Unbeknownst to Harry, who lay asleep in bed that night, a blond haired girl with silvery blue eyes woke with a jolt. A dicta-quill in the corner caught every hoarse and gasp-like word, as she announced,

"There will rise a soldier who wields the mighty sword. They will tear your empire down, and strip you of your crown.

There will rise a poet whose word is set in stone. They will slay you with their tongue and vanquish you from your throne.

There will rise a ruler whose past is deeply torn. Brow smeared with oil, the saviour boy shall rise reborn.

The binded three shall reunite, and together, act as one."

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I would just like to clarify that this is NOT parseltongue. It's the same style I use for parseltongue but it is NOT, it's just normal English.