her power has been chained these twelve months. Tonight, before midnight the power will break free and set out to complete her destiny. The one born of Pelton blood will rise again with aid from her power, greater and more esoteric than the ones who came before her. Tonight ... before midnight ... her power will set out ... to alter ... her destiny."

Her mouth croaked, her hands wringing strangely at her skirt. Sibyll couldn't remember why she had come here, to this location. Her throat was dry but that offered no indication of any sort. Why had she come? She couldn't remember.

"Must have been bad timing," she muttered to herself, shaking her head wearily. Was this anytime to be out and about? When times were so dark and frightful? She was displeased with herself and immediately began to walk back home, not knowing why she had come.

It was horribly bad timing on her part but she wouldn't know that until sixteen years would pass by. It would take sixteen years, for anyone to understand, while the years would fleet by so slowly. It would take years for anyone to realize the consequences.

Not one person seemed to have been about, to Sibyll's happiness. She didn't care much for people. But as she quickened her pace and tightened her cloak around her, she almost stepped on a rat's tail. The rat squeaked quickly and then hurried away on its nine toes.

Click, click, click.

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