✧AN ALMOST PROPHET✧

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It was an abrupt calling, and whatever it was that caused the Dark Lord's anger, it came out in a range to his servants who were burning with the shared mark.

She favored not having it at that moment, the sensation was said to have been worse than a normal fire burn. Even the groan of pain that flashed through her husband's face when Voldemort called was unsettling, and it happened twice when Aurora was wanted.

She downed the rest of her wine and made her way to grab her cloak and her husbands. Something about her style for these meetings was fairly darker, not at Bella's level but enough to have nothing of color.

Those she was around were all snakes and favored green, they weren't nice or cheerful. And neither was her husband when his Death Eater mask was fastened around his face.

It felt sick when he aided her with her own before heading into the formal meeting, this one was standing, filing in all the ranks as there would be another show.

A sort of celebration and another boasting the Aurora put on file.

But it was those who were allowed to stay afterward that truly spoke volumes. Mrs.Lestrange without a doubt did not think twice at those who would kill her if she showed weakness.

However what was surprising was the noticeable and out of place body of Severus Snape. He was one of the few that truly made her wonder how he managed to jump so quickly, granted her mother visions humored the Dark Lord and here she was.

Turns out the given party that was mentioned during the summer would be coming up after Aurora's finals and before she would need to get her Salem visit. It was then placed on her that she would need to train her ladies.

Luckily this was during the winter break, meaning it would give her the chance to mandate what they spoke about and how.

The issue was the outcome would be on her, and after witnessing the messy torture of a capture mud blood...It truly gave her a sense of what failure would look like.

Aurora wanted to know more about the given task and what the Dark Lord would prefer the birds to boast or brag about at the party, however in the midst of him conversing with the male attendants, the young witch had felt slightly light-headed, causing her to grip onto husband and McNair beside her.

Both of which offered her support instantly as she stumbled backwards, her eyes catch some sort of movement in the corner of the room and it enacted something.

The hand that had gripped onto McNair had gone straight to her head in attempting to soothe her throbbing temple.

However it was her eyes returning that caught the Dark Lord's interest, so much as that Rabastan offered his wife to sit down, but the witch could not focus on anything more than Voldemorts familiar coming into the light.

"Leave us. Now." Rabastan had kneed down before his wife in attempting to comfort her, however it was a wrong endearment as it was distracting Aurora from allowing the vision to gain some knowledge.

"Lestrange..." It was a warning, so the man rose and bowed his head. He told himself again and again that he would get her something to drink, it made him overall feel better as being ordered away from his wife. How wrong was that? 

Aurora was left alone in the hands of the Dark Lord while she was in her weakest state.

This would be the first sign of any that Rabastan should have noted but failed to.

Nagini, the venomous snake continued to join the two final members of the room. And although Mrs.Lestrange was in a state, a knowing hand had been offered out for the snake to bow it's head down in hopes of gaining contact or aid.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him and the Dark Lord will—" Aurora was suddenly in the midst of a fit of coughs and chokes as the prophecy had sudden felt discouraged, but the Dark Lord was staring at her in far too much light.

Nagini had come closer to the woman, wrapping around the chair and the given weight had indeed settled the witch's struggle for being given a blessing and it being sucked away instantly.

When she came to she was breathing heavily, reaching for her wand had she instantly took whatever the memory was and offered it the Dark Lord.

He took with haste as he summoned a small penicillin, instantly bringing him the view of whatever his follower had brought forward with. Without Rabastan she found comfort in the familiar, but there was a strange familiarity to the venomous beast wrapping itself affectionately around her.

She offered her hand to the underside of the female's chin in a scratching sense. Any pet of the Dark Lord's would rarely be given any kindness, but this one certainly had acted differently and Aurora couldn't place what it was that had her sense the snake off in the corner.

What was her role, her importance?

Soon the Dark Lord emerged from the visions and looked intently to Mrs.Lestrange. "You've been a faithful servant to me, Cassiopeia...But you aren't a follower, are you?" 

"My Lord?" She questioned, and he hummed intently. Usually he had a message to convey but his thoughts were jumbled all over, fear...Fear had surcome to the Dark Lord.

"I'm sorry the vision wasn't more useful my Lord, it was the first that wasn't a dream..." 

"It's a delicate nature, visions...My own personal seer." She smiled softly but pain was still prominent in the side of her temple.

"I've decided...My little seer won't be branded like the rest." It caught her attention as she didn't understand. 

"My Lord?" The grin arising on the man before her was worrying, and with another flicker of pain she couldn't grasp what was happening around her.

"Have I failed you my—" 

"Do you believe you have?" Attempting to calm her state of mind she took a moment and flinched at her own touch to her temple. It felt as if any moment she would combust.

"No. No I have not, my Lord." He hummed, knowing full well she wouldn't. Be he was far from right in regard to another memory put on file.

"You saw a memory, the wizard in the woods." She closed her eyes for a moment a she sucked in a breath. 

"When I wore the diamond...I saw him in the woods, killing a man...I felt the man's pain when he—" The pain hiked up instantly as she recalled the shared memory.

Voldemorts enjoyment couldn't have been higher, he hasn't told a single soul that he had split his own into parts. And nothing screamed of internal darkness than what she had felt in either.

"She's one." She mumbled, Aurora's eyes still have yet to return to their normal grey glaze, but they connected to the slitted pits of Nagini's pupils.

The picture before the Dark Lord had awakened something that hadn't been present in his mind before, it was barely a fraction as to what Bella provided in the realm of sexual favors...But without any contact? 

How had she managed that?

It brought up a past task he had planned for Cassiopeia, but the marriage to the Lestrange was settled just two years after her birth, so where was there room to counter?

If the Dark Lord had taken the liberty to make her his...Then he should've decided prior to this moment.

The married woman before him enlightened the darkest and the most vial of hearts beat.
An actual beat.

After turning his soul into several separate bits it was frightening what made him happen to who.

Bella was a distraction, as was the second Mrs.Lestrange.

Was it seeing Nagini close in counter lay a hint to what his soul longed for? He couldn't be sure, he would need further research to contiue—

"My Lord..." The mumble of the witch called him out of his thoughts drew him out, as did the smell of blood.

Within that instant he had called her husband to return, and a fraction of a moment later had Rabastan come through the door with every ounce of his being needing to be closer to his wife.

The protective gaze of Nagini had stalled his endeavorments until Aurora held a hand out to her husband. Her seer eyes long departed as she looked up to him with a small smile.

"Take care and cation with your wife Rabastan, she holds a grand key..." He nodded in a bow before aiding Aurora to her unsteady feet, his grip latching to her waist almost carrying her out.

The floo would be the easiest means of transportation, but a sickly inhale caused him to stop. Part of Aurora wanted this secret to be kept quiet, but now it was known to the Dark Lord without any way of her to reconcile what she had said.

Merlin, she's screwed.

Barely seconds into the home did Rabastan start barking orders for the elves to scurry and accomplish, a hot bath sounded wonderful. 

A hot bath, with cold tea and a rag on top of her head.

All of which was provided as she soaked her overworked body in the master bathroom. Rabastan careful not to enact another migraine allowed his wife to sit comfortably in his hold. Her bloody nose the first that had been wiped clean, but nothing...Nothing could stop the tears.

What she saw was horrific, graveyards, dementors, Hogwarts in ashes...It made sense, her previous dream was filled with fire and smoke.
So what was the difference between these separate visions?

She could not be sure, nor could she go to bed without sending it to Dumbledore.

"He's not giving me the mark." She whispered, her throat groggy as she was desperate to sleep. Merlin could he simply feel her magic draining now. "What?" 

"He said I was his seer, and seers shouldn't be branded." It was not an insult in any regard, but a flutter of happiness sparked within him as she wouldn't be a Death Eater in full.

"What did you see?" She shrugged, truthfully it had been mostly blurred and burned flashes, the graveyard was instantly a guess.
And Hogwarts was majestic building was hard to miss.

"I didn't just see Raba...I spoke. It was...It was a real prophecy." She leaned forward, her knees bent upwards as her arms wrapped her limbs. 

"Raba please, what is said here cannot be repeated. Promise me." He nodded meeting her forward and wrapping his own arms around her and kissed her,

"The end of the Dark Lord is coming...Someone is going to be born and they—they are going to vanquish him..." He understood now why this was a dangerous vision. But it wasn't an actual visual, this was words that came out of his wife's mouth.

And the Dark Lord had been the first to know.

"Whatever it is love, we'll get through it. The Dark Lord isn't going to fall so easily." The trembles caused him to squeeze tighter in contrast to her panic. The fear of losing their Lord wasn't what truly brought her to have this meltdown, it was the stress finally combatting her body.

And as much as she wanted to aid in the war, she needed to be careful. Agile. Have Constant vigilance. But this was all making her sick to her stomach, so when is the after? 

When will the after be?

Rabastan found the comfiest nightwear set, which had been a light jumper with her houses' bird stitched on the back. It was warm and soft, causing Aurora to hum in approval.

"Reminds me when you asked if gals wear brassers to bed..." He cracked a grin, tucking her tightly by his side. But it was safe to assume that he would not a wink of sleep while Aurora? 

She was out after mumbling her small little joke.

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Date Posted: 08-23-19

Time: 7:14

Words: 2063